Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 876 Human Life and Money

In the boxing ring.

Li Xia, panting heavily, knelt on one knee on the stage.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was covered in blood: "Ptooey."

He spat out a bloody mess, his eyes fixed on the Southeast Asian man standing opposite him, not caring how many teeth he had spat out.

After clenching my fist a few times, I realized that my left hand, with its broken middle finger, could no longer muster any strength. With a fist like that, it would only tickle my opponent.

If it weren't for this guy, who had won countless consecutive games, being so smug and walking around with his hands raised, Li Xia really wouldn't have had a chance to catch his breath.

Or perhaps the opponent is deliberately dragging it out to the fifth round, because in this final round there is no time limit, and the game continues until the winner is decided – a very brutal rule.

"Round 5!"

"Round 5!"

"Round 5!"

The simultaneous roars of thousands of throats crashed into the boxing ring like massive sound waves, and the entire hall seemed to resonate.

These people, who have been ruthlessly exploited by the park, need a cathartic killing to vent their discontent and anger.

bang.

The fourth round ends.

"Bang, bang, quiet."

The DJ slapped the microphone and shouted loudly, but the audience ignored him completely. They continued to make noise and commotion, and some of the drunk and drug-addicted guys even threw beer cans at the DJ booth.

In the past, a winning boxer was killed by people who lost bets by smashing beer bottles on him. Since then, cans have replaced glass bottles.

"Quiet down, everyone! Boss Hu has something to say!"

The DJ, microphone in hand, deftly dodged several overflowing beer cans, wondering if he should ask his relative at the convenience store to raise the prices in the park again; these guys are quite willing to waste money, aren't they?

"Boss Tiger! You have something to say!"

Tiger Boss, or rather, the terrifying power of the man-eating tiger, is truly awe-inspiring.

The entire room fell silent. Everyone looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, where a figure stood, though no one could make out his face.

The figure slowly raised his right hand, extended his right arm horizontally in front of him, made a fist and gave a thumbs up, then slowly turned his fist 180 degrees.

Thumbs down!

The DJ suddenly let out a scream, his mouth agape as if it were about to burst open.

The next second, the entire stadium erupted in cheers more ferocious than ever before—they knew that this humiliating gesture represented death.

The match can only end when one of the two boxers dies.

Immediately afterwards, some guards carrying cloth bags scattered handfuls of green banknotes down from the suspended passageway on the second floor.

As banknotes fell like snowflakes onto the audience area, more than a thousand pairs of eyes lit up at the same time.

The moment the first banknote grazed the forehead of the hostess, the beauty who had spent the night nestled in a man's arms and acted coquettishly went mad.

"It's US dollars! 100 US dollars!"

Someone shouted something, and the whole place went into chaos and everyone went crazy.

Second floor, private room.

"Little Tiger, the game isn't over yet, why are you throwing money around? Look at the mess down there."

General Angsor frowned slightly, shaking the nearly empty crystal glass in his hand, and said unhappily, "If an accident happens and someone dies, who will pay for it?"

Old Wu got up to pour wine for the general, and said with a smile, "General, our Boss Hu has made a lot of money this year, do you still care about such a small amount? It's nothing." As they chatted, they converted human lives into money. Whether a person lives or dies is not important, what matters most is losing money.

Is human life valuable? Yes, it is. A man's life is worth 100,000 yuan, and a woman's is worth 300,000 yuan. For ordinary people struggling at the bottom of society, this is an astronomical price.

Is human life worthless? No, it is. For the powerful and wealthy who control the distribution of social resources, human life is just a number, less valuable than the wine they drink.

"Okay! It's on me!"

Xiao Hu didn't care at all about the pit others dug, and even thought it was too shallow.

He walked to the window, and after the money had been scattered enough and the scene had calmed down a bit, he raised his right hand and waved it at the DJ.

The DJ's excited voice rang out again, and the spotlight suddenly shone back onto the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, onto the spot where the man was standing.

"Boss Tiger! Boss Tiger has something to say!"

Xiao Hu raised his right hand high, then slowly, slowly shook it. The reflected light from his hand was clearly visible, so bright it could drive anyone mad.

The expensive watch, worth over a million, was then left behind.

A fiery arc was drawn in the light, and where it landed, the crowd instantly piled up into a small hill, with the tearing and fighting not stopping until someone managed to grab it.

The man, who had just taken a big hit, punched the first woman who had grabbed the watch on the head, then followed up with a second and a third punch, yelling as he did so, until the woman let go.

Seeing this, the shorter man following behind did the same, jumping directly behind the man, biting his ear, and then violently shaking his head.

puff.

Blood spurted into the air.

The watch fell to the ground, and even more people rushed towards it like madmen.

The wine cabinet in the second-floor office was opened, revealing a whole row of Old Rip Van Winkle bottles in the center.

General Angsor, with a cigar in his mouth, took another bottle from the cabinet and tossed it to Old Wu. Then he walked over to Little Tiger and looked down at the riotous area with great interest.

There were already four or five people lying there, one of whom, a woman, seemed to have had her back broken, twitching like a fish thrown into the water in the gaps between the crowd.

"Look over there, Old Wu." After a moment, the general pointed at the woman with the finger holding the cigar, the large jade thumb ring gleaming under the light. "The fifth one, right? Heh, still a young one."

Old Wu handed over the wine glass with both hands and echoed, "General, this is the fifth one. It's about to exceed two million RMB."

The general took the wine glass, took a sip, and joked, "Little Tiger, if you don't have enough money, you can borrow from me. As for the interest, considering how long we've been working together, I'll give you a discount."

Xiao Hu turned back to his seat and said lazily, "General, I don't need to pay for this. The three million that President Wu gave me is more than enough."

Xiao Hu and Lao Wu, as the bosses behind the two boxers, made a betting agreement with a stake of three million.

The boxing match was still undecided, and Old Wu was too lazy to argue with this hot-tempered young man. He simply stood silently beside the general.

The bosses on the sofa suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, I won! I told you, if Boss Tiger makes a move, at least three people will definitely die." One of them laughed loudly.

"It's boring, I keep losing. I need to find a virgin tonight to change my luck," one person said with a frown and disappointment.

"With your bad luck, even finding you ten wouldn't help! In a few days, I'll find you a pregnant woman; only then will this thing truly change your luck," one person said with a sly grin.

"A lucky charm? I've tried it. It takes so much effort to get a woman to miscarry in bed with that. Besides, you know how valuable women are here. If you accidentally kill one, you'll lose a fortune." One person waved his hands repeatedly.

"Are you stupid? Why do you have to cause a miscarriage in bed? I asked a master, and he said that as long as you take the woman to the hospital the next day for an induced abortion, it will still be considered a successful change of fortune!" one person said confidently.

"Really?"

"You really went to your grandma's house, really."

Inside the private room, the atmosphere was heated, with lives at stake; downstairs, people were fighting tooth and nail, all for the money they couldn't take with them when they died.