Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 870 Boxing Match (Part Six)

Boxing ring.

Standing under the spotlight, Li Xia touched the white cloth wrapped around his hand and listened to the DJ's excited "YOYO" shouts from the sidelines, feeling a sense of familiarity.

The LED light reflecting the "skull" that represented the general seemed to pierce his memory, suddenly jumping from the boxing ring ten years ago to right in front of him.

Yaksha Fighting.

Li Xia recalled the name of the competition he participated in when he was young. This kind of illegal underground boxing match, which had harmed countless people, should no longer exist under the crackdown on organized crime in recent years.

Shorts Man, Doggerel, Big L, Polar Bear, and so on—those men, whether tall, thin, or strong, flashed through his mind like slides.

I remember my boss at the time commenting on his boxing like this.

"Kid, you're fighting too recklessly. You can't last long with a style of fighting like that that has no defense. We're fighting underground, but we still need to keep our lives in check."

Defense?

What is defense?

He's never learned boxing, so how would he know anything about these things?

Li Xia couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. These vicious guys, who no one dared to look directly at on the street, all obediently fell at his feet.

The images in my mind suddenly changed.

Finally, there was an emergency room filled with white, a room that had appeared countless times in his dreams. A woman was lying on a body covered with a white sheet, and her hoarse sobs pierced his ears again.

Underground boxing, telecom fraud, families torn apart and lives lost.
Li Xia habitually shook his head, trying to shake off this unpleasant memory.

But the moment he turned his head, Li Xia stopped. He remembered why he was standing here tonight, and why he was fighting tonight.

He thought he had come to northern Myanmar for his brother, but when he actually stood there on his own two legs, he was quite certain that he had come for his "fame".

Xia.

Li Xia doesn't believe in Buddhism, Taoism, or Christianity. He believes in nothing except the fists he used to fight his way up from the bottom.

But right now, he wants to trust someone, a woman.

I believe she will definitely keep her word.

Completely destroy this poisonous toad that has been sucking the blood of the Chinese people for over a decade.

Boom! ! !
A property manager in a leather jacket stood on a high platform and, amidst the frenzied screams of the audience, struck the clock with the cold barrel of an AK-47.

Li Xia mustered all his strength and charged forward, his fists raised high as if to smash his past self to pieces.

The boxing match officially began at midnight!
Office building.

Li Qin sat in his small cubicle, enjoying the rare quiet.

The office, which was crowded with piglets and guards during the day, was now empty except for Li Qin, who was lying back in his old office chair looking at the photos in his hand.

This yellowed photograph captures the late summer sunlight of the Li brothers' childhood.

The older brother, shirtless and wearing faded shorts, stood in the creek that was just above his ankles, with his three-year-old brother on his shoulders.

My little brother's two short legs wobbled around. One foot was wearing a sandal with the laces loose, while the other foot was bare, chubby like a little steamed bun.

The two brothers' eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.

"Xiaoqin, are you still working?"

The office door was pushed open, and Old Wu walked in with several thugs, smiling as he looked at this outstanding employee who had made him a lot of money.

Oh, in today's popular parlance, they should be called technical players.

In a panic, Li Qin stuffed the photo under his buttocks, then stood up and leaned against the desk, his hands pressed against his trouser seams, his head slightly bowed.

The sudden arrival of this elusive and rarely seen boss caught Li Qin off guard. He humbly greeted him, "Mr. Wu, you've arrived."

Old Wu waved his hand and said gently, "Xiao Qin, the park is closed tonight, why don't you go out and have some fun with everyone?"

"Mr. Wu, I still have a few things to finish and I can't leave them for a while. I'm afraid that if I leave work tomorrow, I'll delay my colleagues' progress."

"You should rest when you need to, and combine work and rest. This will make you more efficient and better at your work."

"Yes, Mr. Wu."

Old Wu walked over to Li Qin and gently patted Li Qin's shoulder like an elder, as if encouraging and affirming the younger generation's work. The scene was quite warm.

Suddenly, Old Wu leaned close to Li Qin's ear and whispered, "Li Qin, your brother is here." Then he took a step back and watched Li Qin's reaction.

Mr. Wu's words struck Li Qin like a thunderbolt, leaving him speechless with astonishment and surprise.

Since being trapped in northern Myanmar, he has been thinking about escaping this place all the time. He has seen too many escaped piglets being caught and brought back, which made him realize that escaping is an extremely luxurious dream.

Li Qin, who had always been polite, revealed a violent emotional fluctuation.

Old Wu saw all of this, and he was certain that this guy named Li Qin didn't know his brother was coming.

“Your brother also works for me. Come on, I’ll take you to him.” Before leaving, Old Wu casually asked, feigning indifference, “Is your brother still selling powder in China?”

Li Qin stopped abruptly and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Wu, my brother never touches these things!"

Old Wu, pretending to be an experienced person, chuckled and said, "What's the rush? Where are we? Northern Myanmar. Here, even those selling powder are more arrogant than us."

"No, no, no, Mr. Wu, that's not what I meant."

"what does that mean?"

"My brother is a smuggler!"

Seeing Li Qin's serious expression, Old Wu exclaimed "Ouch!" and lightly slapped his forehead, laughing, "Haha, look at my memory! Your brother told me he was a firefighter, didn't he? I remembered wrong, I remembered wrong."

As the elevator doors slowly closed, a cold glint flashed in Old Wu's eyes, which were crinkled into slits with laughter.

Property building.

Originally intended as a reception hall, it was temporarily renovated, but the style doesn't resemble the sporty atmosphere one would expect for a boxing match; instead, it looks more like an old-fashioned disco.

The overhead spotlights shone haphazardly, and the subwoofer rumbled rhythmically.

The people crowded around the boxing ring stared wide-eyed, twisting their bodies and roaring wildly.

"Sis, filming this doesn't seem to capture the cruelty and harm of telecom fraud, does it?" Xiao Zhao followed Zhang Yang, observing the frenzied crowd around them, and asked somewhat recklessly.

Zhang Yang silently observed the chaotic mob in the lobby and said expressionlessly, "You've forgotten your old profession after only a few days without shooting short videos? This is called attracting traffic. Without these things to boost the numbers, where will the fans come from to our live stream?"

Xiao Zhao, who calls himself the top-notch photographer at Dongzhou TV, touched his nose, both to hide his embarrassment and to admire Yang Jie's incredibly skillful operation.

What is professionalism?

This is!
Don't be fooled by the fact that Xiao Zhao hasn't seen the live stream data yet. Just look at these brave souls who dare to stick needles into themselves in public, and those beasts who roll around together in the booths. The data is definitely not going to be bad.

Where in China do you play like this?

Forget about playing around; if you even show any signs of it, Uncle Hat will catch you and put you in jail for life.

As Xiao Zhao was looking around, Ahao, who was sitting in a VIP booth and racking his brains about how to get back at them, also noticed them.

"This is truly like a pillow delivered just when you're sleepy."

Ah Hao straightened his back and adjusted his glasses.

These stubborn glasses, with half a lens broken, still stand guard.