Mystery: I Married the Queen of Mystery.

Chapter 33: Underground Fighting Arena

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard Odysseus's question, then he smiled and said, "As long as you don't call the police, you won't break the law.

"If I win 5 pounds in a game and lose 3 pounds, how's that? Isn't that a lot of money?"

Only then did Odysseus understand that they were going to fight underground boxing, or to put it more nicely, fight without rules.

It does sound very lucrative. Most of Backlund's middle class earn between 3 and 8 pounds a week. To be precise, if it's over 6 pounds, they are already considered relatively wealthy middle class.

But many times, the injuries sustained in a game cannot be healed in a week.

Then Odysseus was thinking about another thing: I am worried that there are no opportunities for actual combat, but I can go to the underground fighting arena and hone my fighting skills through actual combat without rules.

Seeing that Odysseus was silent, the middle-aged man thought that he was dissatisfied with the reward: "How about winning 6 pounds and losing 4 pounds?"

He smiled and said, "I can't give you any more. After all, you've never played a game, and I don't know what your level is. This is already the highest price I can give you."

Odysseus came to his senses and asked, "If I can win two games in a row, how much money can I make from the second game?"

"Young man, you are very confident." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The second round is 12 pounds!
"But I have to remind you that the people who fight in the fighting arena are all very good."

Odysseus, however, continued, "So, if I win three games in a row, I can earn 24 pounds just from the third game?"

That way, I could earn a total of £48 from the three games! That's a huge profit!

He grinned and said: Why didn’t I think of this way to make money before?

The middle-aged man saw that Odysseus's smile was becoming a little creepy. He cleared his throat and said, "If you win three games in a row, you can get 50 pounds for the third game. However, few people can win three games in a row, so don't think so."

Odysseus seemed not to have heard the middle-aged man's words: "That would make a total of 74 pounds! Not bad!"

"You..." The middle-aged man was a little helpless: "Forget it, think whatever you want."

Odysseus said, "I'll go with you. I want to play in the game."

He felt like he couldn't wait any longer!

"Okay." The middle-aged man put his fingers in his mouth and blew a loud whistle. Soon a small carriage drove over.

After getting on the carriage, the middle-aged man introduced himself. His name was Gers, and he was the manager of an underground fighting arena. Every day he would look for new people in places like fighting clubs.

Odysseus nodded, and it could be considered that people who fight underground boxing "consume" more energy faster.

The carriage went all the way to the south of the bridge. In a not very spacious alley, there was a shabby bar.

As Gers brought Odysseus in, a customer immediately greeted him: "Gers, are you back with another chick?"

"This is no fledgling," Gers said seriously, "This gentleman is a senior member of the Backlund Fighting Club!"

This explanation instead caused laughter. A red-nosed drinker chuckled and said, "Last time, you praised that big guy to the skies, but he only played for a minute and his nose was broken."

"Hahaha~"

The laughter grew louder.

Gers waved his hand irritably, "Gentlemen, get ready to place your bets!"

As he spoke, he brought Odysseus to the bar. The bartender immediately opened the bar partition and then knocked on the door behind.

The door opened from the inside, revealing a staircase leading down, with a guard inside.

"Come on, little bird, try to hold on for a minute!" "Hahaha~"

The cheers and laughter from the back seemed to be about to blow the roof off.

After the door closed, Odysseus stopped on the stairs and asked, "Can I place a bet?"

Gers was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course!"

Odysseus took out his wallet from his pocket and said, "Let me see. I still have 66 pounds 12 soli and 5 pence. I'll buy all of them and I can win three games in a row!"

Gers looked at the stack of money in a daze: "You...you are very rich."

Odysseus was also slightly stunned. He examined his clothes and asked: "Do I look poor?"

"You... I noticed that you didn't wear a tuxedo or formal dress like a gentleman, and you always took a public carriage, so..."

That's why Gers went up to ask. If he knew that this guy could take out more than 60 pounds in one go, he would never ask. If he was so rich, he would only participate in an unregulated fight if he was sick.

Odysseus said helplessly: "It's very uncomfortable to wear a formal dress."

"But that's what all gentlemen wear."

Odysseus spread his hands and said, "I have never wanted to be a shitty gentleman."

He didn't continue the topic, but handed the money to Gers: "Remember to give me the bill."

"Okay, okay." Gers quickly put the money away. Of course he would not refuse a business that came to his door. At the same time, he planned to spend 1 pound to bet that Odysseus would win the first game. If he won, the odds would definitely be very high. If he lost, he would only lose 1 pound.

Going down the stairs is a large underground space, two or three times larger than the bar above, and there are two other entrances. The only drawback is that the air is not very good.

There was a large wooden circular fence in the center of the venue, and some dried bloodstains could be seen on the fence and on the ground inside.

This is also the bar's warehouse, filled with wooden barrels and two simple but sturdy wine racks.

The place for betting was a small, shabby desk. Behind the desk sat a burly man in his thirties with a ferocious face and teeth yellowed by cigarettes.

Hearing the conversation between Gers and the other party, Odysseus knew that this was Simon, the owner of this underground fighting arena.

After learning that Odysseus had bet more than 60 pounds on him, Simon looked at the thin young man in front of him with a somewhat ferocious look and said, "You have guts."

Odysseus smiled slightly and asked the manager Gers: "Please prepare a dinner for me. Well, it's better not to be too greasy."

Gers first looked at Simon for instructions before nodding: "Okay."

Simon reminded with a malicious smile: "It's better to eat less, otherwise if you get beaten and vomit, it will be very uncomfortable!"

The thugs behind him laughed unrestrainedly.

"Thanks for the reminder." Odysseus didn't say much, found a stool and sat down. Ten minutes later, Gers brought him dinner.

Pork stewed with green peas, a large piece of bread, and a cup of cheap tea.

The taste was average, but Odysseus was not picky about food. He ate all the food while watching the gamblers who came here to place bets one after another.

By around eight o'clock in the evening, more than two hundred gamblers had gathered here and the first game was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)