Yesterday the sky was clear, but today the fine rain has fallen all day, making the whole air feel a little cool. The spring rains are relatively long-lasting, and I don't know when they will stop.

Chen Zhijun came to pick me up at 7 o'clock in the evening, or drove his Daben. In addition to Chen Zhijun in the car, it was his assistant named Ah Shui. In my impression, Ah Shui has always been an existence like a follower, but I didn't expect that Chen Zhijun would bring him to a boxing match that Chen Zhijun attached so much importance to, and it seems that he really trusts him.

After seven turns and eight turns, the car walked onto a country road. It is getting farther and farther away from the city, and finally there are no street lights on either side of the road, and the narrow road is enough to fit two cars. Rao is a native of Y City, and I don't know what kind of place this is. It's just that with a sense of direction and time, I guess this is probably the intersection of Y city and the provincial capital, but I don't know if it's specific.

The car was parked in front of a remote house.

This is an old-fashioned courtyard house, the houses around it have been completely demolished, leaving it alone on the land, and there are several big "demolitions" written in red paint on the exterior wall illuminated by the headlights, writing its fate in the near future!

Following Chen Zhijun into the middle hall, there were already twenty or thirty people standing in the small room, which seemed to be extremely crowded. In the crowd, I also saw Song Jian, his black-rimmed glasses were too conspicuous in this group of people.

The leader was a fat man with a shaved head, and when he saw us coming in, he nodded to Chen Zhijun and pointed at me: "Dajun, this is the person you brought? ”

The fat man said unscrupulously and loudly, and he deliberately laughed a few times after speaking.

"Whether you die or not is not a matter of words. I was a little annoyed, staring at the fat man with a grim face.

"Are you hanging. The fat man took a step forward, "Young people are very bold nowadays." Again, I didn't hear you clearly. ”

"Fat Yong, are you here to fight or to play boxing?" Chen Zhijun pressed my shoulder and took a step forward, "Call so many people to come today, what about fighting wolves?"

Fat Yong grinned: "Hey, I just shouted the brother on the road to be a witness." Isn't there a lack of a notary, I'll call everyone over and take a look, hehe. ”

"Are you afraid that I can't afford to lose?" Chen Zhijun beckoned to Ah Shui, "Ah Shui!"

Ah Shui stepped forward, opened a lockbox, and walked around in front of everyone to show it.

"There are three million in cash, and the real estate deeds of 'Night Paris' and 'Golden Rose' are all in it, and you win tonight, and these are all yours. Don't worry, I, Chen Zhijun, have never said the same!" Chen Zhijun swept the people around him, and his tone was calm.

"How can I not believe you, who doesn't know that your army has always been honest. Fat Yong closed the lockbox in Ah Shui's hand, "I, Fat Yong, also said in front of everyone." As long as Chen Zhijun wins this boxing match tonight, I will withdraw from Jiangbei from now on, and 'Phoenix Terrace' and 'Ashima' will belong to him Chen Zhijun!"

Chen Zhijun never told me that they actually played so big. They are talking about nightclubs in provincial towns, and I haven't heard of a few others, but "Night Paris" is said to be the heaven and earth of Sioux Province.

What surprised me the most was Ah Shui, he carried the weight of three million cash effortlessly, and even made people feel that he was carrying an empty box. I don't know about his fists and feet, but at least the strength of these arms is no worse than mine!

"When will it start?" Chen Zhijun lit a cigarette for himself and took a deep breath.

"Twenty minutes later, in this courtyard. Fat Yong pouted towards the courtyard behind the house.

At this moment, the rain in the sky has not stopped, and it is still dripping.

Chen Zhijun looked at me with some embarrassment.

I nodded at him, "It's okay!" I haven't tried boxing in the rain, but my opponent is in the rain as well. It's fair to everyone. I don't want to look pretentious and squeamish. Boxing, hard fists are the last word.

"Hey, the kid is still wearing boxing gloves? Dajun, didn't you tell your friends that we are not a family and don't need to wear boxing gloves?" Fat Yong walked up to me and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will let Ah Biao's subordinates show mercy later, and only beat your mouth to pieces, and I won't beat you to death." ”

Fat Yong burst into another unbridled laugh, as if victory was already his.

I don't know if Chen Zhijun intentionally or unintentionally didn't tell him that it was a groomless fight, but I did understand that this fight was much more dangerous than I expected. Without the gloves, it would really be a hard collision between fists, and it seems that Rong Biao and I will definitely fall tonight.

Song Jian also walked over and nodded to Chen Zhijun: "I said Brother Jun, who are you looking for, it turned out to be Amu." No wonder he won't have time if I ask Amu for a little favor, hehe. ”

Song Jian looked at me: "Amu, I just heard that Rong Biao is going to break your leg." He's not my little amateur, hehe, you're going to have to be careful tonight. 'Cold-faced killing gods' don't be killed. ”

I knew that Song Jian would definitely have an opinion about me, but I didn't expect him to show it so bluntly, and it seems that he also thinks that I am going to die tonight. Indeed, playing such a game with Rong Biao, I am not sure at all.

What about Chen Zhijun? He trusts me so much?

I turned my face away and looked at Chen Zhijun, who happened to be looking at me as well. They looked at each other, and for some reason, he avoided my gaze.

"Calm down, Amu, you can do it. Chen Zhijun patted me on the shoulder again.

"Hmm!"

After taking a few deep breaths, I calmed myself down and began to move my body. At this moment, this showdown with Rong Biao is what I should pay attention to the most.

Rong Biao grinned at me not far away, as if he had the chance to win, and smiled calmly.

The crackling rain was constantly splashing in the stagnant water in the courtyard, and the house was filled with smoke from cigarette smoke, and the broken wooden door squeaked and creaked in the wind.

Looking at everything around me, my heart is extremely peaceful at the moment.

Will I lose?

I handed over the boxing gloves given to me by Lu Bingtao to Ah Shui to help me take them.

Of course not!

Taking off my shirt to reveal a lean body, I strode to the center of the courtyard.

The cold rain washed over my body, but it couldn't wash away my burning fighting spirit.

Rong Biao, how can an outdated sanda player be king!

Lu Bingtao, I will not be distanced by you.

Looking at Rong Biao, who was still laughing in the crowd, I said loudly:

"Rong Biao, are you alright?!"