Compared to the six-o'clock run, I would have gotten up a little earlier. Of all the fighters, I am the most serious and hard-working fighter. However, after leaving the life of a handyman, I still have a lot of free time every day. Every night, I train until around nine o'clock at most, and I don't want to let the overload of training drag me down, even though I desperately want to improve.

After 9 p.m., I occasionally watch TV, and sometimes accompany Mike to the fighter's favorite "entertainment room" for a drink or two. In fact, what I want most is to find a book to read quietly for a while, but in this place, I really can't find a single Chinese reading.

The "entertainment room" is a special existence in hell, I never came here when I was working as a handyman, and it is a place that only fighters can enter. The 100-square-meter wooden house has been renovated into a bar, selling all kinds of tobacco and alcohol, but the price is quite expensive. Many of the fighters here don't offer the women and drugs they want most. A bar without a woman is like a dish without salt, lacking taste.

The day's training didn't fully unleash Mike's energy, and he urged me to accompany him for a drink or two. After a brief shower, Mike and I sat down at the bar and ordered a whole bottle of vodka.

"Isn't it a little too much?" I poured myself a small glass and looked at the full alcohol in the bottle, and I was a little apprehensive.

"Not much, not much. Mike waved his hand, drank it all, and poured another glass, "I don't know how to sleep at night if I don't drink more in this place." "I know Mike is a big drinker and comes back to his dorm every night with the smell of alcohol.

"Drinking too much can affect the body's motor nerves and slow down your reflexes by half a beat. I kindly reminded. For a fighter like us, it's likely that you'll fall in the ring and never get up again.

"Mad Dog, what do you think is the difference between us staying here and going to jail?" Mike said to himself, shaking the glass in his hand, "The difference is that you can't drink such authentic vodka in prison." Don't be so boring, let go of your mood. Come, drink!"

"Can't you get out of here?" I touched Mike's glass and took a sip. In order to be the strongest here, I started to strictly control my intake of cigarettes and alcohol, and I knew that it would be difficult for me to get rid of it completely.

"Hey," Mike shook his head, draining the glass again, "My boss paid half a million dollars to send me to this place to train so that I have the strength to defeat 'Viper' Hillman, where I said to leave and leave." ”

I nodded, the fighters who came here probably had to stay for one reason or another, otherwise who would have come to this place to live a life comparable to that of an ascetic.

"Since it cost you so much to come here, you should cherish it more than let alcohol corrupt your body, friend. "I stopped Mike from continuing to pour the drink.

"If you've ever seen a 'Viper,' you might have advised me to drink more. Mike pushed my hand away, still filling himself up, "That's a true lunatic." After thinking about it, Mike added, "A guy who could be just as crazy as you." ”

"Am I crazy?" I frowned.

"You didn't see yourself in the little dark room, you scared everyone present, and no one wanted to run into you as an opponent. Mike nodded thoughtfully, "Your mad dog is well deserved." ”

"Yes. Mike and I clinked glasses and drained the wine. Maybe I'm a mad dog at heart.

"When I first learned that you had moved in with me, I was very worried that you would bite me in the throat at night. Damn, I didn't sleep well for two or three nights. Mike laughed.

"I'm sorry, my friend. I smiled and refilled Mike's drink.

Drunk Mike talked more and more, raised his arm and showed me one tattoo after another on his left arm: "This is for my mother, this is my ex-girlfriend's name, this is my ex-girlfriend's dog's name." ”

"You are so loving, you have the dog's name tattooed on your arm. I laughed and teased.

"If I had known that would split her legs, I would have killed her dog who poops everywhere. Mike smiled wryly, "I was carried away by love. ”

Speaking of his sadness, Mike did it again without hesitation. At this point, there was not much left in the bottle.

"Mad dog, seriously. I think you should have a tattoo on you, you're too pale to be spotted by those. McNoonu mouthed, facing a few of the fighters inside who were openly hugging each other, "Or are you a, waiting for those people to take the bait?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense. I patted Mike on the arm, "Beware of the mad dog biting you!"

Mike held out his other arm to show me: "Actually, you can tattoo some quotes, this is my favorite quote, Hebrew, which means 'fight to the end until the end of life'." ”

The letters are tattooed into small flowers, which looks very chic.

Tattoos? I didn't think about it. If I did, what would I tattoo? Come to think of it, I might have my daughter's name tattooed. I took out a picture of my daughter from my arms and looked at it. Does this beautiful little girl know that there is such a father as me?

As Mike and I finished the last bit of wine in the bottle, I helped Mike, who was already swaying, to go back. That's when Archie and one of the legendary fighters here, "Genius", walked up to me, looked at me, and asked, "Did you drink too much?"

"No, what's wrong. I helped Mike onto a couch and looked at Archie with a serious face.

"That's good. I have received word that a few Japanese may come to you tonight. Archie handed me a cigarette, "You're a celebrity here, I'm afraid you don't know how you died after drinking too much." ”

"How do you know?" I was in a cold sweat, I didn't scare them in the duel in the little black room, but if a few people came together, I really couldn't bear it, "Private fights are not allowed here." ”

"God informed me. Archie was obviously reluctant to tell me the source of the news, and said with a smile: "It's just that private fights are not allowed, so every year there are more people who die after getting drunk and not knowing what to do." ”

"Are you scared?" Archie saw my silence, patted me on the shoulder, pointed to the "genius" who was looking at me from the side, and said, "Don't worry, I have found a helper for you." ”

"Hello!" the genius took the initiative to reach out his hand, "I've heard about you for a long time, mad dog." ”

"Hello, genius. Looking at the long-haired American, "I have long admired your name." ”

"Archie, what do you mean?" I still didn't understand what Archie meant by this helper.

"Of course, whoever wants you to die, you have to kill you back!" Before Archie could speak, the genius rubbed his hands excitedly, "I haven't done it for a long time, and I can't wait." ”

Following the genius's words, Archie nodded, "You don't think this is a place where you can negotiate, do you?" ”

Before I knew it, Archie had changed his name to Mad Dog.

"But there are four of them, and there are only two of you. Archie looked at me and the genius, "Don't be careless and hang up." ”

"If you die, you won't be able to drink the pure vodka here, and I won't die. The genius was full of confidence, "You're going to invite me to drink when you come back, right?" The genius looked at me.

"Well, you can drink whatever you want. "Looking at the genius with an expectant face, I really admire his big heart.

"You have to remember, you have to promise. The genius looked serious, "I don't drink a lot. ”

Thinking that the 10,000 US dollars I had there were enough to drink enough, I nodded: "Don't worry." ”

"Alright, guys, tell me what your plans are?" Archie put his arm around me and Genius's shoulders and began to tell us what he had.

Looking through the window, looking out the dark window, I knew it was a good night to kill!

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