Although Ye Han was bent on going to the movies with Hu Lingxi, he had already begun to guard against one thing in his heart.

Today's corpse is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface, who is trying to frame him?

He thinks that he has been coming to Hu's clinic for so long, and although he has offended many people, there is absolutely no one who can use a silver needle among the people who have been offended.

This person must be very aware of the deadly acupuncture points in the human body, which is why he set up such a meticulous plan to frame him.

However, this framing plan seems to be full of mistakes, as if he wants to be framed but does not want to be framed.

What was this man thinking, and what was his motivation for doing this?

……

There are many underground casinos, underground clubs, speakeasies, underground massage foot baths and nightclubs in Qingjiang City.

Although there are signs of legitimate business in these places, there are still people who engage in illegal transactions, but sometimes the police do not control it.

Because as long as it is managed, it will be a terrible war. And it must be very implicated.

Therefore, sometimes, the police also turn a blind eye.

The media often reports that a certain police station has cracked any major and important cases, but in fact, it is also to block the mouth of Youyou, so that the people do not fall into panic and feel that the judicial personnel and the police are useless.

But in reality, the real criminals are still at large.

In addition to these underground venues, there are, of course, a number of fight clubs.

In Beiyuan District, Qingjiang City, there is one of the most luxurious fighting clubs in Qingjiang City, called Beiyuan No. 1 Fighting Club.

There are a lot of people who love to fight, and anyone who wants to show off their prowess can step over the side rope and step into the ring and challenge everyone under the ring.

This fight club covers an area of 1,000 square meters and is open 24 hours a day, but it is basically crowded all the time, because the people gathered here come from all walks of life, all walks of life, but there is no distinction between the high and the low, and the only difference between the high and the low is their fists.

It is not only possible to fight, but also to satisfy the wildness of a man who is gradually suppressed by being bound by the law.

At this moment, a black-faced strong man was standing in the ring shouting, making all kinds of provocative moves towards the audience.

Suddenly, a white-skinned man stepped over the side rope and walked in.

As a result, many people around the ring who also loved fighting began to applaud and cheer.

A proud fighter must need the support and appreciation of others.

However, the people who can stand in the ring are real muscle tyrants, their muscles are terrifyingly thick, their roars are rougher than that of madmen, and they claim to be able to kill a person with a single punch.

This is by no means groundless.

When one person is knocked down, another person stands in it, and it is not until he is knocked down by his opponent that he is carried out, and it never ends, never stops.

A middle-aged man with gray temples stood by the wall decorated with royal blue glass not far away, leaning against the railing, smoking Yuxi, and sighed to the guy next to him: "Hey, I'm getting old, if I changed it before, these people wouldn't be enough for me to fight." ”

The guys around him seemed to be unconvinced, and each made their own strange expressions, but they didn't have anything to say except for squinting at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled and sighed: "I know you don't believe it, but I used to fight black boxing." ”

The guys around me were still listening intently.

The middle-aged man continued: "Back then, we often took a boat to the open sea to fight black boxing, and at that time, no one would care if we killed anyone, and no one would care. Except for the country where the ship is registered. But it just so happened that the owner of the ship had a little friendship with the president of that country, so the relevant departments had no way to manage it if they wanted to. ”

He sighed lamentingly, and then continued: "In those days, as soon as the ship came out of the high seas, it was a bloody battle, and it was either dead or wounded! There were about a hundred thugs who went to fight black boxing, but there were several thousand spectators, and in the end, only fifty or sixty thugs could come back alive. As for those who died, those who had family members were buried and sent back, and those who did not have family members were thrown into the sea to feed the fish. ”

At this point, his gloomy face seemed to glow again, as if he had seen the rising sun, and his heart was on fire, and he continued: "Back then, I met a fighter who stuck a lot of rusty nails in his feet and gloves. I almost didn't survive that battle. Still, I beat him to death. ”

He smoked another cigarette and sighed, "I regretted it afterwards, why did I kill him? His family also came to trouble me, and I don't know what to do if it wasn't for the boss helping me settle down." But at that time, I just couldn't stand it, although the black fist is a black fist, and you can use all kinds of cheap tricks, but no one is as deceitful as him. But then, I regretted it again, I regretted killing him. I went through dozens of battles and many deaths, but I was one of the lucky ones. After two years of black boxing, I earned millions, and then because I didn't want to fight anymore, I went back to China. Now that I'm a club manager, I'm free and happy!"

It turned out that he was the manager of this fight club.

Those who can be managers here are not idle people.

The people who came here also had a few fanatics and bandits, so naturally they needed someone to suppress them.

There is no verifiable way to verify what he said, but over the years, nothing embarrassing or difficult has happened to the club.

Is what he said true?

Every time he finished telling his story, he always had a bitter look on his face, and the black boxing he fought for his livelihood back then must be an unbearable history.

Suddenly, a guy asked, "If you had to start over, would you still fight black boxing?"

The middle-aged man let out another long sigh and said, "No." But there was no way around it at the time. ”

A simple answer, a poignant answer.

Sometimes, people do things that they can't help themselves, but they have to do – and this is perhaps one of the greatest sorrows of human beings.

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The sad autumn wind blows, like a wicker brushing a person's face, but it still carries a touch of desolation.

The leaves are Xiao Xiao, and the yang fiber is soft.

Outside the door of the club, a luxury car suddenly stopped, and a thin man got out of the car, followed by several strong men in black, and walked into this fight club in great strides.

The man's body was like a child in front of the sturdy men, and each of them seemed to be twice as heavy as him, and could even lift him with one hand.

He wears clothes and round-framed glasses, like a scholar with a weak temperament, but no one would have thought that under the harmless face of a scholar, there is an uninhibited and unstoppable wild ambition, and even from his eyes, he can see a trace of a seed with a curse that is sprouting and taking root.

His four bodyguards are as strong as the club's group of macho men, because these four bodyguards were also once strong men in the club's ring, and they are the best of this group.

When he swaggered in, all the people made way for him, and seemed to have a lot of respect for him.

Aren't the rich and powerful so respectable?

When the middle-aged man leaning on the guardrail saw this person come in, he suddenly snuffed off the cigarette butt, and then flicked it casually, and the cigarette butt was actually bounced into the trash can a few meters away.

Anyone who notices his actions will surely feel that what he said is true.

His vicissitudes and melancholy face suddenly turned into a flattering smile, and he had already walked over with steps, met the man who had just come in, and said softly: "Isn't this the young master, I used to come at two o'clock in the afternoon, but why did I come so early today?"

The thin man glanced at him, and after standing still, he said loudly, "Today, I want to hold a competition!"

Before he was fully developed, there was still a trace of a feminine sharp voice that revealed his identity, he was Lin Dan!

Why did he come here, did he have to fight in the ring, why did the people here respect him so much, what was the game he was talking about?

As soon as he said this, everyone quieted down, including the two muscular men who were fighting in the ring, who seemed to be attracted by this rather incendiary remark.

The white-skinned muscular man said to the black-faced strong man: "I'll fight you again in a while!"

The black-faced strong man spat and said loudly: "Lao Tzu will beat you to your knees and lick my toes in a while." ”

They are one by one, and here it has become a commonplace self-title.

Then they stepped down from the ring.

Everyone's eyes were already on Lin Dan.

The middle-aged man moved a chair for Lin Dan, and Lin Dan sat down leisurely, and the middle-aged man asked, "What kind of competition is Young Master Lin going to hold?"

Lin Shan didn't look at him, but said with a smile: "Is Manager Zhang also interested in this kind of competition?"

The middle-aged man named Manager Zhang shook his head and said, "I'm too old to move." From his words, it seems that he has already guessed what competition Lin Dan is going to hold.

And Lin Dan suddenly looked at him coldly and asked, "Then why are you asking me to do it?"

Manager Zhang smiled and said: "Since you want to hold a competition, I, as the manager of the fight club and your father's subordinate, naturally want to help you organize it!"

Lin Dan snorted coldly and said, "If you participate in this competition, no one here can beat you." ”

Manager Zhang smiled: "That's right. ”

Lin Dan's eyes suddenly widened and said, "Then why did you just say that you couldn't move." ”

Manager Zhang still smiled: "I can't fight because I don't want to fight anymore." ”

Lin Dan said slowly: "You have been my father's bodyguard, why can't you be my bodyguard?"

Manager Zhang sighed and said, "I already said just now, I'm old, I can't move, and I can't protect you." ”

Lin Shan gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "If someone bullies me, will you just watch?"

Manager Zhang shook his head and said with a smile: "Young Master Lin has four bodyguards, if you don't go to trouble others, who would dare to trouble you?"

Lin Dan's lower lip was about to bite and bleed, and his fist slammed into the chair, Huo Ran stood up.

Then he made a look that he didn't want to stay here and was going to leave at any time, and pointed at Manager Zhang and said, "Hurry up and get me a poster to stick outside." Now I'm going to recruit a fighting coach, teach me martial arts, and help me do anything, he will fight whoever I tell him to fight, and he will help whoever I ask him to help, and as for the salary, naturally he will not be disadvantaged. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce man asked, "Young Master Lin, what kind of tricks does this fighting coach have?"