The group entered the elevator and pressed the 1st floor.

When the elevator door opened, a burst of shouting and scolding was the first to come into my ears.

"One person has to pay 10,000 yuan, and chips are fine," Lao Zhao said, taking me to the cashier next to him.

"It's like grabbing money," Lao Huang muttered after handing over the chips.

Ah Zhu and I only have 20,000 chips, which is not enough for Lao Zhao.

It's a basement with a boxing ring in the center, and there are quite a few seats around it, and it is estimated that nearly a hundred people are watching the fight on the stand.

Our group sat down on the side.

Looking up at the center of the ring, a fighter is landing a powerful high kick to the head that knocks him to the ground like a downed tree.

At one moment, the audience burst into cheers and shouts.

One is a strong man who is nearly two meters tall, and the other is a bald man with a relatively thin body.

BUT THE STRONG MAN WAS OBVIOUSLY NOT THE OPPONENT OF THE BALD MAN, HIS FACE WAS ALREADY COVERED WITH BLOOD AT THE MOMENT, HIS UPPER BODY WAS COVERED WITH BLOOD-COLORED FIST MARKS, AND HE GOT UP FROM THE GROUND, AND HIS STEPS WERE ALREADY A LITTLE UNSTEADY.

Bang!

The bald man found an opportunity, and another roundabout kick hit the strong man's temple, and the latter fell to the ground and struggled on the ground for a long time, looking unable to get up.

But the bald man didn't seem to want to stop, and slowly walked up to the strong man who was already a little delirious, strangled the strong man's neck with his right arm, pressed his left hand on the strong man's head, and then twisted the whole person's body hard,

"Click!"

A crisp sound of broken bones sounded, and the strong man's neck had been twisted alive, and after a moment of convulsions, his body gradually softened, and he couldn't see that he could live.

"Ahh

Ah Zhu, who was beside me, threw herself into my arms, her face pale.

"Don't be afraid," I reached out and patted Azhu on the back.

This old Zhao, if he doesn't speak clearly, he would have known that there was such a bloody scene, so he would definitely not bring Ah Zhu here.

The surrounding audience seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of public killing, and they applauded one after another, with madness in their eyes.

It's not boxing, it's not kickboxing, it's black market boxing.

In the next game, several scantily clad beauties were holding trays, and there seemed to be boxer numbers in the trays.

The fighters in the ring have already appeared.