Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 819 The Villain Dies from Talking Too Much

Big L.

The man from the Yunnan border region wore black shorts and was tanned from head to toe. He looked even thinner than Li Xia, but upon closer inspection, his bare-chested, well-muscled physique was clearly the result of real fighting.

Under the spotlight, he had a hooked nose, thin lips, narrow eyes, and sunken cheeks. His face was devoid of any excess fat. He liked to sneer, revealing a row of clean white teeth that contrasted sharply with his dark skin.

He has a long scar on his left cheek that runs from his forehead to his chin. When he smiles, the scar pulls on his face like a writhing centipede, making him look ferocious. It is said that one's appearance reflects one's heart, and this is exactly the kind of person he is.

"Roar!"

Big L shouted loudly in a demonstrative manner to the surroundings.

Around the boxing ring stood groups of two or three staff members wearing Yaksha masks, but it was clear that Big L was not showing them any force.

The four live-streaming cameras positioned in four directions are what Da L is really concerned about.

In the early days of underground boxing, an event with a hundred or so spectators was considered a top-tier event in the local area. Both the organizers and the participants were prominent figures in the community.

However, with the advent of the internet, underground boxing, an activity with a decades-long tradition, has, like other industries, truly benefited from the era's dividends.

There are still two boxers, but through a thin internet cable, behind a screen, are thousands of viewers from all over the world.

They witnessed every bloody showdown, placing bets, cheering, and cursing. When their emotions reached their peak, countless expensive gifts were spammed in the live stream as if they were free.

Originally, the Water Head Gang only cared about the gambling, calculating the odds, and then just taking a cut behind the scenes. They'd done 10%, 20%, even 30% cuts—it was a business where you could make money even with your eyes closed.

Then, with the internet economy as a link, the brutal fighting style attracted more and more fans to watch, accumulating thousands of people in a short period of time. The revenue from paid viewing of each match was comparable to that of offline casinos.

And the cost is very low, just four cameras.

Of course, the cost can also be very high, which is the person who loses the fight.

Viewers pay for more than just watching for wins and losses. If they have that time to spare, why not just tune in to the sports channel? Major national and even international sporting events are all free there.

What they want must be a more exciting and cruel experience.

"Stand up! I know you can still stand up!" After swaggering around, Big L stood in front of Li Xia again, raising his chin provocatively.

The stench of blood on the concrete floor was already quite strong. Under the light of the lamp, Li Xia was seen kneeling on one knee, his right fist braced against the concrete, the bandage wrapped around his fist stained red.

His left hand hung limply at his side.

"I heard you participated in the competition to save money for your sick mother? You filial son, let me ask you, have you saved enough?" Big L leaned down and teased with a grin.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!" Li Xia lowered his head and gasped for breath.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Big L lowered her head a little further and said with feigned regret, "Without money, then Mom's life is over."

"Huff, huff, huff," Li Xia mumbled, still looking down. "Talking so much, are you boxing or on a variety show?"

Big L glanced at the fluorescent board held high in the far corner, which had three words written on it: severed hand, severed foot, and severed nose.

The words "severed foot" and "severed hand" were crossed out with several strokes.

Only the broken nose remained.

Big L stood up and uttered a trash talk that had never failed him since he started working: "Tsk tsk, if I had known I would have given birth to such a coward like you, I wouldn't have been willing to marry your mother. Haha!"

coo.

Li Xia made a strange sound in his throat, slightly raised his head, his face covered in blood, only his eyes radiating a cold gaze. Big L took a step back, knowing it was done.

In the live stream, fans also started a new round of celebration.

"Damn it, why does Big L never change his swear words? I'm getting sick of hearing him say the same thing every day!"

"What kind of intelligence and emotional intelligence do you expect from someone who fights in underground boxing matches? It's already good enough if he can speak coherently."

"You idiot, new here, huh? Let me tell you, this line is the most effective! If you say it to the other person, anyone will explode!"

"Haha, look, he's standing up! Hold your breath, the show is about to begin!"

"Brothers, hurry up and make twenty carnivals. Tonight we must be on the guillotine!"

"guillotine!"

"guillotine!"

"guillotine!"

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The fireworks display and gift comments flooded the live stream almost simultaneously, driving fans into a frenzy. No one could believe that Li Xia, who had lost both his arms and legs, could stand up again.

For those who are engrossed in the virtual world, a man who stubbornly fights against adversity is a complete provocation and irony, and must be defeated.

After the initial chaos, the comments section unexpectedly became unified, and the audience's emotions were once again ignited by Da L's impromptu performance.

In a room with thousands of people, the words "guillotine" flooded the comments section like a waterfall, their cruelty and ruthlessness evident in every word.

A few words of regret and doubt were abruptly inserted, but before anyone could see them clearly, they were instantly replaced by the neatly arranged "guillotine" behind them and disappeared without a trace.

“Villains die from talking too much.” Li Xia turned to one side with difficulty, slowly shifting his weight to his right side, so that his healthy right hand began to bear most of the support. “Hehe, you, while you’re still sober, hurry up and say whatever you’re thinking.”

With his muscles tense and beads of sweat mixed with blood sliding down his trembling forehead, veins bulging on his forehead, Li Xia used all his strength to arch his upper body upward little by little.

Slowly, he stood up, raised his right fist, and assumed a fighting stance.

Big L nodded and delivered the first high kick of the match. In his mind, this would be a perfect finishing move, so he naturally struck a pose, giving fans time to take a screenshot.

The outcome of a match can be decided in just a few minutes, but a cool picture can potentially bring him continuous revenue and new followers over the next few days.

What's most important in the internet age? Traffic!
When it comes to mastering short videos, he's arguably the most knowledgeable person about them among those who fight in underground boxing.

At first, Da L was a little uncomfortable, even somewhat embarrassed. After all, one moment he was fighting tooth and nail with someone, and the next he had to "click" several times to achieve a better shooting effect and cooperate with the other party for a win-win situation.

However, with the visible increase in his fan base and his ever-growing bank account balance, Big L eventually got used to acting and took pride in it. The acting was fake, but the money flowing into his pocket was real.

The high kick, practiced thousands of times, became slightly sluggish due to the involvement of money, resulting in a slightly inaccurate strike to the target's head. The tactile sensation of the reaction force was also slightly uncomfortable.

However, it was enough to deal with a half-crippled person. Big L stopped his high sweeping leg with confidence and struck a cool pose.

Li Xia raised his hand to block, and a force of gravity shot straight to his head, along with his right arm. In a daze, he felt a tightness in his throat, as if something was surging up from his abdomen.

At this moment, Li Xia no longer had the strength to suppress the blood. He opened his mouth and, with a "poof," spat out a large string of blood directly in front of him.

A considerable amount of blood hit Big L's face squarely, as he was striking a cool pose.

(End of this chapter)