"Winner, Se~~~ !!"

The chubby referee in the Octagon chubby announced the winner loudly.

This move is tantamount to the hammer that the judge finally hammered.

Everyone present, no matter how unbelievable it was, felt that everything that was happening in front of them was like a dream.

But I also have to recognize and admit the reality:

Seti, a student from Ouran Boxing Club, really knocked out the former WXB professional boxer in one round and killed the black hand Okazawamoto in seconds!

At the same time, the huge machine of the underground black boxing stadium also started to operate again under a brief shock.

Click, click, click

The two locked entrances and exits of the octagonal cage were reopened, and four doctors in white coats and masks quickly walked in on stretchers and lay next to Okazawa himself, who was blurred with flesh and blood.

I saw the red blood gushing like a spring on Okazawamoto's face, and the yellow-white broken facial bones.

The four doctors all turned their heads to look at Sethi next to them, their eyes full of surprise.

What a fist!

They had never seen such a ferocious fist in all their years of working in the underground boxing arena, it was almost like a train crash.

The four did not stop, skillfully carried Okazawamoto on a stretcher, trotted all the way out of the octagonal cage, and carried out the rescue.

The other side.

The boxing staff who had just been lifted off by Sethi with his fist style hesitated for a long time outside the octagon cage before he squeezed towards Seti and bowed frantically when he met, every time he was 90 degrees, perfectly implementing the spirit of bowing.

Later, it seemed that bowing was not enough, and even under the gaze of the whole audience, he still sat down in front of Sethi on the spot, knelt on his knees, put his face on the ground, and shouted loudly:

"Serti-sama, I offended you first... I'm sorry!! ”

The desire to survive is simply full.

I still like the way you looked unruly in the prep room at the beginning, you recover... Seti couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "Get up, take me to get the appearance fee." ”

"Yes!"

The Flying Hat staff stood up suddenly, bowed their heads, and respectfully guided Seti out of the Octagon cage and into the marble corridor of the underground black boxing arena again.

Along.

All the relevant personnel in the boxing ring, no matter how weirdly they are dressed, even if they are tattooed men with flower arms, will choose to stop and bow their heads after seeing Seti.

The underground black boxing arena always speaks with "fists", and Seti, who can kill Okazawamoto in seconds, has obviously been recognized by them.

About twenty meters were walked.

The flying hat staff stopped in front of the heavy black iron door, and the mottled lines on it were not difficult to see that they were old objects in the underground boxing arena in the Nerima area.

"Lord Seti, inside is the housekeeper Taro Ishimura, and he is in charge of the appearance fee and the arrangement of the fighters' matches."

The flying hat staff looked down and explained, and then he continued to ask respectfully:

"Do you need me to help you get your bag in the preparation room?"

It's like a perfect introduction to the role of a personal secretary.

Sethi nodded, "Yes." ”

After receiving Sethi's approval, the Flying Hat Secretary bowed back and hurried towards the preparation room.

Sethi withdrew her gaze, reached out and pushed open the iron door in front of her, and entered it.

The room is not very spacious, and the furnishings are quite simple, except for an old computer desk and some withered greenery.

Behind the computer desk sat a short-haired old man with white sideburns, his face was wrinkled like a ravine, and there was a hideous knife mark from his forehead to his lips, coupled with sharp eyes, all of which told the extraordinary years of his youth.

"Housekeeper" Taro Ishimura.

This was the second time Seti had seen him.

The first time was when Seti first came to the underground boxing gym in Nerima to sign up and sign a contract and a life and death agreement.

At that time, Ishimura Taro had a tense face, his sharp eyes staring at Seti's scalp numb, and his tone was quite unkind, which made Seti retreat frantically on the spot.

And now.

As Seti came in again, Taro Ishimura, who had expected it, was not surprised, but his wrinkled face changed from usual, and he suddenly laughed, with the scar, like an old chrysanthemum that had been slashed horizontally.

On the computer screen in front of him, the slow-motion loop played the four punches that Seti had just killed Okazawamoto, and the picture quality was slightly blurry.

"It's really a good boxing technique, fast, ruthless and accurate!"

Ishimura Taro praised Seti who walked in, and his eyebrows seemed to be reminiscing about his young self.

"yes, I think so, too."

Seeing this, Seti did not immediately ask for the entrance fee.

Instead, he cheekily responded, stepped forward and took a closer look at himself on the computer screen, even if it was playing slowly, his fists were as stiff as if they were not stiff, thumping and banging.

Rao is he had to comment in his heart:

Even if I don't have a Cong Blade, I'm still Ip Man!

"Haha, it's good to be young." Instead of resisting Sethi's approach, Ishimura Taro laughed in response and reached out to move the computer screen towards Seti.

He continued:

"To tell you the truth, when I first met you today, I only saw cowardice and retreat from you, I judged at the time, if such a person enters the octagonal cage, he will either die or be seriously injured, especially if you are just a student, maybe you are old and soft-hearted, I don't want to see a student live in a wheelchair or even a hospital bed for a lifetime.

"That's why I deliberately made it difficult for you, I want you to retreat, I hope you don't care."

Seti shook her head: "It's okay, you're kind too." ”

"Haha, but your performance today is undoubtedly a slap in the face for me, it's really old, you can actually look away at such a talented boxing seedling."

After Ishimura Taro finished laughing, his old eyes glowed and he stared at Seti expectantly and asked:

"Do you have any plans to play in the professional league, with your fists, if you practice your body again, I think you can wrestle with the peak Tyson."

Seti simply refused: "There is no such plan for the time being." ”

According to the battle with Okazawamoto just now, he has a clear understanding of his current strength, and his reaction and strength have not changed from before, the only thing that is extra is the data battle mode, plus the increase in damage of wrist hao's passive and active skills.

It's okay to fight black boxing, but if you really go to fight a bunch of analysts' professional boxing matches, it is estimated that it will soon be thoroughly studied.

"That's a shame that Tokyo has one less world champion." Taro Ishimura said regretfully.

After a brief small talk, he remembered to get down to business.

So he took out the contract signed by Seti a few hours ago from the drawer of the computer desk, and a stack of 10,000 yuan bills printed with Shibusawa Sakae's portrait, and said:

"According to the contract, you won this boxing match, so the appearance fee can be increased sixty times, a total of 300,000, you click it."

Hearing this, Seti immediately couldn't wait to take the 10,000 yuan bill, touching the feeling that belonged to Shibusawa Eiichi, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and began to count them one by one.

The appearance fee for this underground gym in Nerima is written in black and white on the contract:

Anyone who came to fight black boxing for the first time, lost to 5,000 yen, won to 300,000 yen, and it is this extreme contrast between wins and losses that attracts a large number of hot-headed young people who want to make quick money, and they all think they can win, so they all set their sights on 300,000 yen. (Note 1)

But in the end, not many people can get the 300,000 yuan, and most of the people they get are critical illness notices or surgical agreements.

Sethi is already a minority of the minority.

"That's right." After counting, exactly thirty sheets, Seti hurriedly stuffed it into his trouser pocket and replied.

Taro Ishimura took the opportunity to say:

"Are you still interested in playing with us next? The appearance fee is negotiable. ”

"How much?" Sethi is fairly straightforward.

He probably knows some of the rules of black boxing, which is similar to professional boxing, and the appearance fee is also related to the boxer's fame, basically the more he fights, the more the appearance fee will rise.

"Win or lose, a million!"

Taro Ishimura reported a high price that it was impossible for a "second rebirth" to have.

Usually, the appearance fee of the follow-up black boxer will not be known until the betting pool comes out, so as to ensure that the black boxing court will not lose money, but in order to keep Seti, it is obvious that he did not abide by the tradition.

"Three million." Seti bargained.

"What's that? Million?? I've been working in the gym for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen you raise the price like this.

"Do you know, Okazawamoto, who was defeated by you just now, he played five games with us and won them all, and now in the sixth game, according to the size and share of the gambling pool, we have given him more than 10 million appearance fees." Taro Ishimura shook his head.

Then he explained apologetically:

"I didn't set the price, I'm actually about the same as a janitor, I don't have that much power, it's just a word of the head."

Seti pondered for a moment, remembering the 700 million debts his family was now carrying, and he spoke:

"At least two million, if there is any less, I will go to other boxing rings."

As soon as the words fell.

"Deal!" Taro Ishimura immediately agreed.

His embarrassed expression disappeared in an instant, and he pulled out new contracts from the drawer and said, "If you agree, sign it here." ”

looked at the other party's skillful movements, and the appearance of being afraid that he would regret it.

Sethi: ???

It feels like I'm going to go low... He complained.

As if he had noticed Setty's little eyes, Ishimura Taro smiled, his face like a knife mark chrysanthemum showed a smearing cunning, and said:

"Hehe, a little bit of negotiation... But the price of 2 million is really high enough, and I'm sure that if you run all over Tokyo, there won't be a single gym that will offer you such a price for this second life. ”

"By the way, when are you going to play in the next game, we can help you arrange a good time when you don't have to go to school, do you have any requirements for the opponent, practice your hands or prepare to fight a tough battle?" Taro Ishimura changed the subject.

"Tomorrow, the opponent doesn't matter."

Seti also understood that for a person who had just fought a fist and was not very famous, the price of two million was enough for conscience, so he didn't say anything and replied normally.

"Tomorrow!?"

But such a bland answer made Ishimura Taro stare at the old man's eyes, look at Seti in disbelief, and ask in disbelief.

A professional boxer, even if he is not injured and has the care of the logistics team, he can only fight a match every month, and Seti's sentence of "tomorrow" really shocked him.

Ishimura Taro hesitated for a moment, and as a person who came over, he kindly opened his mouth and admonished:

"Young man, let's rest for a few more days, boxing is not a game, don't be blinded by momentary interests, if you don't adjust to the best state, it's easy to have an accident, and the end of an accident in the octagonal cage... I think you get the idea. ”

"It's okay, you can help me arrange it, as long as you can fight tomorrow." Seti didn't care, and said.

With a data-based combat mode, as long as the health bar is full, he is in the best state at any time!

This is where he is much stronger than the average boxer.

"Okay, I'll go and inform the people below to help you arrange it later." Everything that should be said has been said, and since Seti insists, Taro Ishimura will naturally do it.

Seti went through the contract, signed his name, and then turned to leave:

"If it's okay, I'll leave first."

If nothing else, my mother should have found out that I had sneaked out and blocked me at the door of the house. He couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

"Wait a minute."

"Huh?" Seti turned her head in confusion.

Ishimura Taro replied: "That's right, for the sake of publicity, it's best for each boxer to have a nickname that is easy to remember and sound, such as the black hand Okazawamoto, and the housekeeper Ishimura Taro, etc., do you have any ideas about what nickname to give yourself?" ”

Wow Tashi Wow Woman Terminator, Jinfu... Seti replied solemnly:

"Wrist Hero, Wrist Hauseri."

......

Taking his backpack from the Flying Hat Secretary, Seti stepped out of the hidden back door of the underground ring and onto the deserted streets of Kitamachi 7-chome.

Take out your phone.

Glance at the time:

[2:11 a.m.]

That's right... I still have the phone number of the guy who hit me... Make a call to the past... At the very least, I have to blackmail him for hundreds of thousands... Seti suddenly thought, controlled the mobile phone to find the phone number left by the other party, and dialed it.

Didi twice, and soon a gentle female voice came, her soft voice was like a red scarf, slowly stroking Seti's cochlea, and said:

"I'm sorry, the number you called was empty."

Dry!!

Seti scolded and scolded, bluntly said that the city routine is deep, blessed this person's ancestors for eighteen generations, turned off his mobile phone, tightened his backpack, stepped on the night road without people, and ran wildly in the direction of home.

At this point, the subway has long been out of service.

Only bus 11 can be used.

...

After Seti leaves, the unassuming Kitamachi Shichichome Street in Nerima Ward returns to midnight quiet, and the carnival of underground boxing stadiums and casinos is firmly hidden in the cracks.

In the dark dark alley opposite, the face of a middle-aged broad-faced man was quietly revealed.

He looked at Sethi's departing back and pondered for a moment.

Only then did he take out his mobile phone, dial the phone, and said:

"Muxi Muxi, captain, it's me... That's right, it's useless to cut the fortune, the target is still alive, it's really fate... Stop it? Why?

“... Nani! Yaksha Hime already knows! Such a big thing, captain, didn't you say it earlier... I'm sure I'm going to have to leave right away, I'm going to be seen by that cold-blooded madman, and I'm not going to burn me to ashes, I haven't lived long enough..."

"Repairing a car? Yes... Do you want me to pay for it myself? Captain, you're too picky. ”

“… Okay, okay, I'll get rid of the 'accident car' and make sure 'Yaksha-hime' can't find any flaws......"

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Note 1: To prevent someone from barring, let me explain, black boxing, the king of soldiers, is the most exaggerated profession by the urban theme in the early years, in fact, to fight black boxing, most of them are people with average skills and strength, after all, if it was really that powerful, I would have run to fight professional boxing.

- Don't go to fight professionally and make a name for yourself, and be a black fighter in such a small place?

The so-called underground black boxing champion beating the gold belt is pure nonsense. (Of course, it is not excluded that Tyson, a ruthless man who chopped melons and vegetables all the way at the age of 14, went from black boxing to amateur and professional competitions, and then won the WBC boxing championship at the age of 20...) But he's also improving on the professional stage.)

At the same time, the income of black boxing is not as high as imagined, most of the first fight, only a few thousand yuan (this is still higher), only continue to win, the money will be more and more.

Therefore, some black boxers who are relatively famous in the local area and can attract more leeks have a really high income, but this is a minority after all.