Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 817 Alternative Ways to Play Underground Boxing

VIP room.

Unlike the underground boxing matches where the lights are blazing for the sake of live streaming, this viewing room, temporarily set up in a warehouse, has its lights deliberately dimmed, and a thick red carpet covers the entire floor.

In the center of the room, arranged like bar booths, were several rows of leather sofas and marble coffee tables. Directly in front were four 100-inch televisions, broadcasting the boxing match live.

"Waiter, Jägermeister."

The bald, fat man leaned limply against the sofa, raised his fleshy right hand, snapped his fingers, and gestured to the "princess" standing behind the sofa to bring him a drink.

There are a total of eight booths in the room, each with a dedicated "princess" and a "young master" who can take orders at any time.

Wearing a tight-fitting outfit that revealed her delicate collarbone and half of her white hair, the princess gracefully walked around to the sofa, carrying a silver plate with a bottle of expensive-looking foreign liquor on it.

She gracefully tilted the bottle slowly, the amber liquid swirling within, releasing a rich aroma. For millennia, this has been the same routine when faced with beautiful women and fine wine.

The bald, fat man swirled the wine glass in his hand, glancing at the iPad on the coffee table. It was playing a live stream from an encrypted server located overseas, showing the boxing match between Li Xia and Da L.

On the screen, bullet comments cascaded down like a waterfall, with various colored text flashing incessantly. One gift after another, a dazzling carnival, a colorful romantic carriage, a radiant dream castle, and so on, played in a loop throughout the almost seamless room.

So much so that it completely overshadowed the live stream of the underground boxing match, yet these gifts, symbolizing huge sums of money, continued to pop up one after another. Even through the screen, you could smell the overwhelming stench of money from the fans.

This is all money. Following the Shui Tou Gang might allow him to earn even more. The bald, fat man's hand trembled slightly as he held up the wine cup. His initial resistance to the Shui Tou Gang's forced cooperation began to slowly change.

This Shui Tou gang, I don't know where they learned their tricks, turned underground boxing into live streaming, and then gathered a bunch of young people wearing masks and blindly following along. They even managed to set up a VIP room in a short time.

I have to say, they deserve to make money.

"Hey bro, wanna add some more?" A young man in a suit bent over and came out from behind the princess, saying confidently, "Big L is our gang's prized possession, we can't lose!"

The bald, fat man took a sip of his drink and glanced at Li Xia, who was kneeling on the ground coughing up blood on TV. Although he could only get a little over 100,000 yuan according to the odds, the feeling of winning was really great.

He said casually, "I've already spent two hundred bets on your Big L winning. What, isn't that enough?"

"No, no, brother, the outcome is already quite clear. Let's just play some small games for fun and kill some time, don't you think?" Although the man in the suit was wearing lipstick, his lips were painted with lipstick, and under the flashing spotlights, his two small, fleshy lips opened and closed, making him look somewhat alluring.

"Little brother, just watching punches isn't exciting enough. Our project is much more exciting." The princess, standing behind the sofa, leaned down and whispered in the bald fat man's ear, her red lips slightly parted, her breath warm and incredibly alluring.

Especially that "little brother"—it really melted the heart of this bald, chubby, middle-aged, greasy man.

The bald, fat man turned his head to look at her slender neck, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing, the curve below her collarbone faintly visible.

"Hey little brother, just now Big L interrupted the game in the arena and was doing some kicking and spinning around. It's the game that the owner of table number 6 started. Look how interesting it is." The princess gently brushed her hair back, the smooth strands brushing against the bald fat man's cheek.

It was itchy, but more than that, it was a sudden surge of anger rising within me.

The bald, fat man straightened his neck, which was almost integrated with his shoulders, and looked towards booth number six.

The room was dimly lit. The bald, fat man stared for a long time before he saw a man with a receding hairline sitting there, cuddling and nuzzling the princess in his arms.

So, the princess actually offers this kind of service?
The bald, fat man, his blood rushing to his head, chuckled, patted the empty seat next to him, and said playfully, "Go ahead, we have to go ahead. But you have to come over and discuss with me how we're going to open it." "Ugh," the princess said, feigning disgust, but her body betrayed her by snuggling against the bald, fat man. "Little brother, I want to see what it looks like when a college student gets a nosebleed?"

"Nosebleed?" The bald, fat man was taken aback, then turned to the man in the suit. "What kind of project is this?"

The man in the suit raised his fist and touched his nose, fawningly saying, "Brother, that's what I mean, ten thousand yuan per time."

"He'd be willing to smash himself up, would he?" The bald, fat man recalled the boy's incredulous look when he finished his first underground boxing match at his gym.

"Boss, this is underground boxing, someone's doing the smashing for us." The man in the suit smiled even more obsequiously. The more services the customers requested, the higher his commission. "A broken nose is ten thousand, a broken hand is thirty thousand, a broken leg is fifty thousand, and so on."

"Stop." The bald fat man quickly estimated in his mind that with his investment of 200, he should be able to make a profit of over 100,000 tonight based on the odds, and he should be able to squander it.

After calculating, the bald, fat man pointed at the balding man who had booked the "Big L" spinning leg kicking service and said disdainfully, "How much does his service cost?"

The man in the suit laughed as soon as he heard that, like a cat smelling fish.

He first glanced at the empty liquor bottles on the coffee table, then said disdainfully, "That's only ten thousand, the cheapest option. It's only good for fooling young girls."

This statement was rather blunt, subtly implying that the bald, overweight man was being pressured into spending money. However, this type of entertainment consumption requires that kind of keen eye. Sometimes, if you time your spur-of-the-moment decisions right, you can land an astonishingly large order.

"Little brother, I didn't see any fun activities tonight. When I get back to the dorm after work, they'll definitely laugh at me," the princess nestled in the bald, fat man's arms, pouting her red lips as she spoke sweetly.

Alcohol-fueled bald fat man was already more impulsive than usual, and now with a beauty nestled in his arms, his small head immediately took over his large head. He forcefully slapped the princess's shapely buttocks and declared:
"I'll buy it for 100,000 yuan!"

After saying that, the bald fat man looked down at the princess in his arms, his gaze roaming over her curvaceous and sexy body with undisguised greed and desire.

His lips involuntarily curled into a smile: "It's a deal, you're not allowed to go back to the dorm after get off work."

The man in the suit flipped the betting slip in his hand over and quickly wrote on the blank back: "Broken nose, broken hand, broken foot. Ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand. Boss, a total of ninety thousand, won't cost one hundred thousand."

The bald, fat man grabbed the beauty in his arms and said with great interest, "You have good taste, kid. Here's an extra ten thousand as a tip."

"Thank you, brother!" The man in the suit bowed and scraped as he left.

"Wow, thank you, big brother! Muah!" The princess hugged the bald fat man's neck tightly and gave him a big kiss.

The bald, fat man, feeling extremely pleased with himself, turned to look at his silent follower sitting on the small sofa beside him and laughed, "Little Li, I've been a bookmaker for so long that I've forgotten the joy of being a gambler."

Xiao Li was naturally his subordinate. Ever since the competition started, this young man had been nervously watching the live broadcast on TV, not even taking a sip of the fine wine in front of him.

Hearing his boss speak, Xiao Li reluctantly turned his gaze away from the television and echoed, "Boss, you're right."

After saying that, Xiao Li couldn't help but turn back to look at the TV, showing that he really didn't want to waste even half a second.

You brat, what's the point of watching a game with such a predetermined outcome?

Thinking this, the bald fat man turned the beauty in his arms over and pressed her head down.

call.
(End of this chapter)