"Boom...... C-grade No. 8 ring, bursts of roars like stormy waves rolled in, and even the strong rhythm and deafening rock music were forcibly masked.

The heat was a mixture of nicotine, alcohol, and strong hormones, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

Around the circular ring, there are a circle of stepped seats to ensure that everyone has a good view. But no one was sitting, and now hundreds of people were standing and waving their arms and letting out rhythmic roars:

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! ”

They clutched dirty bills in their hands, sweaty backs, their eyes full of frenzy and thirst for bloody thrills, and they roared even louder even when their throats were hoarse.

In the circular ring with a diameter of six meters, a black boxer with a top body is riding on the back of another white boxer, the white boxer has been knocked down and lost his combat effectiveness, but the black boxer did not stop, but roared wildly, and a pair of iron fists fell on the back of the white boxer's head like raindrops.

The referee didn't call a stop, in fact, the only rule of black boxing is that there are no rules. The existence of referees is actually mainly to host and narrate part-time, as well as to incite the atmosphere of the scene.

"Woo Woo ......"

The black boxer punches to the flesh, he doesn't wear gloves, and the white boxer doesn't have head protectors, so every punch is flesh and blood!

The blood and minced meat have a very bewitching beauty under the bright white light, splashing everywhere, making the snow-white ring dye blood-colored plum blossoms one after another.

This greatly stimulated the senses of the spectators, who let out a wolf-like "whoop" howl, and each punch seemed to touch their G-spot, making their bodies tremble violently with excitement as if they were spasms.

At the front of the seats are plush armchairs, an exclusive seat for high rollers. However, there are not many high rollers today, and most of the sofa chairs are empty.

The C-level arena is still a low level for high rollers, and it can only be regarded as a matter of watching too much A-level and B-level, and occasionally adjust it, as if you are used to eating big fish and meat, and sometimes you want to eat some wild vegetables.

In the C-level arena, they are mostly spectators, they are the lowest level of society, and they will come here to seek excitement and vent when they are under the pressure of survival, so they will bet, but rarely give tips. However, they are also very easily satisfied, and the bloody scene seems to the high rollers to be a little numb, but it is a great thrill for them.

Today's high rollers are a group of young people, all in their twenties. Although they all seemed to be rich and expensive, it was clear that one of the long-haired men stood out from the crowd, and if you looked closely, you would see that the other young people were faintly clustered around him.

"Brother Li, this is the level of the C-level arena, in fact, if you want to say that it is good-looking, you have to go to the A-level arena." A young man with oily hair and a powdery face covered his nose with an incense handkerchief and said to the long-haired man: "Look at it, the fight here is too small, I don't even know martial arts, and the air is so smelly......"

The long-haired man stretched out his hand, and his five fingers were spread out like a rake to comb his long hair back on his forehead, revealing his large forehead and a pair of eyes sunken like a half-blood, and said with a smile: "Little Er, you don't understand this."

"Although there are few boxers who can do martial arts in the C-level arena, the simple and rough style of fighting, the sensory stimulation of punches to the flesh, and the refreshing feeling brought by the fist to the flesh may not be weak.

"The air here isn't fresh, but don't you find it very provocative about the hidden impulses in your character? Hehe, since you're here, let's take a look at it with peace of mind, and the big fish and meat will be tired every day. ”

"What Brother Li said is, hehe." The oil-haired and powder-faced boy known as Xiao Er laughed with him, his task today is to serve this Brother Li with him to eat, drink and play anyway, and he will be whatever Brother Li says.

Holding a big wave girl in his arms, Xiao Er's mind is not on the woman, he deeply knows how much benefit he will have in the future if he catches Brother Li.

So his eyes rolled, and Xiao Er said to Brother Li again: "Their fight is also fake, it looks like flesh and blood, but in fact, there is no fatal place at all, otherwise where can this style of fight be used with so many punches?" These fighters are really fake fights, and they refuse to play real if no one throws money. Brother Li, let the brothers push them! ”

Saying that, Xiao Er saw that Brother Li had no objection, so he stood up, stretched out his hand, and naturally his bodyguard stepped forward. His bodyguard carried a safe in his hand, and prepared a box full of cash for tonight's boxing tip. The bodyguard has been with Xiao Er for a long time, and he understands with just one look from Xiao Er, and takes out two stacks of sun coins and puts them in Xiao Er's hands.

Xiao Er raised the sun coin and shook it in his hand, the sun coin exudes a faint golden yellow under the fluorescent lamp, which is the color of the sun, and it is also an anti-counterfeiting mark.

The black fighter in the ring was immediately attracted to his gaze, and his eyes were full of greed, like a hungry wolf that saw fresh meat.

Xiao Er was very satisfied with the reaction of the black fighters, and at the same time, he was also satisfied with the reaction of the spectators. When he stood up and raised the sun coin, the originally noisy boxing arena quieted down, and everyone looked excitedly at the sunshine in the little second-hand, they knew that there was a good show to watch today.

A sense of superiority in identity arose, Xiao Er pointed at the black boxer with an orchid, and said lightly: "Kill him!" ”

He said it lightly, but it was as if he had stimulated a black boxer, and the black boxer roared "whooping", as if he was crazy, he grabbed the white boxer's head with both hands and twisted it hard!

Hearing a "click-click" sound, the white fighter's head was twisted to his back, and the blue dead fish's eyes were filled with unbelievable fear, apparently he hadn't understood why the fake fight he had said had become true......

Xiao Er smiled, as soon as he raised his hand, the sun coin in his hand flew into the sky above the ring, "lala......" The sun coin spread out and flew all over the sky, and the golden sunlight flickered under the fluorescent lamp, as if it had fallen a brilliant snow.

"Whoa—" After a brief silence, everyone erupted in a frantic cry!

Kill people on the spot!

It's so exciting!

Their eyes flashed scarlet, and at this moment they forgot the harsh and oppressive manager in the company, the nagging and stingy yellow-faced woman at home, and the son who failed the exam and fell in love, and the depression and resentment in their hearts were released at this moment.

Although the income is not much, some spectators are still throwing out the banknotes in their hands, and their emotions are directly brought to **.

Xiao Er shrugged his shoulders and sat down again, like a child showing off to his parents, he looked at Brother Li, and Brother Li smiled: "Xiao Er is quite good at playing." ”

"Average." Xiao Er felt that Brother Li was praising him, grinned proudly, and put his hand into the neckline of the big wave girl next to him.

Brother Li turned his head and pouted without a trace, it was really a dirt bun in the countryside.

"Next - White Tiger from the Ice Field!" Seeing that the atmosphere on the field was particularly enthusiastic, the referee simply shortened the interval between the two games and shouted in a provocative tone: "Welcome...... The King's Challenge! That's right, this is a rookie boxer who is new to the industry! But his nickname is 'The King'! Is this a sign that he is going to become the king of black boxing? Let's see whether this rookie will become the king of tonight, or the white tiger's supper! ”

"Boom-" The mood of the spectators was high, and the reaction was stronger. When the white tiger, that is, the bald strong man of 190 centimeters, walked out wearing a blue cloak, the spectators burst into shouts: "White tiger! White tiger! White tiger! ”

"It seems that this white tiger is a bit famous," Brother Li ignored the resentful gaze of the beauties around him, and leaned back on the backrest comfortably: "I don't know how this rookie is." ”

"What? Brother Li, are you interested in this rookie? Hearing Brother Li say this, Xiao Er said funny.

"I'm just interested in his nickname." Brother Li smiled: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a hateful nickname." ”

Xiao Er's eyes rolled: "Brother Li, why don't we take a small gamble?" ”

Brother Li habitually stretched out his hand to shave the long hair on his forehead to the back of his head, and his deep eyes were full of evil spirit: "Okay! It's all friends, it's not good to play big, just a million. ”

"......" Xiao Er suddenly felt as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, he originally wanted to curry favor with Brother Li, but the number of one million is not small for him, he is young after all, and his pocket money is only 800,000 a month. But the words were spoken, and it was not good to admit it at this time, so I had to slap the swollen face and become fat:

"Brother Li is right, it's not good to play big, one million is just right. Then Brother Li, who are you going to bet your treasure on? ”

Brother Li didn't speak, his eyes hidden by his long hair were looking at the boxer's exit, and Wang Ge, who was wearing a red cloak, strode out.

No one knew the name of "The King", so the noisy environment was much quieter when he appeared, but there were some White Tiger fans shouting:

"The king of bullshit! The White Tiger killed him! ”

"Scare this little white face out of the!"

The vulgar words caused many spectators to laugh, and the white tiger stood in the ring and looked down at Wang Ge who came over with contempt, and he decided to use this rookie to complete his winning streak.

The rhythm of rock music is like a hammer beating the heart again and again, people's shouting and invective are mixed together to exert invisible pressure at this time, and some strange smells in the air make him breathless, his body has responded faithfully, his muscles are unconsciously tensing, his fingers are trembling slightly, and his blood seems to be boiling.

Wang Ge knew that no matter what he said about disgust, his body seemed to be enjoying this stimulation.

This kind of stimulation is called fighting.