Chapter 1005 — Underground Boxing Ring, Part One
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Heh..." Wei Zhao chuckled. "So are you two going to sing or not? If not, we're going home to sleep!"
"Sing! Of course we're going to sing!" Hearing this, Shen Yushu jumped to her feet, then shot Feng Xiaoxiao a glance. "And now it's time for the Singing Shu performance..."
Beneath the night sky, Songshan City shimmered with neon and blazed with lights. Cars filled the lots outside every entertainment venue along the streets, and crowds surged to and fro in a clamor of prosperity. Yet amid this flourishing, joyous nightscape, there was one place steeped in blood and darkness!
"That's the way! Beat him to death! Purple Wolf for the win, go Purple Wolf!"
"Left hook, right hook, kick him in the head! Kill Purple Wolf! Black Bear for the win!"
This was the workshop of an abandoned factory, though after renovation it had become an underground prizefighting arena. Rings upon rings of spectators' seats surrounded the pit, packed with hordes of screaming young men. In the VIP seats up front, however, sat a number of composed, boss-like men, cigars clamped between their teeth, faint smiles at the corners of their mouths as they watched the blood-soaked spectacle in the ring...
"Boss Li, who'd you put your money on today?" a fat man with a cigar asked the middle-aged man in sunglasses beside him.
"Who else but Purple Wolf? He's won three in a row. I've got three million riding on him today!" the man called Boss Li said with a chuckle, though despite his words he hardly looked like a man who had three million to lose, as though the sum were mere pocket change.
"Heh, I put mine on Purple Wolf too, though not as much as you—only two million!" The fat man with the cigar laughed. "A little betting for fun, is all. If I lose, it's no more than a few bottles of fine wine."
"You said it. What we're here for is the thrill of it! This place is great—real adrenaline. Those fixed fights can't hold a candle to this. Here they really beat a man half to death!" The man in sunglasses nodded.
Down in the center of the pit, two men wearing full-head masks patterned in different colors were locked in close-quarters combat.
One wore a mask patterned with a purple wolf—clearly the Purple Wolf they spoke of—while the other wore a mask patterned with a black bear, the one these people called Black Bear!
Black Bear had already been battered bloody all over by the fierce Purple Wolf. With another heavy punch, Purple Wolf sent Black Bear flying, and he crashed down hard onto the platform.
"Whoa—!" The whole arena erupted in cheers, some elated, some dejected! Elated, naturally, were those who had bet and won; dejected, naturally, those who had bet and lost! Most, of course, had not bet at all, but came here to watch the fighting and get their thrills!
And even for those who came just for the thrill, two hundred yuan a ticket was not cheap. The factory's stands could hold tens of thousands. Apart from the first few days, when the seats weren't full, word spread from one to ten and ten to a hundred, more and more people were brought here, and every fight sold out—tickets were in such demand they couldn't keep up with supply!