In a bustling society, there are always places where people can spend their spare time and extra money. People also need some stimulation to fill the barren nerves and fantasies of wanting to be otherworldly.

For example: nightclubs, casinos, or unregulated underground boxing rings.

It just so happens that the city's underground boxing stadium is very famous.

It is a place where the rich get together for a long time, because even in the stands can evaporate their hormones, which even sex can't eliminate.

This is where the men really fight. Fists to flesh, flesh and blood, very violent aesthetics, and by the way, bet two 'small money'.

At the same time, it is also a good place for poor people to turn over salted fish, as long as you ask who has a good performance, you will press whom, and if you win, it will be a million profits and the risk is small.

Wealthy men shouted desperately, expressing their excitement and excess hormones, and there was no shortage of women here. A lady may be fortunate that a fighter will keep them away from this threat of death, and the task of the fighter is to make only a 'vase' or 'piledriver'.

After all, who wants to live this kind of life that may not see the sun tomorrow at any time?

Now there's a tight bout going on in the center of the ring.

Why the intensity?

Because if the opponent does not fall, then it is himself who will not see the sun tomorrow. Even fighters who live in a dark underground world will cherish their lives.

The audience in the dimly lit seats was not concerned with the fighter's life, but with the atmosphere, the excitement and how much money they could win in the fight.

The crowd was screaming as if the fighter who shouted his bet would win.

"Kill him, didn't you fucking eat!"

"Little bastard, stand up! ”

The middle of the ring is the brightest place in the space, and it's also the intersection of all eyes, like the center of the world.

In that scene, two muscular men in only shorts were fighting. Now they are like two mad dogs, it doesn't matter what tricks or posture they have, their fists are fleshy and blood is flying, as long as they can kill their opponents and strip themselves naked in front of everyone.

But it's in this boxing arena that pursues efficient killing, one of them has something wrong, and he is more of a defender. As long as you have watched him a few games, you know that he is very abnormal. Insiders can see at a glance that this is not a mental trance of being beaten, but being drugged.

He himself felt that although his steps were firmly on the ground every time, they were a little too firm. Although trying to support his body and not falling, it doesn't mean much.

The opponent is not a rookie, nor is he a chivalrous person, let alone talk about fair competition or morality.

The opponent grabbed one of his holes, a 100% hole, and punched him in the temple with a swift punch.

A feeling of dizziness hit him, and he no longer had the strength to support his body, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The enemy would not miss this opportunity and pounced on him, riding him under the crotch and punching him in the head.

He could barely cover his head with his arms.

The opponent keeps smashing down with all his might, because if the enemy is not dead, it means that he is still in danger. There is no option to surrender here, and even if there is, it is just a deceptive tactic.

As he fell to the ground, he felt that death was finally about to swing his scythe at him.

In a trance, his mind was filled with nearly 100 victories in the ring in the past year and a half. These victories earned him the title of 'King of Boxing'. Looking back now, I realize that there was no game in which the two of them went down together, at least in his memory.

The people in the audience don't sympathize with the fighters on the stage, they only care about their own money or the thrill of flesh and blood.

Some people have put a lot of money on this 'boxing champion'. Even odds of just a pair of 0.0001 will make them a fortune. Who cares if they have a lot of money? Of course, there are some speculators who are waiting for the salted fish to turn over and get rich overnight.

Some of the people in the audience shouted, and some scolded. On this occasion, sympathy and pity appear superfluous.

He began to fall unconscious, and the effects of the drugs and fists on him were able to carry it until now, which was considered superhuman.

In this powerful blow, his body went from not feeling pain to slowly regaining consciousness, and his consciousness became more and more conscious. There are more images that come to mind, and the things that appear are more long-term, comprehensive, and clear......

As far back as he can remember, the orphanage was his first home. He showed a full optimist personality and was supposed to be a teenager who could get along well with people, but as he grew older, he also developed serious paranoia and violent tendencies, and was later forced to leave the orphanage and start to wander in society.

Seeing a woman playing for the first time, seeing life numb in the lights. I need stimulation, intense stimulation, to fill that barren nerves. Later, by chance, I came down to this underground boxing stadium, and the first battle I saw was completely sunk into it, and I suddenly realized that this is my home, and I can release the violent factor that tortures me to my heart's content. Only in the battle can you feel the excitement of life, and your life will be meaningful.

If most fighters don't want to die for money, then he just doesn't want to die, and there is no reason.

He roared inwardly: "Blood, violence, death." "My heart is like a power machine with full power, pounding, I feel that my palms are full of strength again, and my spirit is getting more and more excited.

When the enemy's fist slammed into him again, he stopped resisting, and stared at the enemy with fierce eyes.

The fighter who was about to strike the punch felt like dozens of ants crawling on his scalp when he saw his torch-like gaze. The fist that fell involuntarily softened a little.

He let the punch hit him in the face, and his right index and middle fingers slashed like lightning, plunging into his enemy's eyes, with precision and sharpness. He plunged his right hand into his enemy's eye and turned over to press his opponent, but before his opponent could resist, his left hand clawed like a knife through the air and through the enemy's throat.

In the end, the Grim Reaper slashed the scythe, but it took the life of his opponent.

The death of the enemy did not make him feel the usual excitement, but calmed down, like boiling water slowly cooling.

He slowly stood up, glancing at the audience with a flat expression.

All this happened so fast, the audience was still scolding themselves for losing money one second, and the next second they saw their 'heroes' standing up. The flip was so swift that they forgot to shout, and only the hand that stopped in mid-air witnessed that it was all real.

But what made them feel more at this moment was fear. It was the calm faces and indifferent eyes of their 'heroes' standing on the stage. Everywhere he swept, people felt as if they were being targeted by a bloodthirsty beast that was about to become its food. The audience was silent, and even the sound of breathing could be faintly heard.

There was silence for a while before people came back to their senses and saw the scene in front of them.

The index and middle fingers of his right hand were inserted into his opponent's eyehole, and his left hand passed through his opponent's throat, bloody and eerie. If a master painter sees this scene, he will definitely burst into inspiration and draw a masterpiece. But now in a bloody boxing arena, the situation can only make people feel sick and frightened.

Then the people reacted, and the joy of victory washed away the fear of the scene. Because the rich prove how good their vision is, the poor can get rich overnight. They shouted, they screamed, they shouted, "King of Fighters, King of Fighters..."

Of course, they only dare to rejoice outside this barbed wire, like cheering a strong monkey.

Standing in the center of the audience, he watched all this calmly, and to him the group of people outside was more like a group of monkeys, but it was not as quiet as the monkeys.

Now he has proven his existence and found the joy of life. However, this should be the last time to prove its existence.

He collapsed to the cheers of the crowd.

But who cares if he's dead or not?

Outside the boxing ring, on the brightly lit road, a man dressed in black with a simple hat covering his face, and what was even more wonderful was that there was an erhu floating in front of him, but the people around him didn't notice the existence of this person at all.

The erhu man looked at the city in front of him and sighed: "Things are people." ”

casually pulled down the erhu, and pieces of notes flew out between the strings. The notes flew through the ground, the brick walls, to the ring, and then into the head of 'The King'.

Then the erhu man on the street drifted away.