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"Who are you?"

George asked, a big white man, with a frown.

"I heard that you used to be the king of the Black Fist of Harahan?"

Wang Jingcheng replied to the question.

"Who are you!"

This time, George's expression became grim, and his eyes were full of wariness.

"I am not your enemy."

Wang Jingcheng said, and then he suddenly punched the wall outside!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the fist dented the wall a few inches! Wang Jingcheng retracted his hand, and the sunken wall lime fell from the wall with a clatter.

"I'm going to punch."

Wang Jingcheng said calmly: "I asked the people nearby, I heard that you are the former king of black boxing, but because you refused to play fake boxing, you offended the boss of the previous generation of Harahan and was crippled in your left foot, I want you to take me to Harahan to box." ”

Coming out of the leather goods store, Wang Jingcheng came to a dirty street in Harahan, and after "asking" a few thugs with his fists, he found it.

His punch was very intimidating, and George, who was originally on guard, understood that the Asian in front of him was not necessarily an opponent even if he was still the original king of Harahan Black Fist.

After listening to the other party's words, George opened his mouth and was silent for a long time before finally saying, "Come in and talk." ”

After saying that, he returned to the room on crutches.

Wang Jingcheng followed.

The two of them didn't sit down, just in this small, dilapidated room, looking at each other face to face.

After a while, it was George who spoke first: "What's the good of taking you to me?" ”

Wang Jingcheng glanced around and said lightly: "It seems that your life after your left leg is crippled is not very good. You can get 10% of my commission per game. ”

"Twenty percent." George raised two fingers with his eyebrows: "You are just a newcomer, and you look really good, but the water in black boxing is too deep, and I have a lot of things to deal with, and one percent is not enough." ”

"Deal." Wang Jingcheng replied.

He has three purposes for black boxing.

First, observe if there are any exercise methods that can increase the body value.

Second, the injury delays the time of gene rejection.

Three, make money.

The third of them makes money, and Wang Jingcheng is not interested in the commission of boxing at all, but the handicap gambling when playing black boxing!

Every black fist is a gamble!

It's like **.

Wang Jingcheng wants to buy biological research equipment, and the commission from each game is simply not enough.

Even if it is the top black boxer in the whole of New Orleans, the appearance fee is estimated to be about one million dollars. This amount of money is not enough to buy a more advanced instrument.

Wang Jingcheng is ready to press himself to win every game, and use this method to quickly accumulate the first pot of gold.

George obviously didn't expect the other party to be so light-hearted, so he agreed.

After being slightly surprised, he didn't want to be greedy, and asked, "When do you want to fight?" ”

"Tonight." Wang Jingcheng Road.

George also expected this answer, nodded, walked to the humble single bed, picked up a gray phone full of smudges, and dialed the number.

"Hey, Cuso, has tonight's fight started? I have someone here...... Ok no problem...... So in terms of price...... Well, I'll ask first. ”

After speaking, George covered the phone and looked at Wang Jingcheng: "There is a small fist tonight." But you're a newcomer, and the first commission is only $2,000, do you want to play? ”

"Hit." Wang Jingcheng replied.

George nodded and put the phone to his ear again: "Asked, call!" Okay, see you later. ”

Hanging up, George said, "Let's go, it's almost half past ten, and the game starts at eleven o'clock in the abandoned factory not far from here." ”

The two went out together.

"What is a small fist?" Wang Jingcheng asked, he didn't know much about black boxing.

"Small boxing is the end, the kind of game where there is no ring and many people gather in a circle." George walked on crutches and explained: "There are usually no rules for these kinds of games, no matter what method you use, just win." Moreover, this kind of competition generally does not kill people, at most it is just a broken hand and foot. ”

Speaking of this, George paused before saying, "It's a pity, it's just that the money is too small, and the commission for one game is only a few thousand dollars." ”

As they spoke, the two walked out into the street.

George lives in the Mallore neighborhood, where the poor of Harrahan gather, and is full of dilapidated buildings and abandoned factories, which is considered Harahan's "Pulton Street".

Here, even taxis are rare on the street, and the two of them actually walked!

On the way, George went on to explain: "In addition to this kind of small punch, it is the kind of ring punch that has a ring and a spectator field. In that kind of competition, basically only one person can come down. But the commission is also high, at least more than $10,000! ”

Wang Jingcheng listened quietly and did not speak.

Along the way, George is explaining the knowledge of Black Fist, and it is rare to meet a person on the street.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, the two finally came to a huge abandoned factory.

The gate of the abandoned factory was already in tatters, and even the iron mesh gate that blocked people had fallen to the side, and shouts and screams could be heard from afar from the abandoned factory.

There are constantly punk-style men and women riding motorcycles from the streets and alleys to gather here, passing by Wang Jingcheng and George, many punk women sitting in the back row still give the middle finger to the two, scolding funetbsp; "Don't bother with it, it's just a small miscellaneous fish."

George said, "Let's go in." ”

"Hmm." Wang Jingcheng nodded.

The two walked towards the abandoned factory.

The door of the abandoned factory is open, there are many incandescent chandeliers hanging inside, and the crowd is surging, at least ten people gather inside, each sitting in groups of three or five, or sharing the cigarettes wrapped in **, or constantly chatting with hands and feet like rap.

When Wang Jingcheng and George walked into the factory, someone came out of the crowd gathered in the factory, and greeted them from a distance.

“hey！ George, my old friend! ”

What came out was a black man of mixed black race, tall and thin, wearing a pair of shabby jeans and a gray shirt, and hugged George as soon as he came up: "I didn't expect you to come back to dip your hands in black fists, it's so rare!" ”

"I've met a good fighter, so I'm ready to try again." George smiled and said, "Well, Cusselau, you look good." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Kuso smiled, looked at Wang Jingcheng, and asked while looking up and down, "This is the fighter you brought?" What is it called? ”

This question stumped George, he didn't know Wang Jingcheng's name yet, he just smiled and said, "You can ask him yourself." After speaking, his eyes also looked at Wang Jingcheng.

Kusuo didn't notice that it was boring, and greeted Wang Jingcheng: "Hey, friend, what's your name?" ”

"Ghost Face." Wang Jingcheng replied lightly.