Everyone has their dirtiest side, but they never see it.

Money is not everything, but no money is impossible. Some people say that money is the root of evil, and that's right.

There are hundreds of dollars to earn a month, and hundreds of thousands of dollars to earn hundreds of thousands. Earn hundreds of yuan, worry about chai, rice, sauce, vinegar and tea every day, and be careful every penny you spend, while people who earn hundreds of thousands of dollars think the opposite. They will feel that they make money quickly, they will spend it, they will spend hundreds of thousands this month, and they will earn it back next month. They don't worry about eating and drinking, so they pursue material comforts.

Wearing designer clothes, wearing expensive watches, using limited-edition mobile phones and purses, this is the life of a rich man.

Between the rich and the poor, there is a third group of people - those who reach out for money.

They don't have any money themselves, but they wear famous brands, drive luxury cars, soak in tender models, and then stretch out their hands - "Dad, give me money." ”

This third group of people, they are no longer looking for material comforts. Their families are destined for no lack of material comforts. What they lack is spiritual comfort.

Pickling girls, flying cars, taking drugs, gambling, day after day, year after year. At first, they find it exciting, but after a few years, they get tired of it and look for more exciting games. So, they found a game that would never tire them - Black Fist.

It's a thrilling game, with no referees, no rules, just gore and death.

The sport of black boxing was born centuries ago, and now it's not just about people and people. In pursuit of excitement, what do people plan to do with each other? It's exciting to fight with people who aren't people -- like wild beasts, big beasts that are ferocious.

The times are advancing, and movies with such a small investment in the film industry of the island country and so few actors all use animal actors, let alone black fists?

At Larson's behalf, the group walked through the hall, through a door at the back of the hall, toward the basement.

When the basement appeared in front of him, Yan Murong couldn't help but be a little surprised.

It's a world away from the dark, damp, debris-riddled basement with bed bugs crawling on the floor.

The basement is located directly above the castle, but it has been clearly enlarged to be much larger than the castle hall - the main thing is that it is barely visible as a basement. Surrounded by rows of staircase stands, in the middle of which is a huge boxing ring, surrounded by thumb-thick steel bars that form a cage, open on one side and connected to a tunnel also made of steel bars on the other.

This is not a boxing ring, Yan Murong thought to himself, if this cage is replaced with a round one, it will be a miniature version of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

There were no private rooms, and everyone was excited to pick their preferred seats so that they could watch the cage fights from a better angle later.

Yan Murong didn't choose a seat, but sat down next to Mo Jiana, looked at the position of the boxing ring, turned to look at Mo Jiana and said. "The view here is good, and it seems that this is not the first time you have been here."

"What does it matter?" Morgana smiled disappreciatively. "I don't like the sport, but that doesn't stop me from watching it – like you don't like business, but you're doing it anyway, and you're doing it well."

"Are you denying the violent factor in your stock?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"No, I'm just stating the fact that everyone is cheap." Mo Jiana said with a serious face.

So, Yan Murong felt that this woman was beating around the bush and scolding him for being a slut. However, it is an indisputable fact that human nature is cheap.

There are no hosts, no judges, just cruelty and death.

Soon, the first fighter appeared in the cage.

The fighter was a fair-skinned European, more than two meters tall, with muscles comparable to those of a toning gentleman, causing many women to scream and cheer.

This made Yan Murong's evaluation of this group of women just five words - I have never seen the world.

This kind of muscular man looks good, but the guy below is small, how can he satisfy you tough Yanmar?

The white boxer's attire is very simple, with a pair of large pants worn all over the body. Yan Murong understood the reason why he did this, not for coquettishness, not for the screams of women who had never seen the market, but just to make it easier to make moves when fighting.

The fighter stood in the cage and kept yelling, as if to embolden himself, and at the same time, his yelling also provoked the wild factor of the group in the stands, whistling and shouting one by one.

Unlike some of the black boxing matches in the bars, there are no gamblers here, they are simply enjoying the gore and excitement that this gore gives them - whether it is a person being torn apart by a beast or a beast being torn apart, they don't care.

Soon, the small tunnel door on the other side of the cage was opened, and the people in the stands suddenly stopped whistling and screaming, and one by one they tensed their nerves, wondering what beast would come out of the other end of the tunnel.

"Roar—"

Before the figure appeared, the voice came first.

A heart-wrenching roar came from the other side of the pitch-black tunnel.

"It's a lion, and it doesn't sound small." Yan Murong whispered to Mo Jiana.

In addition to the lion that can make this kind of roar, it is a large feline beast like a tiger, and the tiger Yan Murong has beaten it, and the cry in the tunnel is obviously very different from the roar of the tiger.

"Boom."

There was a rush of footsteps, and soon there were two palpitating dim greens in the darkness, and then another roar that shook the mountains came, and a huge lion appeared in the middle of the cage.

This lion is obviously much bigger than the lion in the zoo, the body length is close to three meters, and the height is enough to be as tall as a normal person, the golden hair is obviously a little messy, and the eyes look at the white boxer, and there is obviously a greedy light in the eyes, at a glance, you can know that it has been hungry for a long time, and the white boxer is its snack tonight.

Lions are not in a hurry to attack, they are in nature, they will wander around their prey before attacking, until they find the best angle to attack, or there is a flaw in the prey. At that time, they will pounce on each other and tear each other apart with their claws.

"York, kill that lion, just kill it, I'll give you 100,000 dollars, and I'll find you two models to accompany you at night." A young man sitting in the stands seemed to be a little impatient and shouted at the white fighter in the cage.

"Roar—"

I don't know if it was the reason for the 100,000 dollars or the temptation of the two models, York let out a loud roar, and his huge body rushed towards the lion like a tank.