Stepping into the black boxing ring is either dead or maimed, although the brothers on the stage are covered in blood, they are undoubtedly ten thousand times luckier than those fighters who fall on the ring forever.

Syllable! Cao Lei slammed a heavy punch on his younger brother's eye socket, a bloody flower bloomed in the corner of his cracked eye, Cao Yu staggered back two steps with a muffled snort, and covered his injured eye with his left fist, blood flowed out from the edge of the fist, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

Cao Lei showed a nervous expression on his face, stood in place for a few seconds, and slowly moved towards his younger brother.

"Quick, rush over and kill him!"

"Beat him to death, beat ...... hard"

"Break his neck, gouge out his eyeballs......"

The audience in the audience saw the blood crazy, shouting at the top of their throats, these people are usually sanctimonious, but here the hidden ferocity in their bones is revealed, they like to see the blood scattered everywhere, they like to listen to the sound of broken bones wailing, and they prefer the boxer who bets heavily to knock the opponent down in the ring.

Cheers for blood, applauds for killing, humanity twists wildly here, these people never treat the fighters in the ring as their own kind, just a game that makes people tremble.

Cao Yu slowly lowered his hand from his eyes, his injured eyes could no longer see anything except the stinging pain, and a vague figure in his vision was approaching him, it was the eldest brother, did he really want to kill each other for the damn bonus?

Cao Lei's mood is extremely heavy, although he and Cao Yu have the same father, but the brothers grew up together, practiced boxing together, and worked hard together in the black market boxing arena, and the opponents who fell under the brothers' iron fist don't remember how many, but now the brothers must have one fall, and the audience needs blood and a winner.

The raised fist was trembling, but he didn't smash the opponent's vital point for a long time, they were brothers, and the same blood flowed in their veins, Cao Lei saw his younger brother's blood-red eyes, and a line of blood and tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Cao Yu's dry lips moved slightly, he bowed down and raised his right fist, and he muttered in a deep voice, "Come on, this is the last punch!" ”

Call! Cao Lei closed his eyes and punched out, and there was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in his ears, and he opened his eyes sharply, only to see that his younger brother had fallen on the stage.

It's over, Cao Lei's stiff body stands in the center of the ring, the referee who came grabbed his right hand and raised it high, he won, but without the slightest joy of victory, his heart has long been filled with guilt and self-blame, this is his last boxing match, and it's over.

"Good! Well played! ”

"Ruthless enough, my brother can do the same, haha!"

"I just saw a punch that burst my eyeballs, wonderful!"

All kinds of cheers and cheers came one after another, and the audience saw what they wanted to see, bloody enough, cruel enough, complacent about the winners, and happy to see a wonderful boxing match for the losers.

Ye Fei looked at this cannibalistic tragedy from afar, and his heart was very uncomfortable, just now he clearly saw that Cao Lei's last punch hit Cao Yu's injured eye socket impartially, and when the black sauce rushed out, he already understood that the injured eye must be finished.

One of the brothers was carried away, the other was helped away, and the blood-stained ring won a moment of tranquility, and before the smell of blood had evaporated, the two fighters had already walked up.

A bald monk with a nine-point ring scar on his head, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing an orange-yellow off-the-shoulder monk's robe, with a cold face and empty eyes, nicknamed the nine-ring mad monk. It was supposed to be accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, but now it is equated with bloody killings, maybe he is not a real monk, this dress is just an eye-catching gimmick.

A shirtless and bearded middle-aged strong man, the beard on his chin is tied into several thin braids, and his muscular knotted back is tattooed with two crossed dark cyan battle axes, he is barefoot, with thick bandages wrapped around his ankles, and his height is more than that of his opponent, and his eyes are flashing with a burning light.

The duel between the Nine Rings Monk and the Tomahawk Tang Feng is the highlight of tonight, both of them have a proud record, the odds of the Nine Rings Monk are slightly higher than Tang Feng, the winning rate, 2.88, draw, 5.25, loss, 2.9, this kind of betting does not use the Kelly index, only the win or loss draw guess, the odds are generally not favored by the dealer, the gamblers who are good at this know that the Tang Feng win is much larger, and there are few draws in the black market boxing match, especially the duel between the masters can only occur in two situations, live or die.

Xiao Song helped the brothers find two front seats, where you can see the situation in the ring more clearly, and there is also a biggest advantage here, it is convenient to bet, it only takes less than two minutes to walk from the seat to the betting point, which is the advantage of having a chaperone.

Zhang Chuang suddenly stretched out his index finger and dotted on the lower left seat, and said coldly: "The miscellaneous surnamed Bi is also here, it's really a narrow road!" ”

Ye Fei looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw the surname Bi, and there was a young man with oily hair and pink face sitting next to the goods, and the two of them were chatting in a low voice from time to time. In vain, he saw that Bi Fang made a jaw-dropping move, this thing actually put a hand into the hem of the young man's clothes, as if he was touching something, and the side face showed an expression of great enjoyment.

Zhang Chuang also saw this strange scene, paused for two seconds and smiled in vain: "Hehe, brother took a high-definition video for him to pass on to Sister Jianhong to refresh herself." As soon as he said it, he immediately took out his mobile phone and played candid photography.

Bi Fang was immersed in the pleasure of touching the 'man', and didn't notice that someone was secretly taking pictures, and the young 'man' next to him was touched indiscriminately, and his face flushed, and his body began to writhe uneasily.

"Tsk! It's really exciting, if this video is uploaded to the Internet, it is estimated that it will be a big hit, and the title will make something 'Rich and young people have unlimited feelings, and the movie theater can't help it'......" Zhang Chuang was also immersed in the fun of candid shooting, and muttered to himself while patting his mouth, for him to be able to enjoy this kind of surging scene is definitely much more attractive than a black boxing match.

Xiao Song didn't expect to meet such a strange guest, and when he saw him secretly taking pictures, he couldn't stop him out loud, so he could only carefully block the eyes of other guests with his body.

A few minutes passed, Bi Fang took out his hand with satisfaction, and the goods quietly put his finger to the tip of his nose and sniffed, showing an ambiguous smile at the little white face beside him.

Ye Fei seemed to see something wrong, frowned and whispered, "That little white face is not a man at all, he is a master who dresses as a man." ”