Chapter 390: Underground Boxing Match
Wen Rou not only checked Li Yaoguang's two alternative identities clearly, but she also teamed up with Lu Feng to hack into the system of Dacca Airlines and find out Li Yaoguang's flight route using these two alternative identities. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
After Zhu Xiaojun grasped Li Yaoguang's final foothold, his mood suddenly became relaxed.
Before making clear whether Qin Hongyuan was innocent or not, Zhu Xiaojun did not plan to tell Qin Hongyuan about his gains, so the next day he flew to Jilongpo according to Qin Hongyuan's opinion.
When they arrived at Jilongpo, Zhu Xiaojun contacted Qin Hongyuan, who was anxious about Li Yaoguang's whereabouts.
Zhu Xiaojun comforted: "Is there a Mao who is in a hurry? Isn't it just to let Li Yaoguang live a few more days? ā
Qin Hongyuan sighed and didn't say anything, but just told Zhu Xiaojun to keep the phone open in Jilongpo, and as soon as there was news from his side, he would immediately notify Zhu Xiaojun.
For a while, Zhu Xiaojun was idle.
After leaving the airport, I called a taxi, fortunately, the driver of this taxi was actually a Chinese, although he couldn't speak Mandarin, but Cantonese was slower, Zhu Xiaojun could still understand 12/12, plus gestures, although it was difficult to communicate, it could be carried out reluctantly.
At this time, it happened to be nighttime, and Zhu Xiaojun wanted to experience the night life in Kelongpo, so he gestured to the taxi driver and asked the taxi driver where the best pastime for men was at night in Kelongpo.
The taxi driver seemed to have a lot of experience with Zhu Xiaojun's question, he even said with a gesture and told Zhu Xiaojun that this matter was asked to the right person, and after Zhu Xiaojun lived down, he would take Zhu Xiaojun to a place, which was definitely the favorite of men.
However, the taxi driver misunderstood what Zhu Xiaojun meant.
Zhu Xiaojun was thinking of a place like a domestic nightclub, but the taxi driver took Zhu Xiaojun to an underground boxing ring.
The reason why the underground boxing stadium is called underground does not mean that the stadium must be arranged in the basement, but that it must be hidden because it is illegal. In Kerunpo, the police have also cracked down on underground boxing stadiums, but, just like the underground casinos in China, you have focused on cracking down on this side, and within a few days, various fields have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
The underground boxing stadium that the taxi driver took Zhu Xiaojun to was in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, and it is said that the backstage boss came from a very wild way, although he was a Chinese, but he could basically achieve the point of black and white access up and down the road in Kelongpo.
"It's enough to wait for the forest!" The taxi driver proclaimed with a long note peculiar to the vernacular.
Since you have come, let's go in and have a look, Zhu Xiaojun was introduced by the taxi driver, and showed Ma Zai, who was a foreign tourist, the passport of a foreign tourist, and successfully entered this underground boxing stadium.
As soon as he entered, a waiter in a suit greeted him and greeted Zhu Xiaojun in standard Chinese: "Please Mr. come here to buy tickets, 20 Malaysian dollars, 35 soft sister dollars." ā
"It's not expensive!" Zhu Xiaojun took out his wallet and took out a 50 yuan denomination.
The waiter was obviously from the past in China, and his eyes were quite lively, and when he saw Zhu Xiaojun's money-pumping posture, he knew that this gentleman was extraordinary, and immediately put on a smile and introduced: "Mr. is a big man with status at a glance, do you want to let the younger brother arrange a VIP seat for you?" ā
The so-called VIP seats are the front row of seats, which can be seen clearly when you are close, and there is a small table in front of you where you can order some drinks or something.
When I asked about the price, it was less than RM100.
Zhu Xiaojun happily took out another 100 ringgit and slapped it on the waiter's hand: "Okay, you can keep the rest." ā
The waiter was flattered, and took Zhu Xiaojun to a seat in the front row.
At this time, there was still some time before the start of the boxing match, and in the boxing ring, some women dressed in beautiful clothes were dancing very seductive dances.
Zhu Xiaojun didn't have much interest in this kind of dance, so he casually took out a hundred ringgit and handed it to the waiter, asking him to get some drinks or something for himself, while looking at the building structure of this underground boxing stadium.
The waiter stooped down to take the money and resignedly, but brought a bottle of a brand of wine that looked good but had never been seen before.
Zhu Xiaojun tasted it and felt that the taste was not bad, so he drank red wine and barely watched the dance performance on the stage, waiting for the next boxing match.
Before the two glasses of red wine were finished, a few bewitching girls on the stage had just finished a head-scratching performance, and Zhu Xiaojun heard a noise behind him.
When I turned around, it turned out to be a waiter who had accidentally spilled a drink on the customer's body.
This kind of thing is really common in this kind of occasion where you can never be quiet, Zhu Xiaojun glanced at it, and thought about turning around and continuing to drink his red wine.
But just as the afterglow swept over the waiter, Zhu Xiaojun was suddenly stunned.
How could this figure be so familiar?
As soon as I frowned and wanted to think about it, there was a mess over there, and the guest who was spilled with a drink on his body didn't seem to be a good stubble, quite arrogant, and didn't give the waiter a chance to apologize at all.
When he was done, he stretched out his foot and asked the waiter to lick the drink off his shoes.
Zhu Xiaojun really couldn't stand it.
This guy was born with the gene of love to fight unevenly, when he was a poor student, he didn't have much ability, and he dared to pull out a knife to help when he saw injustice, and now he wants money and money, and he has the ability to do things, and how can he suppress his beating heart.
When he got closer, Zhu Xiaojun was suddenly angry, because he saw clearly that the waiter turned out to be Zhou Bing.
Although this old man has framed himself many times, and almost killed him the last time, those are all things in the past, and Zhu Xiaojun is not so careful.
The only thing he remembered was that Zhou Bing used to be a colleague in a department of a hospital with him!
Far away on this island, he and Zhou Bing are not the most solid and authentic fellows.
My fellow countryman, how can you rabbit cubs be bullied at will?
stepped forward, Zhu Xiaojun grabbed Zhou Bing, who was trembling and didn't know what to do, and pulled him behind him.
"Friend, your leather shoes and your clothes, make a price, my friend accidentally spilled a drink on you, this is his fault, he should pay you!" Zhu Xiaojun said to the awesome guy with a smile.
Of course, Zhou Bing behind him recognized Zhu Xiaojun, and under the surprise, he was a little worried about Zhu Xiaojun, so he secretly poked it behind his back, wanting to give Zhu Xiaojun a wake-up call.
Zhu Xiaojun turned around, patted Zhou Bing's shoulder, and signaled him to rest assured.
The guy knew at a glance that he wasn't a good guy, and his appearance and skin color showed that he was a half-blood, and as for how it was mixed, it was a bit difficult. However, judging from the figure of this product and the scar on his forehead, he should not be an ordinary person.
"Losing money? Well, 50,000 yuan, not a dime less! ā
As soon as the guy spoke, Zhu Xiaojun smiled, he thought that this kind of goods might not understand Chinese, and thought about whether to let Zhou Bing be a translator, but he didn't expect that this product was not only understandable, but also quite slippery when speaking Chinese.
Zhu Xiaojun rolled up his sleeves and took off a watch in his hand: "Vacheron Constantin, I have been wearing it for more than half a year, even if I give you a discount, it is worth your seventy or eighty thousand ringgit, how about it?" ā
The goods are also a knowledgeable person, took Zhu Xiaojun's watch, looked at it, and then smiled: "It's about the same, okay, Lao Tzu will let you go!" ā
Zhu Xiaojun pursed his lips and grabbed the goods that were about to turn around: "You let us go?" But you asked me if I didn't, do I plan to let you go? ā
The creature turned around and glared and shouted, "What's the matter?" What else do you want? ā
Zhu Xiaojun smiled: "My friend soiled your clothes and shoes, I accompanied the money, you can beat my friend, how can this account be calculated?" ā
When the goods heard it, they were happy: "Or, let's fight?" ā
Zhou Bing behind him suddenly became nervous, and kept poking Zhu Xiaojun's waist.
But what Zhu Xiaojun was waiting for was this sentence.
"Good! Since you've already spoken, if I don't agree, it won't give you face! Isn't this a boxing ring? Let's borrow it for use, and it can be regarded as a cushion for today's boxing match, how about it? ā
If Zhu Xiaojun was born with a look of five big and three coarse, maybe the goods would be suppressed on the spot, but Zhu Xiaojun's appearance was kind, especially when he smiled, he was full of scholarly taste. The goods were obviously confused by Zhu Xiaojun's appearance, so he actually nodded and accepted Zhu Xiaojun's invitation.
Borrowing the field to fight, although this is a little new for the owner of the underground boxing stadium, is not a bad thing.
Therefore, when the other waiters notified the owner of the boxing stadium, the boss hurried in with a few of his men, and couldn't help but praise the two for their creative approach to solving the problem.
"What are the rules for your fights in the ring?" Zhu Xiaojun nodded to the owner of the boxing ring, and then asked.
The boss of the ring replied: "Ten minutes of fighting, life and death." ā
Zhu Xiaojun made a frightened look, stuck out his tongue, turned his head to the goods and said, "Let's just have a fight, so we won't die or die!" ā
This was originally Zhu Xiaojun's casual joke, but when he heard the goods' ears, he understood it as Zhu Xiaojun's stage fright.
"Don't worry, Lao Tzu won't kill you, at most he will break one of your legs!"
Zhu Xiaojun smiled and nodded: "Well, when I heard your words, I knew it in my heart." ā
The thing couldn't wait to jump into the ring, and waved to Zhu Xiaojun very shyly.
Zhu Xiaojun smiled back, walked to his seat unhurriedly, picked up the remaining half glass of red wine, and took a sip gently.
At this time, the owner of the boxing stadium duly opened a bet for the two men's fight. (To be continued.) )