Chapter 462

There are both black and white in any place. Even Macao, which has opened up the legal operation of the gambling industry, will actually have a place to hide pollution.

The serious fighting field has various rules and regulations, high insurance compensation policies, and more strict selection, which not only cuts off the wealth of some vicious people, but also curbs gamblers pursuing more exciting experience.

So black fist was born.

"I'm very optimistic about the players in this period. The other party has won four games in a row. If I have money in this game, I'm sure I can win back with interest." Zhang Quan rubbed his hands and hinted nearby, showing greed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Qin Qing is not really an 18-year-old girl, nor does she intend to accept this cheap brother. She walks into the boxing hall by herself. After passing through the formal training ground, she pushes open the secret door and feels the fanatical atmosphere in the boxing field.

Zhang Quan watched the girl find the way with ease. For a while, she still muttered, but she couldn't see that the quiet girl would have a connection with this mixed place.

The boxing hall, which accommodates nearly a thousand people, is full. Unlike the spectators on the gambling table, men and women in all positions stand up and shout for the players in the game. The voices in the annular closed space converge into huge waves, which are shocking.

The two sides who are fighting on the stage have come to an end, and there is no suspense about the force value of the two sides with a wide physical gap. This is a abnormal fight of unilateral tyrannical players, catering to gamblers who like violence.

"OK, our strong player won this game." the referee raised the strong player's arm on the stage, stepped on the mottled blood under his feet, and his face was full of passion.

The player who was carried down had fallen into a severe coma, and his blood was scattered all the way from the ground to the backstage. No one cared about his life or death.

In the underground market, there are no rules and restrictions. As long as you stand on the stage, you will be dead or alive.

Of course, the odds are higher than the regular field.

Amid the chorus of shouts and cheers, Zhang Quan also waited for his favorite boxer, a skinny young man in his mid-20s and mid-20s, dressed in casual punk clothes. It's not difficult to feel the strength of the other party under his black leather clothes.

"Ah, God of war, you are so handsome. I like you very much. You must win!"

"God of war, come on! God of war, invincible in the world!"

……

Compared with the big guy just now, there were many more adoring voices in the screams of more female fans in the venue. In addition to the money, there were many roses on the stage.

Unfortunately, the man in black didn't look at it. He ran the flowers under his feet. A pair of eyes looked arrogantly at the whole audience. The powerful atmosphere immediately suppressed all the voices.

The organizer came to the stage to clean up the venue, which was a grand introduction: "this is the fifth battle of the God of war for three consecutive days. As long as today, he can break the record and become the new king of the boxing hall. The odds will also increase three times this time. Please bet enthusiastically and wait and see!"

With a wave of his hand, the heads of both sides and particularly high odds figures were displayed on the large screen surrounded by four sides in mid air. With the operation of the betting device in each spectator's hand, the amount bet on God of war grew rapidly at an amazing speed.

The soaring trend is like a signal of urgency, which can infect everyone in the scene.

Zhang Quan also blushed at this time, with a slightly ferocious expression: "sister, I beg you, no, I borrow you, just give me a little first. I promise I can win this game. You give me 10000, no, 50000 first."

His fingers changed from one to five. He was eager and greedy like a traveler looking for water in the desert. It was like that if the girl in front of him didn't agree, he would jump up in anger and hit people the next second.

In fact, he would do the same. Seeing his mother beaten as a child, he subconsciously worshipped power. Later, he came into contact with black boxing. The reason why he couldn't extricate himself also verified his tendency to violence.

"Yes." Qin Qing nodded unexpectedly. Just before the corner of Zhang Quan's mouth could raise the arc of joy, he pointed to the place of the boxing ring and said, "as long as you go down, fight with him."

Zhang quankuang's heart suddenly stopped for a second, and then the whole person jumped up, "what are you talking about? Are you kidding? That's the God of war. You can kill me if you get a punch. How can I go up and win him?"

He paid close attention to the God of war for so long that he could not understand the strength of the other side.

"You don't need to win. You can admit defeat at any time as long as you stand up for more than a minute." Qin Qing generously set out generous conditions. Finally, he stretched out a finger and said with a faint smile: "one million. I'll give you one million when it's done."

million.

Even if the average person's per capita wage reaches 8000, it will take ten years to earn one million. After excluding the consumption, it may be a wealth that many people can't have completely in their life.

"You, you have so much money?" Zhang Quan could almost hear his voice swallowing, but he still couldn't believe that a girl film without hair could have so much wealth.

"If you can run the monk, you can't run the temple. I don't need to lie to you." Qin Qing reminded him that he was living under the same roof. He continued to turn his face and watch the competition in the boxing ring. It seemed that he didn't care whether the proposal was adopted or not.

But the more she was like this, the more unwilling Zhang Quan was. The giant beast named Gu yawn in her heart collided with the rising numbers on the big screen, smashed the gate of reason into a gap, and finally smashed it completely.

"I promise you," said Zhang, gritting his teeth. "If I find you lying to me, I won't let you go."

After that, he took a deep breath, got into the crowd like he was afraid of escaping in the next second, and rushed backstage.

Qin Qing stood at the top overlooking his tiny figure as he walked farther and farther, and the corners of his lips slowly drew an elegant arc.

There is a good saying that people who like to resort to violence, the best way to restrain them is to let them become victims.

Bang bang.

"Ah!" accompanied by a scream, the two meter high white man in the boxing ring broke his arm, took off his chin, fell to the floor and vomited blood.

The young man standing next to him was wearing a black jacket, short dark hair, sword eyebrows and stars. With mockery in his dark eyes, he raised his feet to wipe blood on the man's pants, turned his head and looked at the grandstand rising layer by layer, concentrated at a commanding height, and then showed a puzzled expression.

Just a moment on the stage, he could clearly feel that there was an eye on himself.

Different from the fanaticism of other spectators, the line of sight was calm and playful, and even a little bad.