I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Knowing that Li Shurui must be shy, Jiang Chen, as her boyfriend, was considerate and did not take Duanmu Liuli home.

Time is the best medicine for embarrassment.

It would be better if we could meet as little as possible in the next few days.

So in order to avoid running into Li Shurui when she came home from get off work, Boss Jiang took the Taoist sister out to watch the show.

Ok.

Pretty explosive kind.

Underground black boxing.

  Just tell me if it’s exciting enough?

Once upon a time, when he first came here, as a young and green man who was "new to the game", Jiang Chen's worldview was greatly impacted by watching the bloody fights in the octagonal cage.

At that time, he could never have imagined that there would be such a cruel sport in the world.

of course.

I have indeed heard about it in news reports, but that was abroad, and even the black boxing abroad is probably not so dangerous.

He witnessed with his own eyes that standing on this boxing ring can really kill people.

Time flies.

Boss Jiang has experienced too many ups and downs, and now he can sit here with peace of mind.

He was accompanied by Bai Haoran at the beginning, but now he can even calmly introduce himself to Duanmu Liuli beside him.

"Except for not being able to use weapons, once you enter the cage, you can use any means to attack your opponent, which is unlimited fighting. Unexpected events are inevitable in unlimited fighting, so every contestant must be mentally prepared before going in. Of course. It is precisely because of the high risk that the contestants who choose to participate are generally fully confident in their own abilities."

"Losing can be disastrous, but winning can also be very rewarding. As long as you win a few games here, you can achieve financial security for the rest of your life. That's why many foreigners sign up."

At this time, the two contestants in the octagon cage were not locals.

One should be a Southeast Asian, with yellow skin, black hair, and a thin and capable figure, while the other is a typical white man, big and strong.

One inch is long and one is strong, one inch is short and one is dangerous.

Just like weapons, different body shapes have their own advantages and disadvantages. In the gloomy and depressing octagonal cage, the thin Southeast Asians are very flexible and nimble because of their body shape, and their tricky punches can often hit their opponents.

But also because of the physique problem, even if they are hit many times, the thick-skinned white people seem to be unhurt and have a strong ability to resist blows. It feels like an assassin encountering a heavily armored warrior. The assassin is agile and flexible, and the heavily armored warrior is difficult to encounter, but if they are caught once, their fate may be quite miserable.

"Who do you think will win?"

Jiang Chen asked while watching the game.

Existence is reasonable.

There is definitely a reason why such a dangerous boxing match can be established and is so popular.

Look at the surging shouts and fiery atmosphere around you.

What is the first movement in the surface civilized world?

football.

But the excitement of football is simply incomparable to this kind of black boxing.

Most of the people who watch football are not just football fans, gamblers also account for a considerable number. There are fake matches in football, but not here.

No one would risk disability or even life to fix a match, so it not only brings visual and mental shocks to the audience, but the betting system, which is the same as other sports, allows the audience to participate deeply in the boxing match. The key is to achieve absolute fairness and justice.

How could such a competition not be favored by the wealthy?

"Well done!"

In a short period of time, the Southeast Asians hit the white man several times, and the parts they chose were very vicious, attacking his waist and ribs, but the white man was like an immortal monster, just staggering and never falling.

Supporters on both sides continued to cheer.

In the darkness, no one can tell who is who, only the most primitive human nature is running wild.

"White people."

Duanmu Liuli gave the answer calmly, which was much better than Jiang Chen's performance when he first came.

Jiang Chen certainly had no doubts about her vision, even though the clumsy white man seemed to be in a passive situation.

I took out my cell phone and looked at the odds.

The odds on both sides also prove Duanmu Liuli's judgment. The odds for white people are lower than 1, proving that the bookmaker is also optimistic about white people.

The key is participation.

Since we are here, the main thing is to add some fun.

Jiang Chen was about to place a bet with his phone in hand, but suddenly he stopped and looked up.

"Are you sure you saw it clearly?"

He could completely trust his Taoist sister before, but now.

The other party has learned bad things.

He did not doubt her vision, but Jiang Chen was worried that the Taoist nun, who was becoming more and more like a normal person, would deliberately trick him.

"The threshold for betting here is very high, and winning or losing is not a small amount. If you lose, I'm afraid you won't have any snacks to eat for a while."

In order to guard against the other party deliberately doing bad things, Jiang Chen made a reminder.

of course.

More like a threat.

  With just this kind of threat, if you don't buy snacks, would you dare to be more childish?

No matter whether the cat is black or white, the one that catches the mouse is a good cat.

It doesn't matter whether it's childish or not, as long as it works.

For Duanmu Liuli, it seems difficult to find a more effective way.

As expected, Jiang Chen was not worrying too much and he did not have any petty intentions. After hearing that there might be no snacks to eat, Duanmu Liuli immediately changed his mind.

“White people lose.”

Ok.

It’s a supplement.

Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "Is it a win or a loss?"

Duanmu Liuli looked at the tragic octagonal cage and changed her suggestion again.

"win."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

But it's understandable.

In unlimited fighting, there is no script and the situation may change rapidly. A mistake may be caught by the opponent, causing you to fall into a disadvantage and lose the game.

Without further ado, Jiang Chen made his bet decisively, following the nun's final opinion and betting on the white man to win.

The betting amount is one million.

A small amount of gambling brings pleasure, but a big amount of gambling harms the body.

If I buy too much, my sister’s snack life might be ruined.

"Damn it, I already knew that skinny people can't do anything, screw you monkey!"

There were shouting and cursing sounds coming from the side.

Judging from his voice, he should be a young wealthy man, and most likely a Southeast Asian.

The outcome of the boxing match can also be known from his words.

After gaining an advantage of two or three points, the Southeast Asian man was still caught by the white man due to the terrain of the octagon. The white man gave up on defense and exchanged injuries for injuries, but the Southeast Asian man, who was smaller in size, could not withstand such a fighting style. Five punches from the white man might not be as effective as one punch from the white man.

The Southeast Asian man's nose was broken and blood spurted out. He fell heavily to the ground. Then the white man kicked him hard, and the Southeast Asian man hit the octagon cage like garbage.

The outcome has been decided.

"I'll treat you to a midnight snack later."

Jiang Chen was in a good mood.

He definitely doesn't care about the little money he won.

But the key is the feeling of "winning".

There was another fight to come, but Jiang Chen didn't plan to watch it. He took the Taoist sister out of the underground black boxing ring and returned to the parking lot, when he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Chen stopped and looked back.

The boss of the underground black boxing gang followed closely behind him and walked out of the special elevator.

  You won’t let anyone go after you win?

Of course it's a joke.

That is a shameful thing that only small, low-end workshops would do.

"Brother Liao."

Jiang Chen immediately greeted him with a smile.

"We are so lucky tonight, why don't we play for a while? There is another boxing match."

The two of them are no longer just casual acquaintances.

Not only was Pei Yunxi a factor, but they had also established a life-and-death friendship when they had traveled thousands of miles together and gone deep into the most dangerous places.

"Forget it, be content with what you have. This is Brother Liao's place, it's not good to win too much."

Jiang Chen's tone was quite arrogant. "Mr. Jiang, do you think you can definitely win?"

The way the two of them address each other is quite interesting, each calling him by his own name.

"affim."

Jiang Chen said it without hesitation, and then glanced at Duanmu Liuli beside him and smiled.

"I'm cheating."

Liao Xiangdong shifted his gaze to the young Taoist nun.

"Brother Liao, do you know each other?"

With the experience of the morning, Jiang Chen not only asked.

Liao Xiangdong didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he felt unfamiliar with Duanmu Liuli.

Also.

Although Liao Xiangdong was also "promoted" by Lan Peizhi, not everyone knew that Bloody Guanyin had a junior sister.

"Duanmu Liuli, she calls Miss Lan "Senior Sister"

Fine.

Boss Jiang is trying to expand the Taoist sister's social circle, or to increase her popularity.

When Liao Xiangdong heard about Duanmu Liuli's origins, his eyes fluctuated noticeably.

"So you know why I don't want to continue playing. Brother Liao, I'm helping you save money."

Liao Xiangdong did not communicate with Duanmu Liuli. After all, this was a tough guy who could get along well with Pei Yunxi.

"Mr. Jiang's strike was already heavy enough."

His gaze returned to Jiang Chen.

"It's only one million, Brother Liao. The profit from your place in one night should be much more than that."

“It doesn’t seem like a million.”

Jiang Chen was surprised, then he took out his phone, then looked embarrassed, he raised his head, "Sorry, I didn't notice and put an extra zero."

"..."

"..."

The two people around were all silent.

"It's okay, Brother Liao. I just brought her here tonight to join in the fun. Betting is just to add some fun. Forget the winnings. You don't have to play."

Jiang Chen was not being polite at all. He was speaking from the bottom of his heart. Millions of dollars could make a rich man, but they were just a drop in the bucket for him.

But even though he didn't care, they opened their doors to do business, so how could they break the rules?

"You are responsible for your own profits and losses. This applies to the audience and the boxing ring as well. If Mr. Jiang really wants to show mercy, don't place a bet next time you come."

Who says tough guys are inflexible and have no emotional intelligence?

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded, "Sure."

Then, he extended an invitation, "We are going to have a midnight snack. Brother Liao, if you are free, would you like to join us?"

After all, I won money.

Know how to share.

And it was taken out of the other person's pocket.

"And a boxing match."

It was no surprise that Liao Xiangdong refused.

"There's no need for Brother Liao to watch over it personally."

Jiang Chen said that the invitation was very sincere, but the other party still did not agree.

"Miss Lan's brother is here with me."

Liao Xiangdong said after looking at Duanmu Liuli.

"Who?"

"Miss Lan's younger brother, the Martial Saint."

Jiang Chen was distracted, and then a mischievous kid popped up in his mind, as well as the Tibetan mastiff that could scare people so hard that they couldn't walk. What was its name?

"He's here? In the underground boxing ring?"

Jiang Chen confirmed in disbelief.

Liao Xiangdong nodded, "Miss Lan temporarily gave him to me to take care of. For the sake of convenience, I can only bring him with me."

When Jiang Chen accompanied Lan Peizhi home that time, he witnessed the boy's "maturity". He was obviously only in junior high school, but his words and actions were extremely slick. Not only did he say that he would introduce girls in school to him, but he also stole all the cigarettes he bought for Lan Peizhi's parents.

"Why did he come to the East China Sea?"

"Have you seen it?"

Jiang Chen nodded subconsciously, "I have seen it."

  Then, he stopped asking for the time being. No matter what the Taoist sister said, she was an adult, but the boy was still a junior high school student. Wouldn't it pollute his already impure body and mind if he came to a place like an underground boxing ring?

Does Lan Peizhi really want to bring her younger brother along with her?

"Brother Liao, take me to see him."

Jiang Chen said with a smile on his face.

Liao Xiangdong nodded.

Jiang Chen, who had already left, returned to the underground boxing ring, but this time he went straight to Liao Xiangdong's office.

And there are unexpected details.

Not only were there two men guarding the door, but it was also locked from the outside. Liao Xiangdong had to use the key to open it.

"Brother Xiangdong, please let me out. I promise not to run around and stay here honestly..."

Before he even walked in, Jiang Chen heard a familiar voice.

"Depend on!"

immediately.

Screams rang out.

Seeing Jiang Chen come in, the kid who was alone inside, or rather locked inside, jumped up from his chair.

“Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang…”

He pointed at Jiang Chen, as if he had a stutter.

It's a bit embarrassing.

I can't even remember my own name.

But Jiang Chen couldn't care less about a child. Adolescents grow up really fast. This kid seems to have grown a lot taller than before, now reaching his chin. His hairstyle is still so fashionable, with even patterns on both sides. What a trendy guy.

"How did you come?"

"I couldn't stay in that house for even one more day, so I came to live with my sister!"

Wu Sheng didn't even bother to think about what this guy's specific name was. He just thought he was the one his sister brought home for the first time.

"runaway?"

Jiang Chen heard something and asked, "Did you have a fight with your parents?"

The distance from Sichuan to the East China Sea is not short, and most children certainly don't have the courage to do so. But don't you see what his name is or who his sister is?

"Don't mention them! That bastard Wu Guangjiang, didn't Goudan just accidentally rub against Widow Liu from the next village, and he actually sent Goudan to the town's police station to be a police dog!"

The adults were silent.

dog eggs.

Correct.

That’s the name of the Tibetan Mastiff.

As for Wu Guangjiang...

If Jiang Chen remembered correctly, it should be the name of Lan Peizhi's father.

Although I have grown taller, I am still in my rebellious phase.

"You came here alone?"

"Didn't I tell you that I came here to seek refuge with my sister?"

Wu Sheng was impatient. "Jiang, call my sister and ask her to pick me up. If she doesn't care about me, then why am I still alive? I might as well just run into a wall and die."

Jiang Chen could now understand why Liao Xiangdong wanted to keep him by his side all the time. Although he didn't know when this guy came to Donghai, he must have had a hard time for Liao Xiangdong during this period.

"I know you're in a hurry, but wait, I'll go buy some oranges."

The Martial Saint who had been mumbling incessantly stared with his eyes wide open. It seemed that he could not remember Jiang Chen's name, but he still remembered these words.

When people visited his house before, they were insulted by him like this.

He raised his hands and raised his two middle fingers.

"I'll give you a lung!" (End of this chapter)