Unfortunately, even if Wei Zhiyuan had become a god, he would not be able to escape from this lesson, not to mention becoming an elf.
Wei Qian grimly slapped Wei Zhiyuan awake, carrying the back of his neck, all the way fishy across the floor full of people, like carrying sacks like Wei Zhiyuan to the carriage, his own seat, with the action of planting onions Wei Zhiyuan threw the seat, stood next to it, the mountain rain wants to be full of buildings, said: "What's wrong with you?"
Wei Zhiyuan realized that he had committed a major crime, can not be atoned for - must be beaten up, out of the "confession from leniency" general law, he put his own reasoning process, practical experience, as well as all the steps to escape from the ticket are accounted for.
Wei Qian listened to his adventures, think three fat right, this bear child may really be a weasel change, looking for death are looking for so smart!
He was just about to break into a rant without regard for public morals when he heard a sudden empty stomach rumble from Wei Zhiyuan's stomach, and the boy pressed his stomach, raised his head pitifully, and tilted a pale little face to look at Wei Qian.
Wei Qian looked at him, and in that moment, the expression was almost melancholic.
Big brother was worn out of temper by Wei Zhiyuan alive, so he had no choice but to helplessly buy that little brat a loaf of bread, a ham sausage and a bottle of mineral water from that legendary cart, and watched from the sidelines as he stuffed himself like a little hungry wolf.
Wei Zhiyuan ate and drank enough, foreboding that he could not make good at this time, and anxiously got down from his seat, "Brother, you sit."
Wei Qian did not say a word, just looked at him, Wei Zhiyuan felt a gust of cloudy wind near his little neck, and then he did not even dare to utter a breath, and silently sat back.
For the remaining nearly twenty hours, Wei Qian was leaning against the back of the seat to stand down the entire time.
They got off the train in a city in Guangdong, found a place to rest first, stayed in a small hotel with a decent price, and slept in the dark first.
After waking up, Wei Qian took a shower and bought some boxed lunches and came back to eat, and when the brothers rested and ate well, Wei Zhiyuan got a bad beating as expected.
After the exciting men's singles, Wei Qian used the hotel receptionist's phone to contact Zhao Laojiu, then he fished out twenty dollars from his pocket and gave it to Wei Zhiyuan, sternly warning, "If you're hungry, go out and buy something to eat on your own, and don't leave this place for more than a hundred meters, and if you dare to wander off again, I'll break your legs."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Oh."
Wei Qian slapped him hard on the thigh, "Do you hear me!"
Wei Zhiyuan quickly puffed out his chest, put his middle finger against the seam of his pants, and reported in the tone of a Nazi calling out, "Long live the Führer!"
Not long after, a man on a motorcycle came from under the building and drove Wei Qian away.
Wei Zhiyuan stuck his head out of the window and watched his big brother leave all the way.
The summer heat here is unbelievable, the air is humid, as if it were a big steamer, and judging by what Big Brother means, he is planning to stay here for more than a month.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't want to cause him any trouble, and he concentrated on lying down on the bed, drying his nearly swollen ass, while thinking about how he could not be a drag.
Zhao Laojiu had already returned one step ahead of Weiqian, enthusiastically
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He was invited to dinner and had a few drinks before he took out a contract to show him.
Wei Qian's drinking capacity is just average, and can not be compared to a real sea of people, but the strings in his heart are too taut, and he is hard to hold out a very clear.
He knew that the contract was a joke, that black boxing itself was illegal, and that signing it didn't mean he was bound by law not to break it, but rather declared that he'd put his life on the line - voluntarily, life and death, silver and money, each in his own way.
The price is marked on it, according to the level, the lowest level, win a thousand, the higher the level, the more money you win, challenge the top boxing champion win, can get an unimaginable price in Weiqian's view ...... Of course, he just looked at it, did not move should not have the heart - he heard of these top boxers have undergone extremely harsh training, these people can sweep a leg out of a ton, really by his kick solid, can fly off the stage on the spot, five organs ruptured. -He has heard of these top boxing champions, these people have experienced extremely harsh training, a leg can sweep out a ton, really by his kick solid, can fly down from the stage on the spot five viscera rupture, is not a joke.
Zhao Laojiu cold eyes to watch him scrutinize the contract, found that this kid face hot heart cold, push the cup to change on the slope of the skill of the donkey familiar, very know how to give people face, but when it comes to the real, but not so good to fool.
Zhao Laojiu lit up a cigarette, looked askance at Wei Qian and said, "The rules everywhere are pretty much the same, you also redundant look, I'll recite to you that we are not the same - the first one, you can't just say come and go, even if you want to go, you have to finish the three fights for me. The fourth master will pay for food and accommodation, but you have to give his old man's face, this reason you understand, right?"
Wei Qian didn't move, "And?"
"There is no turning back arrow," Zhao Laojiu continued, "that is, on the stage, only allowed to go forward, not allowed to go backward, only allowed to upgrade, not allowed to degrade, when to go on the stage, how to play, you have to listen to my ...... that is, the fourth master's Arrangement."
That is to say, even if he had just had his leg broken in the morning, in the afternoon, at Boss Hu's command, he just had to crawl to the ring, still against someone stronger than before.
Wei Qian lowered his eyes and thought, "Ninth Brother, there really isn't this rule anywhere else."
"This reasoning Jiu I certainly know, so we have extra benefits ah! The money for winning the match is counted separately, this ......" Zhao Laojiu held a cigarette, fished out his wallet from his pocket, casually pulled out a stack of RMB, and pushed it to Wei Qian, "Deposit, you just arrived, the water and soil are not suitable, right? Eat something good, count a little bit of Jiu's thoughts."
Wei Qian took his eyes and swept a thousand dollars.
He didn't reach out to take it, just smiled as best he could looking a bit rushed, "Ninth Brother isn't afraid I'll run off with the money?"
Zhao Laojiu stretched out his oily hand and patted his shoulder with force, and laughed: "Such a little pocket money, your ninth brother I'm not in the eye - you are small in age, and I'm not hypocritical to call you Wei - Xiao Wei, you're young. There is a lot of future, young people can not be greedy for money, but also can not not be greedy for money, eyelids are too shallow, a lifetime can not become a big thing, you say there is no sense?"
Wei Qian looked at him, slowly picked up the small stack of RMB and stuffed it into his pocket, the lightweight bills weighed heavily on his chest like a lead balloon, Zhao Laojiu smiled with satisfaction and continued, "In addition to the deposit, the fourth master also gives you a commission, win a game, on top of the prize money, he'll give you a doubled reward, you'll know when the time comes, a thousand and eighty hundred dollars? Hey, hey, pocket money only."
Zhao Laojiu gave Wei Qian a new room in the hotel near the boxing ring, instructed the motorcycle boy to send him meals every day, what to buy what to order, Wei Qian and the motorcycle boy greeted, first went to the hotel to check out, picked up Wei Zhiyuan, after this tired little cub settled down, alone to the boxing ring.
The ring is indeed new and there are workers in the corner putting in lamps.
Around the stage is very dark, not blinding light only to the stage, so as not to distract the energy of the fighters. The so-called "stage" is the center with a yellow line surrounded by a piece of area, people walk around the side, as long as they are not afraid of being injured by mistake, as close as you want to be as close as possible.
Higher up and farther away were the guest seats, which were quite a few, but not full, and one was dressed up pretty much like that.
Most of the boxing ring is a man, there are also women, some are female fighters, basically a big waist face fierce, not to say that can not be seen is a woman, the other is ambiguously dressed, the color is like a spring flower, most of the guests are shuttled to the hospitality of the guest table.
Wei Qian slipped sideways and walked in, very low key, found a place without lights, and waited to see the opening.
When the lights of several arenas lit up at the same time, deafening whistles and loud calls of profanity erupted from the crowd, and Wei Qian narrowed his eyes and looked toward the nearest arena.
Only to see two men standing in the middle of the stage, both bare-chested, one of them was a strong man with a foot of nine meters, all tendon flesh, he slowly moved his neck and limbs, as if intentionally trying to cause pressure to his opponent.
His opponent, on the other hand, happened to be facing in Wei Qian's direction, the man couldn't be said to be small, but compared to the big, strong man across the street, he looked a bit malnourished, and he had a long scar on his chest that looked like a big, ugly centipede lying on him, and under the light, his eyes were covered with blood.
Wei Qian's eyes were good, and from a short distance away, he saw that the corner of this man's eye was twitching nervously and continuously.
Wei Qian's muscles instinctively tightened as he felt as if there was something wrong with this person.
The dealer set up a table behind the race table, and the beauties began to encourage people to place bets, the odds of the strong man and the scarab were one to two, and many people crowded over to place their bets, and Wei Qian made room and stepped back one step.
At that moment, a teenager rushed up in an undershirt, a big bell in his hand, and bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, the delegate opened the show.
There is no professional referee here, everyone is a referee, those who go on the stage, there are no rules, life or death, one side stands until the other side lies down.
Wei Qian's attention hadn't been pulled back from the teenager wearing big pants and a big undershirt, the burly man slammed a left hook down on his opponent's face, he had boxing gloves on and appeared to have a fist as big as a basketball, the scarred man was caught off guard and had his face knocked to the side, instantly his nose bled, Wei Qian suspected that his nose was crooked.
The sound of people behind him was so loud that it shook his ears.
Suddenly hit on the head easy concussion, by the beer bottle smashed people know that feeling, smashed heavily, on the spot can be confused, who knows that the scarred man's brain seems to be made of iron, but did not care, he even nosebleed is not wiped, pounced on the bare hands of the strong man two regular thigh-thick arms, cannonball-like launch into the strong man was forced to open the arms of the elbow, a cross. Stabbed solidly in the heart of the strong man.
The strong man's internal organs have been hit hard, backward three or four steps back, the footsteps immediately appear to be floating, not waiting for him to come back to his senses, the scarred man let out a strange cry, flying up a foot to make up for it, and directly kicked the strong man to the ground on his back.
Wei Qian and everyone stretched their necks to see, according to the reasoning of one side down, there should be a referee to count the seconds, but there is no referee on the scene, there is no one to block, the man with the scar multiplied and pressed up, like a crazy mole as chaotic to the body of the strong man punching and kicking, mouth "ow" shrieking, living like a disease.
The audience were drugged like exuberance, there were yelling, hollering, not far away also do not know who broke the glass, a smell of beer wafted, mixed with the stench of sweat and blood, Wei Qian could not help but lean against the handrail of the staircase, his palms dipped out sticky cold sweat.
It was only then that the battered strong man let out a wailing plea for mercy and raised his hands above his head that three or four bouncer-like men leapt onto the stage, racking up the man in the form of a maniacal Scar and pulling the two men apart.
The teenager who had rung the bell earlier ran up and raised one of the scarred man's hands, and the crowd cheered loudly as those who had won the bet swarmed up to the dealer to collect their money.
Wei Qian didn't care who lost or won, he stared closely at the scarred man who won the match, only to see that he had a bloodstained face, the red blood in his eyes was even more pronounced, his eyeballs were rotating unnaturally at high speeds, his chest was rising and falling dramatically, and his expression was blank and dumbfounded.
He didn't seem to be able to regain his senses before the teenager led him down the path.
The exit of the retreat was right next to Wei Qian, Wei Qian watched all the way as the scarred man walked woodenly like him, and then just when he was about to brush shoulders with him, the man suddenly gave a start, his eyes widened steeply, his pupils contracted violently, and he fell to the ground, and the man first twitched, then foamed at the mouth, and in the end struggled violently for a few times, and then he didn't move at all.
Wei Qian took another step back and stood on the two steps, towering over the supine man for a few moments, wide-eyed, and by the faint light, he judged the man dead.
A chill crept up his tailbone all the way up his spine.