The autumn rain is pouring, and the yellow leaves are flying again.
In a small building on Liuxia Road, a middle-aged man was looking through the blinds at the bleak autumn scenery outside.
This man is none other than Qiu Qianshan.
The police in Nandu City launched a lightning-fast operation, and many of their subordinates were arrested and sent to prison. The Qinglong Gang, which seemed to be the master of all things, suddenly dispersed.
Looking back at Tianxiahui, it seems that it is not much better. In this anti-crime storm, the only winner is the Saber led by Zhu Xiaoyao.
On the streets of Nandu City, some luxury cars were displayed grandly on the streets, letting the wind and rain blow.
This strange phenomenon has aroused many speculations. Only Qiu Qianshan knew that this was the car of his subordinate.
After closing the blinds, Qiu Qianshan sighed heavily, his face as desolate as the gray frosty sky.
A pair of white jade-like hands stretched out and handed over a bowl of fragrant tea. Qiu Qianshan chewed the tea leaves and put the tea cup back again.
Mu Wanqing, Qiu Qianshan’s only lover in this life!
As a gangster, Qiu Qianshan had many women, but Mu Wanqing was the only lover in her life!
This woman followed Qiu Qianshan when she was fifteen years old. She is also the only woman who has followed Qiu Qianshan for ten years.
"Late Qing, it seems that I still underestimated Fang Wenqiang's strength!"
Mu Wanqing smiled, and her biggest characteristic was that she could laugh. No matter how troubled Qiu Qianshan was, he would feel much better when he saw Mu Wanqing's smile.
"Qianshan, Nanchuan Province is not our territory to begin with. Even if we withdraw this time, there will be no regrets!"
Where there is life, there is hope!
Everyone knows this truth, but failure is a very painful thing after all!
Having lost his only son and having his influence in Nandu uprooted, Qiu Qianshan could only describe himself as a disastrous defeat.
Mu Wanqing, a woman, seems to have some mysterious magic power. She can always cheer up her man.
Qiu Qianshan held Mu Wanqing's hand, and it seemed that he had returned to the days when he was fighting with swords on the streets. At that time, Qiu Qianshan was full of passion, with a steel knife in his hand, and he was clearing piers one after another. And Mu Wanqing followed.
Behind him, he was shouting for his man's success!
"In the late Qing Dynasty, I will definitely make a comeback!"
"I believe it!" Mu Wanqing said softly, her eyes were firm and powerful, which gave Qiu Qianshan incomparable strength!
It's one thing to cheer up, but it's another thing to succeed!
After calming down, Qiu Qianshan considered his own strength and found that he had made too many mistakes.
The scale of the Saber organization is small, but there is a huge energy network behind this organization. From the government to the public opinion, almost everyone has a presence in this organization. This is the most terrifying thing!
I have had a head-on confrontation with the Saber organization. The opponent is extremely powerful and always appears and elusive!
Fighting against an opponent who doesn't know the details, the outcome of this battle will be determined from the beginning!
Qiu Qianshan's eyes brightened as he drank up the tea in the cup with a wry smile.
"Qianshan, it's not shameful for us to lose to each other. Now we have to preserve our strength and break it into pieces!"
"How do you say it?" Mu Wanqing is not only a lover, but also a great think tank. Qiu Qianshan wants to hear her opinion.
"If we want to establish our own network in Nanchuan Province, we must continue to develop our underground economy. In this society, what we fight for in the end is people and money!"
This sentence touched on Qiu Qianshan's pain point. The Saber organization had huge financial support, but what he lacked was money!
These days, joining the underworld is just to make ends meet.
My younger brother’s salary, bonus, settlement allowance, and pension do not require any money?
Qiu Qianshan looked out the window again, with a determined smile on his lips: "That's right! Let's let Zhu Xiaoyao be proud for a while. Sooner or later, I will make a comeback!"
Just when Qiu Qianshan was trying to cheer up, his old rival Zhu Xiaoyao was enjoying the most intense underground black boxing fight of the year in a splendid box.
Fang Ming was dragged here by force. He was not interested in such a bloody fight, but he had to come.
Zhu Xiaoyao is not an ordinary person. Brother Qiang asked him to join the Saber Organization. To put it nicely, it is called management, but in essence it is learning.
There is no genius in the world, and Fang Ming himself is not a genius. He must learn from these people who are on the edge of the blade. The valuable experience is summed up in life and death fights!
"Sister Xiaoyao, let's forget it like this?" Fang Ming couldn't understand Zhu Xiaoyao more and more, why didn't she take advantage of the great opportunity to eradicate the Qinglong Gang in one fell swoop.
"Of course we can't forget it, otherwise we will remember a guy named Qiu Qianshan when we sleep." Black Panther said angrily.
Huolong glanced at Fang Ming and explained: "Young Master, we are conducting a big operation!"
Fang Ming didn't ask what kind of action this was, he only knew that Zhu Xiaoyao would naturally say it when the time came.
"Wow!" The hall suddenly burst into warm applause, and the audience shouted excitedly.
A man wearing a red cape and a skull mask jumped onto the ring. He was the God of Death, Mantis, who had won seventeen consecutive matches.
At the other end, a white man like an iron tower came out. He was White Tornado Charlie, whose record was second only to the God of Death, Mantis.
Death God Mantis versus White Tornado, the last underground black boxing king battle of the year is about to begin!
"This Death God Praying Mantis, the more I look at it, the more I like it!" Zhu Xiaoyao grabbed a bunch of purple grapes and ate them happily. There is always something unexpected about this woman!
After the words fell, Charlie Tiger roared and attacked the Death Mantis first!
Charlie's fists were very heavy, and the sound of the gloves rubbing against the air could be heard from a distance.
Long punches, short punches, uppercuts, and combination punches, Charlie showed the advantages of Western boxing. He fought the God of Death Praying Mantis for three rounds, but the outcome was still undecided.
In the annual Black Boxing Champions Finals, the winner will win millions in prize money. All the participants played very steadily.
Black boxing is not about victory or defeat, but life and death. If you receive a heavy punch, you may never be able to stand in the ring again for the rest of your life.
The white whirlwind and the death mantis are both looking for each other's weaknesses, and no one dares to use their full strength rashly.
At the beginning of the fourth round, Death God Mantis suddenly started to exert strength.
An uppercut hit Charlie on the jaw. Unfortunately, this punch was just a test and did not use much strength.
Charlie lunged forward, and his powerful and heavy straight punches were like heavy artillery bombardments, and there were constant cheers from below the ring!
The God of Death Mantis's feet suddenly slipped and his body turned slightly to one side. At this time, his center of gravity shifted slightly to the left.
What a good opportunity! Charlie's left foot suddenly swept out and kicked the death mantis's left waist like lightning.
The waist, the softest part of a person, will burst on the spot if kicked in the internal organs!
Some people in the stands were exclaiming, and some were sighing. It seemed that the God of Death, Mantis, was already a dead man!
The God of Death Mantis suddenly raised its foot, and his knee was aimed at the lower part of the opponent's ankle. This place is the junction of cartilage and ligaments, and is also a relatively weak part of the human body.
"Bang!" Under the gravity impact, Charlie's cartilage ruptured on the spot!
"Okay!" Zhu Xiaoyao stood up with piercing eyes: "Using one's own strength to attack the enemy's weakness, Death God Mantis is indeed punching with his mind."
After a successful blow, the Death God Mantis did not attack immediately, but stood there, staring at Charlie who fell to the ground with two cold eyes like sharp swords.
The other party had already circled around him, and Charlie shouted gratefully: "I surrender, I surrender!"
Warm applause erupted from the stands, and of course some people shouted at the top of their lungs: "Damn it, you made me lose money again!"
The more important the black boxing match, the greater the bets. The kick of Death Mantis made many people bankrupt. Facing the malicious shouts, Death Mantis raised his fist towards these bored spectators, and the voices of opposition
It immediately shrank.
Among the flowers and crowds, the God of Death Mantis walked off the ring. No one saw it, and two hot tears flowed down from under the mask of the God of Death. Mantis walked off the ring, passed through the locker room, and came to a dark place.
underground office.
The office was luxuriously decorated, and a bald man was smoking a cigar. Next to his sullen nose was a pair of cold, sharp eyes.
"Boss!" The all-powerful God of Death in the ring, Mantis, became respectful in front of this bald man.
"This is yours!" The bald man tore off a check and slid it along the smooth table.
"Eight hundred thousand?" The voice of Death Mantis changed: "Didn't we agree on three million?"
"Three million?" The bald man chuckled, waving his cigar in the air, and smoke rings lingering: "Your coach is the best, and the venue is also the best, so these expenses must be included in it!"
The God of Death Mantis took the check and suddenly walked towards the bald man.
"You'd better not move!" The bald man smiled disdainfully: "Don't forget your sister, she is always under our control."
The God of Death Mantis stopped and turned around. There were at least seven or eight muskets pointed at him from behind.
In this small basement, no matter how fast people are, they cannot be faster than guns.
The God of Death Mantis slammed the check on the table, and his voice suddenly became louder: "What do you want? Bald man!"
"No matter what, this year's game has passed. But in the first game next spring, I want you to lose!"
He has won the black boxing championship of Nanchuan Province for two consecutive years. Many people want to buy Death God Mantis. If he loses the game, the bookmaker's money will roll in.
The boxing ring is a fair of fame and fortune, and for a strong boxer, his fate is also in the hands of his manager!
"Losing?" The muscles at the corners of Death God Mantis's mouth twisted, and his two eyes shot out with angry light: "For a boxer, losing means death. You---you are too cruel!"
"It's not that I'm cruel, it's capital that's cruel." Bald Dong drank the red wine in front of him in a leisurely manner and recited a passage from Marx's "Das Kapital": "Since capital came to this world, every pore from head to toe has been bleeding with blood and filth.
Dirty stuff!”
The fist of the God of Death Mantis was clenched tightly, and the joints made crisp sounds. There was a hint of excitement on the bald man's face: "Are you angry? But what can you do to me? The fate of a boxer is to die in the boxing ring. This is
Your unchangeable destiny. Pray, child, and God will not hear your prayers!"