Nothing was said all night.

At five o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Han Dong came to the underground boxing gym on time.

This is his second time here. Since it is a black market boxing here, it is naturally impossible to get on the stage. If you weren't familiar with this place, you wouldn't be able to look for it at all.

The people who come here are some avid fighting enthusiasts, rich kids, and some gamblers. There are also some urban white-collar workers who come to watch the boxing match to decompress, but there is a strict identity review system here, and they can't enter at all without the guarantee of acquaintances.

Because he came to punch once last time, and helped the dealer avoid a large loss, Han Dong passed the identity verification at the entrance very smoothly.

When I walked into the main arena, I only heard that the scene was already full of people, and a large number of enthusiastic spectators had gathered, with a shout of "ho-ho-ho" in their mouths.

They are all eagerly anticipating a great fighting event.

On the other side, many people crowded on the betting points and pressed their chips against the optimistic players.

"There's a heavyweight professional fighter today, and he's still so young?"

"How can a golden boy in boxing like him come to fight black market boxing?"

"Who knows, maybe it's a lack of money to spend. This time, the champion has a million prize money!"

"But the odds are too low, and he can't make money by pressing him!"

Listening to people's discussions, Han Dong looked up at the big screen with the player's information written above his head.

I saw that there were more than a dozen players' respective identities and backgrounds written on it, and the odds of the top three were quite close, and it seemed that they were equally strong.

And the "golden boy of boxing" that people talk about, named Song Hu, has just won the championship in an intercontinental boxing championship, so he is at the top of the odds. It has attracted a lot of people to bet.

"Interesting. Han Dong looked at the big screen and chuckled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Han, I'll be looking for you for a long time. So you're here. At this time, the voice of the gym manager came from behind him, "The fight is about to start, you hurry up and change your clothes to warm up." ”

"Since you have invited the golden boy of boxing, the gimmick is enough, why do you still want to invite me?" Han Dong asked with an eyebrow.

"Oh, Mr. Han, don't you know, today's boxing match is a competition that only comes once a month, it stands to reason that you are the first yesterday, and it is also deserved!" the manager sneered.

"Black market boxing, what about the competition system?" Han Dong felt a little funny.

"Mr. Han said this......" The manager smiled wryly, "Although we are an underground boxing gym, we also need to get some color to keep people, okay, you can go backstage to warm up." ”

With that, the manager went back to work on other things.

Han Dong looked back at the big screen again, and among all the players, his odds dropped by one place, and he was almost at the bottom.

It seems that even if he just defeated the former boxing champion "Iron Mountain" yesterday, he is still not recognized in today's event.

Han Dong walked to the locker room, where a large group of fighters were gearing up and making preparations.

In the middle, with his back to Han Dong, there was a person sitting, who was applying olive oil to his body, and his entire back was full of golden and bright, bronzed tendon meat, piece by piece, domineering.

"Hello everyone. ”

Seeing that all the players looked at him in surprise, Han Dong took the initiative to say hello.

These fighters, coming from all directions, are all aiming for the prize of one million, and no one is a weak chicken, and they take the initiative to show weakness, so as not to be targeted when they get it.

"You're here to box, too?" said a tall man with a high nose and blue eyes, and his words were quite contemptuous.

"Yes, you are?" Han Dong stretched out his hand.

"My name is Azmoun. The man did not shake it back, still did not change his arrogance, and said in broken Mandarin: "Boy, you better go away as soon as possible, be careful that you can't find your teeth if you are beaten." As he spoke, he clenched his fists with a clattering sound.

Azmon?

Han Dong remembered that he was the second-ranked player today, and his odds were on par with Song Hu, and in the hearts of everyone, he was also a proper candidate for the championship.

Other fighters also talked about it.

"It's like, your little body, it's really hard to believe, you're actually a fighter?"

"I heard you're the guy who defeated Iron Mountain yesterday?"

"Hey, what's it to beat an old-fashioned boxing champion? I've fought Iron Mountain before, and I've only been under him for three rounds. A young man shook his head disdainfully.

These fighters didn't dare to speak out in front of Song Hu and Azmon, but in front of Han Dong, who was ranked last, they were extremely sarcastic.

"Let's say less. At this time, the man who had been sitting in the middle of the preparation work, turned around.

He is Song Hu.

It is rare that he is the strongest, but he is the only one who did not suppress himself, Han Dong just wanted to express his gratitude, but Song Hu smiled and said again: "You are Han Dong, if I meet you, I will let you make three moves." It's just that this possibility should be very small!"

"Hahaha!"

The group of fighters was stunned for a moment, and they all burst into laughter.

In the boxing ring, especially the black market boxing that fights to the death like this, everyone knows what the three moves mean. And when Song Hu said such a thing, he didn't regard Han Dong as an opponent at all.

Han Dong just chuckled: "Okay, then you have to remember what you said." ”

With that, he began to change his clothes and get ready.

"Hmph. Song Hu snorted lightly in his nose and turned his gaze to Azmon. In his heart, Han Dong has nothing to worry about, and Azmon is his biggest opponent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the boxing match is about to start, please go and participate in the live draw now!"

At this time, the gym manager walked into the locker room and said.

"It's so troublesome to draw lots?" a big man was a little dissatisfied, and lifted the gym manager up like a chicken.

"This, this is the rule of the event, I, I can't help it. Put me down!" The gym manager was scared to pee, for fear that he would throw himself against the wall with a shake of his hand.

The big man snorted and threw the manager to the ground, and he took several steps back before stopping.

"What a strong internal force. Han Dong watched his movements, and a thought flashed through his heart. Looking at his bald head and full of meat, could it be Shi Yanfeng, who is the third in the odds?

According to the information, he was a warrior monk in the Shaolin Temple for twenty years before returning to the world. I didn't expect him to come too. It seems that the strength of the players this time is really not to be underestimated. Han Dong thought secretly in his heart.

However, this competition, there are no restrictions, no restrictions on age, no restrictions on height, no restrictions on weight, as long as you don't use weapons, whether you are playing Muay Thai or tai chi, as long as you are confident, you can sign up.

Just thinking about it, the fighters have already walked outside one after another, ready to participate in the draw ceremony. Han Dong also walked out after him.

More than a dozen people came to the field and stood in a row, and the audience suddenly whistled excitedly. Someone tried to pick up a mobile phone to take a photo, but the person in charge of security grabbed it directly, and the person was also evicted.

According to the rules, it is not allowed to bring any audio and video recording equipment here.

"Azmon, Azmon, Azmon!"

The audience, who had bet on Azmon, shouted feverishly.

"Song Hu, Song Hu, Song Hu!" Song Hu's supporters were not to be outdone.

"Shi Yanfeng, Shi Yanfeng, Shi Yanfeng!" another wave of people also shouted.

There was a sudden uproar in the audience, and almost everyone had supporters. It's just that none of them shouted their names.

Han Dong sneered, this was also expected by himself.

At this time, a somewhat timid voice came from the corner: "I support Han Dong!"

Everyone turned around and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl say. Han Dong looked at the corner and saw that the girl had short hair over her shoulders, and there was some heroic air between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Hahaha!" The audience was stunned for a moment and burst into laughter.

"There are really people who support him!"

"I just laughed at it. ”

"Isn't this a clear waste of money!"

The little girl's face turned red, and a middle-aged man next to him put her hand down, "What are you messing around?