6. Underground fighting arenas

A day later, in the evening, Neto led Ye Gu on crutches to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Washington, where all kinds of luxury cars were parked outside the factory, and scantily clad girls came and went. Hell!"

Ye Gu, who was holding a long sword with a sheath, glanced at the factory where the vibration music was constantly coming out, and asked, "I go up to fight, how much can I make in a game?"

"My friend, in Hell, you get $10,000 for the first game, $20,000 for the first game, $10,000 for each win after that, and up to 10,000 games in one night, which means that if you win ten in a row, you can get $550,000 in one night," Netto said. ”

Ye Gu nodded, feeling more satisfied, five hundred and fifty thousand US dollars, which was already more than all his previous savings.

"But, Ye, I also want to remind you that this is an unlimited fight, the opponent can use any weapon except a gun, maybe the first 10,000 dollars is your funeral expenses. ”

"I know. ”

"Haha, of course, I also want you to win more, as a sponsor, I can get a commission from you" Neto laughed.

"From my bonus?" Ye Gu asked.

Neto shook his head: "Of course not, my commission is collected from the handicap of the fighting arena, you must know that rich people like to watch unlimited fighting, a big reason is because you can bet on the winning or losing of the martial artist, the crease is exciting, if you win, in addition to giving money to the person who wins, the fighting arena will also take out a part of the commission, and give me a part of the commission as a reward for the sponsor." You're a newcomer, the odds are high, and if you win one game, I can make a lot of money. ”

"Oh, then can I press myself to win?" Ye Gu asked.

"Of course, but are you so confident in yourself?" asked Neto.

"I have, let me win first. After Ye Gu finished speaking, he followed Neto into the factory building.

The factory is very large, and after modification, it is surrounded by these five floors of stands, and there is a cage of about 50 square meters in the center of the stands, and now there are two black men fighting fiercely in the cage.

The surrounding audience waved the dollars, cigars, coats and even underwear in their hands, shouting and shouting, and the air was filled with the smell of perfume and cigars.

"Kill him!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Oh! No, I'm going to lose money!"

"Lost again, hell~"

Ye Gu felt the noisy atmosphere and shook his head: "The barbarians are really rude, there is no place in my Eight Desolate Lands that will shout like this when they are fighting!"

After a while, a black man in the cage was punched in the face by another black man, and a red and white liquid suddenly flew out, Ye Gu found that the black man who hit the other party was wearing a fist on his hand, and there was a metal awl on the fist glove, and now there were five holes in the face of the black man who fell to the ground.

As the results were produced, the audience's cries became louder, some people were excited, some people were annoyed, the winner of the cage was incomparable, and the loser was dragged away with a pool of blood, and no one had mercy.

"See, my friend, this is unrestricted martial arts. Poor fellow!" Neto patted Ye Gu on the shoulder and said, "The next game is up to you, as long as your name is called on the radio, you can walk up when the cage door opens." ”

Ye Gu nodded, and Neto said that he still had something to do, so he let Ye Gu wait here by himself.

After the cage was cleared, the winner chose not to defend it, so he left, and then the radio resounded throughout the factory: "Ladies and gentlemen, after a fierce battle, we are going to witness another magical duel! I say that the duel is magical because ————"

The radio was silent for a while and then shouted: "Next fighter, from the mysterious East!" Ye —————————— The cage door opened at this time.

Ye Gu walked up with a long sword.

"What? Chinese? I've watched martial arts for half my life, but I've never seen a Chinese!"

"Hell, he thinks he's Bruce Lee or Jacky?"

"That's all! Man, they're all filming!"

"Although he is tall among Chinese, he is too thin compared to other martial artists!"

"No, no, no, Neto from North America is also skinny, but he can kill a lot of big guys!"

"That's right, I decided to press this newcomer, maybe he can do Chinese martial arts!"

"Hell, I don't believe it, I'm going to crush his opponent, whoever it is, I think he can beat this Chinese. ”

“.....”

As soon as Ye Gu came up, he detonated the audience because of his Chinese face.

At the same time, Neto said to a white man in front of a computer in a box at the edge of the factory: "I press the leaves, 200,000 dollars." ”

The white man in front of the computer was stunned for a moment: "Neto, are you sure?"

"Of course!" Neto was full of confidence, he and Amilu were easily defeated by Ye Gu, although he was not sure if there would be any strong players to fight against Ye Gu in the back, but there would generally be no particularly strong people on the field in the first game, and if he didn't take advantage of the opening to make a profit, he wouldn't be able to earn a lot of money if he came later.

"Neto, my friend, although I don't know who this Chinese kid's opponent is, but the odds of this kid are 1 to 100, that is, if he wins you 200,000, it will become 20 million, man, do you think our damn bosses will make money for fools like you?" said the white man, who knew Neto well.

"One to two hundred? the first game, this is!" Neto knows that it is easy to manipulate the market here, such as a high odds to provoke the audience's luck, and then send a person whose strength is not at the same level to fight, and the fighting arena can make a lot of money.

At this time, the odds were announced, and many people bet on Ye Gu in order to be small and big, without considering who his opponent was.

"Ye is very powerful, but ..... Management is not a fool...."Neto hesitated.

"Hey, Booker boy, give me a million dollars. A familiar voice came.

"Amiru?" Netto looked at the black man next to him, surprised.

"Hey, Neto, my friend, come and lose with me against this poor Chinese, you can't imagine who his opponent is!" Amiru laughed with white teeth.

"You told Mr. White that Ye Gu would be here?" asked Neto at once, not being a fool.

"That's right, Mr. White paid a lot of money to get someone to deal with this kid, and look, the boy is dead. Amiru laughed.

Neto was a little unhappy in his heart, he and Amilu agreed to introduce Ye Gu to fight underground, but it was not to kill him, although they took White's money, but business is business, and when it is done, it will pass, and he still admires Ye Gu in his heart.

Because he was dissatisfied, Neto said: "No matter who it is, 200,000 US dollars, Ye wins!"

Amiru yelled, "Hey, man..."

Booker said, "Bet on, good luck." Neto. ”

At this moment, an excited voice came over the radio: "All of you, scream, tremble, high chao, women, kneel, meet your king of hell, Siberian beasts, !!!!!!!!!!!"

Neto heard that the crutches fell to the ground: "What ....."

Amiru spread his hands: "Man, I said it, your $200,000 is gone." But I pressed a million, and even though the odds were one to one, I could still win a million, haha. ”

Even more desperate than Neto was the audience who pressed Ye Gu.

"Damn! I'm in the hands of these vampires again! How can a 1-100 odds make him win!"

"Oh God, Lao Tzu lost one night! I want to take the risk of turning the book, it's over, my 300,000 dollars!"

"Damn hell, I should quit gambling!"

"Oh God, looks like we're going to have a few more damn guests tomorrow!"

"Baby, you can take it now, I lost money and need to vent!"

“.....”

Amidst the noise and boos and noise, a tall figure walked from the back door of the factory to the aisle, and even Ye Gu felt suffocated.

"Huh, internal force?" Ye Gu's eyes narrowed slightly, a little surprised.

With the appearance of this figure, the noise of the entire factory gradually became smaller and disappeared.

Obviously, everyone felt the oppression of this figure's momentum!