Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 865 Boxing Match (Part 1)

"Violence and lust."

Zhang Yang calmly uttered unusual words: "I need these two pieces of material, the more exaggerated the better, the more extreme the better."

"Haven't we filmed enough these past few days? We've taken you to the water room, the fighting room, and the dead room, and you still haven't filmed anything? I told you, you only have that small camera."

"It was filmed."

"Why go back if you've already taken the picture?"

"The video wasn't exciting enough, so I'm going to go live. That's my second point. A simple video can't capture the public's attention in a short time. Only an interactive live stream, which is also the most fashionable and trendy live stream right now, can achieve this goal."

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Xiao Zhao, who was pouring boiling water into a plastic bucket of instant noodles, froze, his whole body going numb, after hearing Zhang Yang's plan.

Live-streaming inside the park—if they get caught, they're practically asking for trouble. But then again, the recordings they're doing now are almost suicidal too.

The only difference might be how they would be killed if they were caught.

"Ouch, I'll go!"

While the dazed Xiao Zhao was screaming incoherently from the scalding water, the matter was settled.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

After a long silence, Li Xia nodded and agreed. He had brought Zhang Yang into the park for this very purpose, and now that the time had come, how could he possibly give up?

Li Xia glanced at Xiao Zhao sitting next to him and said, "Tomorrow night I'll take you to a KTV, a casino, and the death room in the back. Then, regardless of whether you've accomplished your goal or not, we'll all have to leave."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao, who was happily eating instant noodles, suddenly looked up. He was about to explain to Li Xia the limitations of the blue-green identity tag he was wearing, which required him to stay in a designated room and prevented him from leaving as easily as they could.

As a result, Li Xia grabbed the cup, gulped down the cola, wiped his mouth, and turned to leave.

"Sister Yangyang, with my identity, it seems like I can't go anywhere."

"It's alright, Li Xia will take care of it."

"Oh, that's good."

Xiao Zhao continued eating with his head down, relieved. Suddenly, he remembered that he had rushed up to the seventh floor to find Zhang Yang, and of course, it wasn't just for a bowl of instant noodles.

"Sister Yang! Brother Xia is fighting in a boxing match tonight! An underground boxing match!" Xiao Zhao panicked, her words starting to stammer. "Although Brother Xia has fought in underground boxing before, it's been so many years, and I heard his opponent tonight will be a Muay Thai fighter."

"Sister Yang, could you persuade Brother Xia to stop participating? By the way, Sister Yang, guess who I ran into downstairs? Although it's not confirmed yet, I think he's 99% Brother Xia's brother! Li Qin!"

Xiao Zhao is clearly not mature enough and doesn't understand who or what is responsible for allowing them to work in the park relatively freely, safely, and with dignity.

"understood."

"knew?"

Having worked in the industry for so many years, reporter Zhang certainly knows why.

How could this fight possibly stop?

Whoosh—Bang!
Fireworks lit up outside the window, crackling and popping as they rose into the sky.

In the park, whenever someone closes a big deal, the property management will set off fireworks at night to celebrate. The fireworks are expensive, but the meaning they represent is even more valuable. One firework represents one million, and a successful telecom fraud brings in one million.

The more vibrant the blossoms here, the more desolate a certain place in the country becomes.

Under the dark night sky, fireworks reflected their dazzling brilliance in Zhang Yang's eyes, and she slowly closed them.

night.

Lobby on the first floor of the property management office building.

The park's property management will hold a boxing match at the end of each quarter, targeting managers from various companies and some outstanding "piglets" wearing blue and green badges.

The purpose is to make money, because where there are boxing matches, there is gambling.

"I'm betting 10,000, on Anji!" "Me too! You ask how much I'm betting? Haha, I'm swiping it all!"

"Bro, I'm in! What? No money in your card? Are you blind?! Look again! I just borrowed 50,000 yuan from the company!"

As soon as the organizers in the park opened for business, a group of people rushed up like madmen, waving their identification cards haphazardly.

One beep, then two beeps.

The so-called "commission" earned by sitting in front of the computer from morning till night, typing away on the keyboard, may suddenly disappear without a trace.

The guards, who did the lowest-level jobs, crowded at the front with the same fervor; at this moment, they were no different from those gambling pigs.

This group of people were blinded by their losses at the casino and were trying to win back their money in the boxing match.

After the gamblers had noisily registered their betting slips, the people who came later lined up in a scattered queue, placing their bets amidst laughter and conversation.

This group of people may have some intention to win money, but not to a deep degree, just like those people in China who gamble on football during the World Cup, treating it as just an entertainment activity to liven up the atmosphere at a friend's gathering.

Those who secured good vantage points early on, carrying snacks and drinks bought from the convenience store, enjoyed this entertainment that didn't cost much.

The management of several online betting companies naturally couldn't squeeze in with these people; they had their own VIP area, furnished with long sofas and coffee tables piled high with beer.

Each booth has a dedicated young man who keeps track of their expenses.

"Ah Hao, who are you betting on?" The bald, burly man who managed Xiao Zhao's floor rubbed his shiny head, comfortably reclining on the sofa, smoking a freshly cut cigar with his left hand, and with his right arm around a girl who had just joined the KTV in the park, his fingers moving with remarkable agility.

"I didn't put any money in the deposit."

"No bet? Ha, with such an opportunity, aren't you going to take a gamble?"

Ah Hao understood what the bald man meant; the news of him being beaten up by Li Xia at the restaurant at noon had already spread among the company's management.

He lowered his head and slowly wiped his glasses. There were no opticians nearby, and it wasn't the weekend yet, so he had to continue using these glasses with half a cracked lens.

"Does it make sense?"

"Why is it meaningless?"

"Then tell me, what's the point?"

"That's right... that's right, Angji won, so he got revenge for you, didn't he?"

Just then, a waiter walked in carrying a silver plate and placed it on the coffee table in front of the bald, burly man with practiced ease.

The bald man's eyes lit up. He flung the woman in his arms away, lunged at the coffee table, knelt on the ground, and held her hands as if she were holding an extremely precious treasure, his expression ferocious.

Hang the cards horizontally and vertically in your left hand, and suck them up from left to right with your right hand.

When you've finished inhaling, flick your head towards the ceiling.

Wow, these lights are fucking magical!
"Heh, Zorozon, do you think being beaten down by Angji is enough?"

Upon hearing his nickname, the bald, burly man froze, his eyes glazed over, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

Then, with a flick of his head, he pounced on the new customer sitting behind him in front of everyone without a second thought and started tearing at it.

"what!"

Although the young woman had received training, she couldn't withstand the gaze of so many people. After all, she was a new product, her soul still inside her body.

Unlike the woman on the sofa next door, who had already started pushing the syringe, the three of them were already working together very skillfully.

It's also very empty.

Ah Hao put down the eyeglass cloth and gently put on his glasses. The cracked lens cast a spiderweb-like shadow on his right eye.

Although his right eye, behind the crack, was blurry, the flames inside, coated with deadly poison, burned dimly.

"Zorozon, aren't you tempted by Li Xia's beautiful wife?"