Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 293 Permit Indicators
The arrangements for the black boxing came quickly.

In the evening of the next day, Song Shi, who was secretly guarded in the apartment, received the good news from Chen Shouzi.

"Brother Song! We've found our opponent! Let's fight today!"

Chen Shouzi knocked on the door and asked with a smile, "How was your rest?"

"I had a good sleep."

The other party replied that he could see that the young man looked much more energetic now compared to his tired and exhausted appearance yesterday.

"That's good, that's good." Chen Shouzi said, "Then shall we go there now?"

The two men went downstairs and got in the same van and drove onto the road.

"Any information about the opponent?"

"Of course there are. I definitely won't let you run into it blindly." Skinny Chen took out a data tablet from his arms and handed it over: "Take a look."

On the tablet was a photo of a shirtless muscular man.

Guo Chou, a thug of the Iron Gate Gang, was famous for his fighting skills before he got prosthetics. Seven or eight people couldn't get close to him. After his arms were replaced with prosthetics,
"Wait a minute, prosthetics." The young man frowned. "This guy has prosthetics, what should I do? Should I use a gun?"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Looking at the young man's almost completely natural body except for a data port and a few electrode patches, Skinny Chen shook his head and said, "You'll know when we get to the scene. We will definitely not let you go in unarmed."

"Oh, by the way, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to perform surgery on you and install prosthetics on the spot."

"It's understandable that there are not many implants in the wasteland due to the lack of resources, but don't think that you can get a prosthetic body just by entering our place. How much do you know about us?"

Seeing the other party shaking his head, Chen Shouzi showed an expression of understanding, and said earnestly: "Then I will be frank. You can't install a prosthesis just because you want to. You must obtain the corresponding quota license indicators to perform the implantation surgery. Otherwise, it is illegal and the monitoring network can catch you in an instant, dismantle the prosthesis, and send you to prison."

"Look."

As he spoke, Skinny Chen rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a hint of iron with a slightly smug look on his face. "The second generation of the spherical spinning machine prosthesis, 190,000 silver coupons. I can now spin five coins on my fingertips at the same time. What a terrifying flexibility! I have been with the boss for four years. Seeing how diligent I am, he personally applied for the license for me."

As they were talking, the van slowly stopped.

"Oh! Here we are!"

The prosperity of this area is obviously much stronger than that of the apartment streets. It was just dusk and there was already a bit of neon night. In the bright light of the imitation wooden hollow lamp posts, the colorful gauze hung along the street danced leisurely.

In the second half of the street, there stands a magnificent building with a plaque on it inscribed with a line of large, flamboyantly written characters.

Changmeng Club.

"Mr. Chen! Is this the new person you brought with you?"

As soon as I stepped into the door of the club, someone raised his voice. A middle-aged man in a suit opened his arms and greeted me with a smile: "Wow, such delicate skin and tender flesh?"

"Shut up your mouth!" Chen Shouzi was rude and sneered, "Get your silver coupons ready early! Otherwise, they'll push your crotch out!"

As he spoke, Skinny Chen pulled the young man inside.

When they reached the empty corridor, the former said, "That man's name is Wang Meng. His gang has always been in conflict with our Red Blood Society. Don't bother with him. A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory."

"Yes." The young man nodded calmly: "When will the fight start?"

"Don't worry, let's go and sign the contract first. Wait a minute, someone's looking for me." Skinny Chen flashed the buzzing data tablet and said, "Here, go straight to the end and turn left to the second room. Go there first and tell them my name. They know what to do."

"contract?"

"Of course we have to sign a contract! This is a formal competition! We will never do anything illegal! The monitoring network is watching!"

Chen Shouzi finished speaking in one breath and turned to the corner.

Song Shize followed his instructions and entered the room at the end of the corridor. When he saw someone coming in, the two burly men who were originally sitting stood up immediately.

"Shouzi Chen asked me to come here to sign the contract."

"Oh, you're the new recruit of Skinny Chen. Here you are." One of the burly men took out a tablet, fiddled with it for a while, and handed it over: "The interface is ready, just sign your name. Remember to add your household registration code."

Song Shi took the tablet and did not sign it directly. Instead, he carefully read through the terms of the contract.

After a few seconds, he pointed to a spot and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, 'Once the game starts, life or death doesn't matter', what does this mean? Isn't it a formal competition?"

"What do you mean? It means literally."

The sturdy man who handed over the tablet twisted his neck and said, "Once you get on the ring, life and death are your own responsibility. This is black boxing, do you think it's just a game?" "Besides, who told you that people can't die in a formal match?"

“This is different from what I said at the beginning.”

".Um?"

The sturdy man narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly changed, and he even showed a bit of a sinister smile: "I don't care about the last or the last, just sign this name for me quickly, and don't tell me that you still want to regret it now that you have come this far?"

As they were talking, another strong man came over.

However, facing the two people surrounding him, the young man frowned, showing no fear at all, and clenched his ten fingers into fists -

"Hey! What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

At this moment, the door opened and Chen Shouzi rushed in. Seeing the scene, he quickly stood between the two parties and signaled them to calm down.

"Shou Chen, you are a newcomer and you are not very sensible."

The sturdy man didn't look happy and said coldly.

"This is different from what was promised."

The young man said solemnly.

"Brother Song! It's my fault. I forgot to tell you because of my muddled brain!" Skinny Chen patted his forehead and smiled, "Black boxing does have risks. Think about it, with so many benefits, how can there be no risks at all? You are also someone who came from the wasteland, so I don't need to explain this to you."

"Death is considered a risk?"

"It sounds scary."

Chen Shouzi said seriously, "It's mainly because fists and kicks are not careful, so accidents are inevitable. If it's not written into the terms in advance, it will be an 'accident' and the organizer will have to pay a lot of money according to the relevant laws and regulations. But after it is written into the terms, if this happens again, it will be within the scope of reasonable competition, not illegal, and will not be punished."

"This is just an insurance policy. How could someone really die on the field? Besides, am I not here with you? I am the introducer and have the right to stop the game for you! Don't worry, don't worry."

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Chen Shouzi gradually restrained his smile. While the other party was thinking, he quietly glanced at the strong man, who blocked the door faintly: "Brother Song, don't give up now that you are here."

Then he heard the young man say.

"Walk."

Chen Shouzi's smile instantly reappeared: "It's great!"

So, under the guidance of Skinny Chen, the two parties walked through the magnificent and luxuriously decorated lobby, turned into a guarded elevator, and quietly descended underground.

A hot wave of air mixed with alcohol, breath and blood rushed towards me the moment I stepped out of the elevator.

Under the club is a huge underground space.

There are rows of stands on both sides, with people bustling around. There is a row of opaque boxes on the top level, and in the center of the space is a huge arena.

At this moment, on the ring, a burly man with a crew cut stood proudly. Every time he raised his hands, cheers would be heard from the stands on both sides under the dim lights reflected on the surface of his huge prosthetic limbs.

"Guo Chou!"

"Guo Chou! Just kill him and it's over!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"All in! Guo Chou will win! My mortgage depends on you!"

The Tiemen Gang boxer, a man called "Guo Chou", looked at the young man in the distance, grinned, and wiped his neck.

"If the level of prosthetics is less than 5%, you can choose three pieces of equipment." The referee's prosthetic eye lit up, scanned the young man, and nodded: "My personal suggestion is that you should at least take a weapon, such as..."

Forty-seven seconds later.

On the ring covered with dried blood of varying depths, the young man with a power arm and an alloy dagger knocked the man down cleanly after twenty-seven moves. When the latter was unwilling to admit defeat and still wanted to fight back, the young man stabbed his right palm with a knife, breaking it into pieces, causing parts to explode all over the ground.

Fifteen minutes later.

The president of the Red Blood Society climbed out of the bathtub and sent an urgent message to Chen Shouzi.

——Tonight, bring this brother Song to my house for dinner.

(End of this chapter)