"Natasha, who is this?" The scar-faced black man asked.

"Ahem, this is the person I recommended... Take him to Old Jack, the game should start soon. ”

A hint of inexplicable meaning flashed in Natasha's eyes, and the scar-faced black man immediately understood, and then slowly opened the door: "Come with me." ”

Fang Tian nodded when he heard this, turned his head to look at Natasha who was careless next to him, thought for a moment, and then walked into the door.

Squeak...

As the door gradually closed, Natasha's eyes were a little dazed, but soon, they changed to a greedy smile.

......

Inside the passage, it was pitch black, except for a few tungsten lights in the corner, which were flickering with a dim yellow light.

Fang Tian quietly followed behind the scar-faced black man, walking all the way through the long and quiet passage.

I don't know how far they walked, the two finally came to the end of the passage, and Fang Tian could faintly hear the noisy noise coming from the other side of the wall.

The black man with Scarface was the first to stop, pointed to the big iron door in front of him, and said, "You wait here for a while, I'll call Old Jack." ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." Fang Tianying said.

The scar-faced black man pulled open the iron door and entered, and the figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged man in a suit with a smart lamp in his hand to walk in, and after glancing around for a while, he walked straight in front of Fang Tian.

"You're the one Natasha recommended?" The middle-aged man looked Fang Tian up and down and asked coldly.

"Yes sir." Fang Tian replied.

"I'm the housekeeper here, just call me Old Jack."

The middle-aged man's expression looked a little contemptuous, especially after seeing the tattered clothes Fang Tian was wearing, the contempt in those eyes was even worse.

"Come in with me, there are two games ahead, I'll take you to the break room to get ready."

Old Jack said, turned around and walked into the door, while Fang Tian still followed him calmly.

After tossing and turning in the dim passage for a while, Old Jack led Fang Tian to the elevator and came to the second basement floor.

Bite!

And the moment the elevator door opened, all kinds of colorful brilliance suddenly bloomed from the front.

Fang Tian squinted his eyes slightly, and walked out of the elevator with steps, bursts of noisy screams endlessly.

"Oh! Undertaker, put down that turtle grandson! ”

"Dab, are you an idiot! Beat him up! ”

"Damn, labor and management have thrown so much money at you, you don't want to lose to labor and management in the first game!"

...

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, he found himself on a high ground, and below him was a funnel-shaped arena full of spectators, with a square boxing ring in the center.

At this moment, the two bare-chested men in the ring were fighting hotly, their faces were red and their necks were scuffling together, and one of them even had colors on his face.

"Hey, boy! Don't look at it, follow me to the lounge first! ”

Old Jack found Fang Tian standing there in a daze, thinking that he was scared, so he scolded in a threatening tone.

"Okay, okay, got it, don't beep."

In this regard, Fang Tian was unimpressed, looking at the fight scene below without changing his face, while walking forward.

Hearing this, old Jack was not angry, but laughed, with sarcasm and disdain in his smile.

For him, the person introduced by Natasha is at most a stepping stone.

In the underground boxing world, the people they call "stepping stones" are generally based on the amount of money invested by the audience that night to serve as sparring partners for those hot fighters.

Before the official competition, they will arrange a few exhibition matches, using bloody and exciting scenes of violence to stimulate the psychology of the audience, so that they are willing to invest more money.

People who are often used as stepping stones can't bear it after an exhibition match, and can break their arms and legs at best, or die on the spot.

Of course, with his thinking logic, it is absolutely impossible to think that the so-called "boxing masters" here are just a matter of punches in the eyes of this unattractive yellow person.

"Uh... Mr. Jack, how much will I get paid for participating in this contest? ”

Moving his gaze to the front, Fang Tian looked at Old Jack's back and asked.

"Complete a game, you can get a reward of 5,000 Earth Coins, which will be doubled for each game you win, and then accumulate in turn."

Old Jack's voice was very flat, as if he didn't take money for money.

But having said that, he wasn't worried about what Fang Tian would make here.

The first reason is that most of the players who participate in the competition are professionally trained and their physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

And the yellow man in front of him, who was not good-looking, dressed in tatters, and looked like a little beggar, was obviously not their opponent.

Secondly, even if this yellow man barely survived the competition, it was most likely seriously injured.

When the time comes, arrange a few people, and make up for him twice without knowing it, and there will be no problems.

Thinking of this, a fleeting smile appeared on Old Jack's face, and then pushed open the door of the lounge.

The area of the whole lounge is not large, roughly estimated to be only more than 60 square meters, there are several wardrobes standing on the wall, and in the center is a sandbag and tester.

"Go up and measure your height and weight first, and then try your strength." Old Jack said, pointing to the weigher.

Fang Tian didn't respond when he heard this, and walked over silently, and then stood on the tester and straightened his waist.

"Drop! Test complete! ”

"Subject: 179 cm tall, 68 kg in weight."

A set of data flashed out of the LCD screen of the tester, and the old Jack next to him took out a pen and paper and recorded it: "Go and test the strength again, hammer the punch sandbag with all your strength, test it three times in turn, and get the highest score." ”

Old Jack's voice fell, Fang Tian nodded, removed from the tester, turned around and walked to the sandbag.

"Alas, there are so many things to grind and chirp."

Complaining silently in his heart, Fang Tian lightly clenched his right fist, and while Old Jack was still bowing his head to record data, he softly pounded the sandbag in front of him.

That look, it's like Lori's little fist punching your big chest.

Bang dang!

The seemingly weak punch caused it was extremely powerful, and even though Fang Tian had already reined in the strength of his arm with all his might, the sandbag still quickly fell backwards, and finally slammed into the wall behind him.

Old Jack, who had just finished recording the data, was startled by the sudden loud noise, and hurriedly set his eyes on the dynamometer hanging above the sandbag.