Longmen Memoirs

"Then I won't ask any more questions." He said, stood up and walked behind the counter. He took out a stack of information from the drawer and placed it on the table. Foxhound reached for it and the other party held it down.

"Can't you just say friendship?"

"I will be your guarantor even if you don't want to be friends, brat, you think anyone can get into the boxing ring."

Foxhound took out a stack of blue gantry coins from his bag and placed it on the counter. The other party let go of his hand.

"Let's go."

He waved his hand, pulled Chen Mo and walked outside.

After getting in the car, Foxhound threw the information in his hand into Chen Mo's hand.

"That old thing is still the same as before." Foxhound muttered angrily: "Let's take a look."

Chen Mo opened it and took a look. It was information about several players he was familiar with in the boxing ring recently, including their strengths, habits and possible weaknesses.

He looked at it twice and closed the notebook.

"That was just now?"

"My former boss." Foxhound started the car: "I worked in this store before I joined the Guard Bureau. I had a good temper, but I was stingy."

"From what I heard about your conversation, it doesn't seem like he knows you are now a member of the Guards Bureau."

"After all, we haven't contacted each other for a long time."

He didn't have many friends in Longmen, and of course no one cared about his whereabouts.

"Trust it?"

"There's nothing you can't believe. He just guarantees you to step into the ring. As for what happens after that, it has nothing to do with him." Foxhound replied indifferently.

"You haven't told me what happened in the boxing ring yet." Chen Mo asked.

"Actually, it's very simple. Just don't kill anyone. There are no rules."

"Aren't you going to live or die as soon as you get on the ring?" Chen Mo was a little curious.

"That's what's in movies and storybooks, right?" Foxhound said with a smile, "Otherwise you really want to go up and beat people to death. Come on, beating people to death every day will be very troublesome to deal with."

But it's just a bit troublesome.

"If you win a game, you will earn 10,000, and if you lose, you will get [-]. You can compete continuously, and it will be doubled every time you play in the future. If you can play five games, it will be easy to earn more than [-] in one night."

"It's coming very fast."

"Yes." Foxhound turned to look at Chen Mo: "Although it is not fatal, there are many people who died accidentally in the boxing ring, and even more people were crippled, so you better not rely on this. Made money.”

"Where do we go next?"

"Let's prepare an outfit for you." Foxhound thought for a while and said, "Maybe from tonight on, you will also become a [big shot] in Xiacheng District, Chen."

There was a lot of teasing in his words.

So from then on, they were hunted down together, and they went to hunt down others together. That time always passed in such a hurry, and they came to their senses in a hurry.

Only then did I realize that so much time had passed.

Chapter 8 Miss Lin

Just before six o'clock, the Foxhounds got their tickets.

"Do you understand what I told you?"

At night, in a noodle shop in the lower ring of Longmen, Foxhound was sitting opposite Chen Mo. There were empty bowls on the table that hadn't been cleared away yet. He held a cigarette between his fingertips. There was Swire Department Store Building in the shopping bag on the seat next to him. Bought a suit.

"I probably understand."

"Which one are you going to choose?"

There are no rules in the underground boxing ring. There are two types of boxing rings, free fighting and fighting. There is no exact number of points for both sides to win or lose until the opponent falls or gives up.

"Newcomers usually choose the first option, but you know, we're not here for boxing, so the more famous your name is, the better. It's best if you can make a big upset, otherwise it won't make much sense, and we don't have time for you. Climb up the gang little by little. If you miss this opportunity and want to join again, it won’t be that easy.”

"Are you so sure that I can beat him?" Chen Mo pressed his fingers on the notebook that Foxhound had found. He had probably finished browsing the contents on it.

It doesn't have much practical effect, Chen Mo thought so, especially after Foxhound said these words.

"Otherwise, why would I go out of my way to help you get your opponent's information?" Foxhound replied, "Looking at how you look now, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Let's fight with soldiers." Chen Mo said. He already knew most of the opponents in the information: "Boxing is too slow, and most of them are people with little reputation. Fight with soldiers faster and deal with all those people."

The cruelty of fighting is much heavier than that of fighting. After all, swords have no eyes, but in comparison, the odds and attention of fighting are better than that of boxing.

"You don't have a bad tone." Foxhound said teasingly, shaking off the cigarette ashes: "Then attack with force."【#}

They leave the noodle shop.

The boxing ring is located in a building in the lower ring, at the border of the lower city and the upper city. It looks like a bar from the outside, and the underground of the building has been transformed into a boxing ring.

The car is parked on the side of the road.

Before getting out of the car, Foxhound glanced up at the two long knives placed on the back seat.

"Which one to use?"

"Take them all."

Chen Mo held the two long knives that had been knocked into the box in his hands. He closed the car door and followed the foxhound into the alley.

There is an old-fashioned iron gate at the end of the alley, which opens to both sides. Standing at the door are two thugs dressed in black, holding cigarettes in their mouths and daggers in their waists.

Seeing the arrival of the two men, he threw away the cigarette in his hand, reached out to hold the handle of the knife at his waist, and walked towards them.

"who?!"

"Don't be nervous." Foxhound raised his hand, holding two tickets between his fingers. One red and one black were painted with He Shengchang's logo. The red represents the audience and the black represents the boxers: "We are here from the lame He Jianshao. I Friends are today’s boxers.”

"According to the rules, we need to check." The other party said vigilantly.

"No problem."

One person stepped forward and took out the ticket from Foxhound's hand. After checking it carefully for two seconds, he nodded to the person behind him and returned the ticket to Foxhound.

"Forgive me."

"Understood." Foxhound smiled and put away the ticket: "Can we go in now?"

"Please come in, the first boxing match has begun. This gentleman..." He glanced at the long box in Chen Mo's hand.

"Soldier attack," Foxhound said, stepping past the two men.

After walking into the iron gate, there was a downward staircase. After two floors, noisy sounds gradually reached my ears. The entire underground parking lot was transformed and there were street-like spectator stands on both sides, surrounding the central boxing ring.

The cheers and howls of the audience filled their ears. They held up the tickets in their hands and waved them vigorously, drowning in the fists and fists on the field.

Chen Mo and Foxhound were separated. As a boxer, he was taken to the waiting room. The fighting started after that, but there were more than just boxers in the waiting room.

Most of them are newcomers, but there are also veterans. Two figures are clearly waiting outside the boxing ring. The hanging digital screen displays the current odds. Chen Mo's name is at the bottom, and the odds look extremely bleak.

When he was in Colombia, Chen Mo heard about Casimir’s Knight Arena. Colombia was also keen on this kind of arena competition. They advocated freedom and fighting. Casimir’s Arena was very popular in Colombia and even became a Boom, there are many operators in Black Steel who are loyal spectators of boxing matches, but Chen Mo is not included.

Occasionally, I heard people talking about competitive events on the intranet, a certain player, or the name of a certain arena. The TV hanging in the internal cafeteria often broadcasts similar events.

Casimir's knightly competitions are usually accompanied by a special nickname for the winner. Over the decades, with the influx of capital, this industry has taken root in Casimir and become more commercialized, bringing in huge capital and interests. .

Chen Mo watched the fight in the boxing ring and the madness of the audience.

Obviously, this place is much crazier than those regular events.

He can understand the reason why this industry is so prosperous. No matter where they are, there are factors of violence and desire for destruction hidden in people's bodies. They inherently advocate destruction, and when they have the ability to execute it, of course they are better than anyone else. Be passionate.

Excitement is human nature, and there is a beast imprisoned by the world buried deep in the human heart.

The foxhound was lying beside the fence on the audience stage. When Chen Mo looked over, he gave Chen Mo a thumbs up.

Chen Mo had no doubt that he had just gone to place a bet, because the stack of tickets he waved in his hand was so conspicuous.

He melted into the sound of revelry.

This damn foxhound might be making money.

If you ignore the loser who was dragged off the ring covered in blood, no one will care about where that guy will be thrown.

The winner on the stage raised his hands and cheered, with bulging veins on his neck and wet blood on the field. The cheers were so fierce that they seemed to assimilate everyone.

[Then comes the most exciting part, the soldier attack!Now let us invite the player with the highest betting amount tonight, he is...]

The host's voice shouted from the ring, and he paused deliberately for a moment.

The roar of the audience followed.

"He Jiu!"

"He Jiu!"

"He Jiu!"

"..."

They chanted the same name.

The host's voice suddenly sounded: [He Jiu! ! !Tonight he will pass the level and challenge all the boxers by himself! 】

The host's words were like igniting a powerful explosive, causing everyone to boil.

A tall and muscular man slowly appeared from the opposite ring entrance as he shouted his name. The tall figure was shrouded in the spotlight, with staggered scars on his exposed upper body. He was dragging a wide and heavy ax in his hand. The heavy ax rubbed a conspicuous mark on the concrete floor of the arena.

According to Foxhound's information, He Jiu was said to have been a captain at the Yanguo Guards, but later committed an offense and fled to Longmen.

The best result for any opponent he encounters is to be disabled. The best way to deal with him is to fight flexibly and avoid being hit by the heavy ax. Using that ax will definitely consume a lot of physical energy, but unfortunately, the above One man who attempted this had his legs broken by a heavy axe.

The arena is limited, and there are no obstacles to block it. Sooner or later, you will be forced into a corner.

There are six players in Bingqi, including Chen Mo, five men and one woman. Now all six of them have stepped onto the ring. Except for Chen Mo, they are all well-known players in the boxing ring. After all, even newcomers will not come. This is a hugely risky project.

The six people walked onto the ring, and the iron door behind them slowly closed.

The tall opponent on the opposite side was dragging a heavy axe, and his eyes swept in front of the six people one by one.

"The six of us will go together, there's a chance." Someone said.

They looked at each other and rushed forward together.

Chen Mo made no move.

He still remembered the fox's words. Nothing could be more appropriate than now. The long box containing Chixiao and the heavy sword was placed on the ground with one hand.

Five people surrounded him, and some of them looked back at Chen Mo, seeming to wonder why he didn't come up, maybe because they thought he was scared.

"He is a newcomer after all."

They were clever and surrounded them from four directions, but soon their cleverness was of no avail.

They probably didn't expect that the opponent would let go of the weapon, and could hold their neck with one hand and hold the person up to block the attacks of others. They only hesitated for a moment, but a moment was enough for the opponent to throw the person as a weapon.

This is a military attack, but no one stipulates that weapons must be used.

Chen Mo watched quietly as the last person was knocked away by the heavy axe. The weapon in his hand could not block the heavy axe. His body hit the cement wall at the edge of the ring. He coughed out a large amount of blood and then slowly fell down.

They are all still alive, but life afterward will probably be difficult.

The host shouted again.

[He Jiu resolved the siege of five people. It seems that he will soon complete tonight's clearance feat. Let us shout his name, He Jiu!He Jiu! 】

The whole audience was shouting He Jiu's name.

"He Jiu! Go ahead and kill him!".

"Kill him!"

"Damn it!"

"..."

The shouts seemed to drown Chen Mo, and he seemed helpless.

It seems to have been regarded as a loser.

He Jiu turned his attention to Chen Mo again.

He grinned and dragged the heavy ax in front of him.