"What's going on over there?" Seventeen or eighteen young men eating barbecue meat gathered around another campfire were attracted by the commotion in the distance.

"Looks like someone is fighting!"

"Then let's hurry over, you fucking hurry up and die fat, you won't have fun watching it when the fight is over." One of the fat men was still nibbling on the barbecue, which caused everyone's public outrage.

Most of the people who can come here to play are young people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and fighting here is considered a kind of traditional entertainment, and everyone regards this as a rare unexpected joy - it belongs to the additional performance program!

In the Death Scythe Society, there are quite a few people who are here in the open bar, fighting and playing the limelight, only to be absorbed by the Death Scythe Society, and since then they have lived a good life with a good reputation and no money for pickling girls.

The Reaper's Scythe will be a well-known organization in the West Coast mob circles, and it is easy for every official member to find a girlfriend, even a girl in the morning and a girl in the evening.

In the open-air bar, closer to the door of the indoor bar, there are two serious boxing rings, one on the left and one on the right, and if the people fighting are of a high level, they can even get on these two rings and have a public duel under everyone's attention.

Those who entered the Death Scythe Society by fighting have all been in these two rings. Of course, if you are inferior and fighting, the two of them will roll all over the ground with each other, then forget it.

(Without restricting the fighting damage technique, there is not much chance that the sleeping technique will come in handy, after all, neither side will be willing to enter the sleeping technique in the face of unrestricted fighting methods such as mouth bites, eye gouging and genital gouging - the risk is uncontrollable! Even if you win, someone can bite your ear off.)

Generally speaking, even so-called black boxing matches have rules that restrict these attacks, not to protect the fighters, but to entertain the fight. ）

In the outfield of the Grim Reaper's Dance Bar, as long as you are qualified to go to the ring, there are special personnel to set up gambling games, and you can also provide an additional rake for the performers who go on stage.

However, even if you want to go to the ring, you have to show your hands below first, and get the approval of the Scythe Club personnel who manage the outfield, and the ring here is not for cats and dogs.

Yanagi Yuanhe walked towards the entrance of the indoor bar over there, and there was a lot of talk behind his back.

"I think this kid is qualified to go to the ring!"

"Nonsense, that one was Mick the Hammer, Mick the Hammer, who has always been known for being overweight with his fists. ”

"Oh my god, hammer fart, have you ever seen someone who can go down with a punch and break their wrist?"

"This hammer can't mean the hammer under him, right?"

"Not now, but most of the time it will be, soft eggs can't get along here. ”

"Alright, let's observe a second of silence for the soft egg Mick!"

"Damn, someone has come forward again, there are really a lot of people who are not afraid of death, do you know who this person is?"

"Looking at the tattoo on his hand, I seem to have heard of this man, he has a nickname called Black Hand, and I don't know what his name is. ”

"Hey, boy, this isn't where you came from!" a strong man in a black vest stood up and stood in the way of Yanagi and the way forward.

Where the vest could not hide, his well-developed pectorals and shoulders and arms were exposed, especially his left hand, which was covered with black rose branches from the upper arm to the back of the hand.

With his left foot in front of him and his right foot behind him, his fists clenched at either side of his chin, he bowed slightly, and put on a rigorous boxing stance, ready for battle.

Yanagi continued to move forward, unhurried and unspoken.

That's good for Citi, the custom here is not to talk nonsense when you can do it, and this black-handed dude with a rose branch tattoo is no exception.

Seeing that Yanagi Yuanhe continued to walk forward without saying a word, he didn't talk nonsense, and when Yanagi Yuanhe entered his attack range, he made a gesture with his left hand, and was ready to send out a stabbing to shoot at the tip of the opponent's nose.

It's not that Mr. Black Hand didn't see the fate of Hammer Mick, but according to his analysis, it should be Mick who smashed it in the wrong place.

Although the distance was far away just now, he didn't see it clearly, but it must have been this white tracksuit kid who moved his shoulder back, avoided Mick's fist, and used the hardest part of his shoulder to resist Mick's smashed wrist, so that Mick's wrist fracture is not unusual at all.

His black hand uncle is not the same as a fighter like Mick who relies entirely on his body, he has officially practiced boxing, maybe it is still very difficult to deal with a guy like Mick who is too big, in the end the weight difference is a bit big, but against this one-meter-eight boy, it should be no problem.

Today is a good opportunity for Uncle Black Hand and me to show off in front of everyone, if you really have the ability, you will use your nose to fracture Uncle Black Hand's fist?

That black hand uncle, I also admit it when I step on a horse!

Just when the punch was about to be fired, the black hand suddenly noticed that the opponent's head moved slightly, as if he was about to dodge to the right, this feeling was so strong that there was no need to doubt it at all.

Almost instinctively, the black hand slightly adjusted the force of the punch, deflecting it a little to the right in order to hit the opponent's dodging head.

The next moment, a punch is empty!

The sharp pain in his stomach caused the black hand to bend down silently, unable to continue thinking.

In the eyes of the last few people, the black hand is the pen, the boy in the white tracksuit walked so straight, and his jab punch was deliberately hit by the ear of the person, without even touching a hair.

Are you demonstrating? Or are you going to show off your punching speed?

As a result, the boy in the white tracksuit was honestly unceremonious, and put his hand on the black hand's stomach, and a solid punch came, and the black hand brother was beaten and squatted directly to the ground - well, now he retched twice, curled up in a ball, and rolled to the ground.

"Wow! Get in the ring, get in the ring!"

Don't care if it's because this black hand is too bad, at such a close distance, people don't hide, and they will actually punch the air.

At least this white tracksuit dude has knocked down so many people in a row, and in everyone's opinion, he is definitely qualified to be in the ring.

What's more, he is quite cool and handsome, and among the people who are shouting and coaxing around him to get him into the ring, it is obvious that the female voice is louder - you have to be shirtless when you get into the ring, so that everyone can take a good look at the figure!

As for the male voices, there are a lot of voices, anyway, for the people who eat melons, as long as someone is willing to go up and fight, let everyone watch a black boxing for free, of course, it is a good thing.

In the midst of the noise of human voices, Yanagi was silent and continued to move forward.

"Hey, boy, it's not so easy to get into the ring, why don't you hurry up for the good things of fame and fortune?" someone kindly reminded on the side.

"It's been two days in a row that no one is qualified to go to the ring, I'm optimistic about this beautiful boy, hurry up, if you can get into the infield, don't forget to take your sister as a female companion!"

"When you are a female companion, you can just be a bed companion and it's over. ”

"Damn, don't you say it so bluntly, scare away you!"

Liu Shengyuan and silent, all the way forward, where is he in the mood to flirt with people now? Not to mention that even if he has an affair, he has to find someone who doesn't smell so big, right?

In Yanagi Shengyuan's sense of smell, which is a hundred times more than ordinary people, the smell of men and women here is very unpleasant.

Most men are better, and although the smell on their bodies is unpleasant, it is somewhat normal, that is, the smell of various sweat, armpit odor and foot odor mixed with the smell of men.

But the smell of these women in the neighborhood is a little strange, and they don't know how many strange smells are mixed together, creating a touching mixing effect.

Maybe it smells like a strong aroma to ordinary people, and even has a bit of an aphrodisiac effect, but in Yanagi Yuanhe's nose, these countless layers of smell are clearly peeled away.

Yanagi not only smelled the pungent aroma on the surface, but also smelled the myriad scents under the cover of the aroma - it was a kind of sweat, fox odor, foot odor, and even the smell of men's liquids mixed together, and then mixed with the smell of various perfumes, perfumes and incense powders sprayed on these women's bodies, a bit like the effect of lighting a plate of incense in an uncleaned toilet.

And the smell of these women is a hundred times more complicated than that!

The smell is so disgusting that it is better not to wear perfume! The body smell of Western women is really amazing! Compared to this, the smell of those men is at least relatively simple.

(Incidentally, the reason for the invention of perfume is mentioned here, of course there is more than one theory of the origin of perfume, one of which is about Louis XIV.)

Paris, the most developed European city in the 18th century, smelled rancid in the air, and feces and feces were poured directly on the streets.

And the aristocrats were not much better, at that time the Palace of Versailles was extremely luxurious, but there was no toilet! Even the king of France could only urinate in the fireplace, and after lighting the fireplace, you can imagine how the smell of the room was ecstatic.

In addition, at that time, it was believed that bathing was a medical method, and not bathing was a sign of health! The whole upper class society did not take baths.

It is recorded that Louis XIV took only one bath in 64 years, from 1647 to 1711. In order to cover up the smell, the perfume was born~)

It seems that perception is not all good either!

Liu Shengyuan and hurriedly turned off 99 percent of the olfactory cells, only to feel that there was a good smelling female body fragrance in front of him! However, even if the olfactory cells were turned off now, the disgusting impression just now could not be erased for a while, and Liu Shengyuan had to speed up his pace and hurriedly walk over to talk.

Along the way, there were many people who encouraged him to go to the ring, but unfortunately, today this white tracksuit kid did not play according to the rules, and he didn't care what the people around him said, so he just buried his head and walked towards the door of the bar.

It's nothing to fight here, but if you don't follow the rules, some people don't like it, not to mention that the closer you get to the door of the bar, the more you value your own territory, which is even a kind of flaunting of their status in secret.

He won't even say a good word, just bury his head in the rampage, how can this kind of bastard let him pass?

Two strong men stood up, one left and one right facing each other, standing on the road that Yanagi Yuanhe had to pass through, and there was just enough space between the two to accommodate a person to walk by, holding their arms, and looking at Yanagi Yuanhe who came over with ill will.

If this kid in white tracksuits doesn't dare to come over, once he takes a detour, he can't pretend to be able to go on; if he really dares to walk between the two people, when he walks between the two, the two of them will do it together, one person can't beat him, so close to the distance, two people suddenly attack, and can't beat one of him?

"Uhh

Liu Shengyuanhe approached the two, and without saying a word, he divided his hands, and one of them punched him in the stomach.

"Hahaha——, where did you come from, you still think people will wait to be beaten?"

"There aren't many such fools now!"

"I've seen it today!"

"Damn, this kid is coming to us!"

"You're on?"

", why don't you go up?"

"Lao Tzu can't beat me, can't beat me?"

"Let's let Jean first, anyway, even the black hand and the hammer have both been planted, let's let Rang not be ashamed. ”

"Yes!"

In front of Liu Shengyuanhe, the people who stood in the way gave way to both sides, and after he walked by, there were many people watching the excitement behind him, and for a while, it seemed that there was a boss in front and a group of younger brothers in the back, and he walked towards the door of the Death Dance Bar with a fierce attitude.

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On the third floor of the bar, a window was pushed open.

"What the hell is going on down there?" asked a middle-aged white man in his mid-fifties with a neatly trimmed yellow beard on his face, among the four people sitting at the table playing cards, to the woman standing at the window looking down.

This woman is sturdy, more than 1.9 meters tall, and when it comes to the horizontal width of her figure, it is even a little wider than the four big men sitting at the card table, and the entire upper body is like a piece of mahjong.

"I don't know, there's a group of people coming towards the door. The woman who pushed open the window and looked down replied.

"Who's in charge of the outside today?"

"Ryan takes people to deal with the general situation, and Turlock and a few of them have their guys in case of accidents. ”

"Then I'll have to go down and take a look, it's going to be a game down there, and there's no accident on the ground. Yellowbeard casually threw the cards in his hand on the table, got up and said.

As he spoke, he picked up a coat from the back of the chair and put it on his body, and picked up two pistols and inserted them into the left and right gun pockets on the inside of the coat.

"Shit, Locke, I look like I'm going to win!"

"I'm going to win!"

The man sitting in the other three positions said dissatisfiedly.

"Don't sit still, let's all go together!" the middle-aged white man flipped over the cards he had thrown on the table, and the five cards on the table were four jacks and one five.

"Yes, yes, Boss Locke is right, let's go together, who the hell dares to make trouble today, when Boss Locke is on duty, Lao Tzu shot him!"

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"I'm sorry, boy, you can't go forward, I'll give you a chance, the ring is over there, as long as you go up and win a few fights, you have a chance to get inside.

Otherwise, if you go to the door, no one will let you in!"

A young man wearing a black sleeveless jacket with a skull scythe mark on his shoulder and a golden nose ring on his nose stood up and reached out from the side to stop Yanagi Motokazu and tell him the rules here.

Liu Shengyuan waved his left hand, and his fist brushed the opponent's chin, and he didn't even turn his head, and walked straight over.

The man in the golden nose ring fell limply to the ground.

This is a commonly used technique in boxing, by quickly hitting the chin part of the head, you can use the principle of leverage, using the cervical spine as a fulcrum, causing a concussion of the brain, causing the subject to be hit to produce dizziness.

This is also the reason why boxers always put their hands near their chin when they are fighting.

"Damn, how did he beat all the people in the Scythe Society. ”

"How dare he? Something is going to happen to this horse!"

"This is a stunned young man! Let's stay away from him first. ”

"Far away, where is such a good location?"