Saint Seiya Star Marvel

Chapter 35 Boxing Gym Riot
As night fell, the underground boxing gym that Le Xia visited before was still a lively scene. The two people on the ring were fighting with blood and flesh, but the hall was full of idlers who joined in the fun, as if what happened yesterday had never happened.

But if you look carefully, you can still find that the security here is much stronger than yesterday. From the inside to the outside, there are burly men in black suits everywhere, their eyes scan the stadium back and forth like X-rays, and flies fly by. Both male and female should be scanned.

In the office, two managers, one tall and one short, were slumped on the boss chair and sighed.

Although the two of them were shocked last night, the purpose of opening a boxing gym is to make money. People can stop, but business can't be listened to, let alone if they don't do it, there are people waiting to replace them.

To put it bluntly, the two people in charge are just running errands. As long as they don't die, the business of the boxing gym will continue.

In this regard, Rothko and Silk naturally dare not say anything. If nothing else, the loss caused by Jack Murdoch's smashed scene last night can only be borne by the two of them. .

So as long as people don't die, they have to continue to work, and if they can't, they have to gamble on this hole.

The tall Roscoe grinned and applied hot compresses to his face, while cursing non-stop. Last night, Le Xia's slap was too heavy. The left half of his face was obviously larger than the right half by more than one size. The voice of speaking is also a little uncomfortable.

"This nasty bastard is raised by Si...〇 son, don't let me see it again, or I will... hiss... definitely catch him and chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

The short Silk is a little better. Although he peed his pants and suffered a critical blow to his self-esteem, at least he suffered less physical trauma. He was finally knocked unconscious by Le Xia's hand knife to the neck. As big as a Rothko.

Listening to Roscoe's chattering abuse, Silke just nodded and hummed a few times, but didn't answer. It was because Le Xia left him with so much trauma last night that when he mentioned this person, He couldn't hold back.

Speaking of which, Silke's sequelae were much more serious than Rothko's.

Over there Roscoe muttered for a while, and suddenly felt a little regretful, "It's a pity that that bastard went to trouble Fusang. With Fusang's character, it's very difficult for us to have a chance to see him again..."

About Le Xia's coming here last night, Silk had already notified the Yoshioka group.

In Rothko's view, it was an extremely stupid decision for Le Xia not to take advantage of the time difference that Yoshioka's team didn't know about to attack the opponent directly last night.

Now that the Yoshioka team is ready, if Le Xia wants to make trouble again, he may directly hit the muzzle of the gun, and he may not even know how to die by then.

Silk still didn't speak, but he didn't agree with it in his heart. Last night, that guy's voice sounded like a devil's whisper in his ears. There was no reason. He just felt that that person would not lose so easily. .

'Maybe you still have a chance to see him again! 'Silk had an inexplicable premonition.

At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot outside, followed by chaotic noise like a frying pan.

"What happened!" Roscoe exclaimed angrily.

Silk still didn't speak, but his complexion suddenly became very bad.

After a while, a black suit opened the door and came in, and said in an anxious tone, "The people from the Yoshioka team won the game just now, and when they went out with the prize money, were they shot by our people?"

"Our people?" Rothko directly smashed the hot pack in his hand at the talking black suit, "Which dog did it? Are you sure it's our people?"

"Yes...it's Xiao," said the black suit hesitantly.

Rothko wished he could sit down on Xiao to death, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Get him to see me, I'll beat this bastard to death, why do you want to cause trouble at this time, don't you think I'm not in enough trouble?"

"He..." the black suit glanced at Silk, "he... died, his neck was broken by the Fusang people."

"He..." Rothko froze, "Dead? Then, what about the Fuso man?"

"Run away..." The black suit lowered his head, "But I heard that Xiao owed a lot of gambling debts..."

"Trash! Bastard! Shit!" Roscoe was really angry.

He and Silke are now guilty of the crime, and they were not raped because of their age and relationship. As long as this boxing gym can be successfully operated, the previous things will soon be forgotten.

But he never expected that these uneasy subordinates would cause trouble again at this time, and it also involved the Fusang gang. If this matter is not handled properly, it may cause big trouble.

Owing gambling debts and attacking the Fuso people who received bonuses, if the Yoshioka group was really attacked by that person yesterday, the responsibility can be shifted to that person.

This Xiao is really good at calculating.

After venting his curses, Rothko sat down dejectedly, and waved his hands at the black suit, "Go back and appease the people outside, and I'll call the Fusang people to explain the situation."

After the black suit left, Silk suddenly said quietly, "I'm afraid this matter is not that simple."

Roscoe turned to look at Silk, "What do you think?"

"Xiao has been with us for so many years. It's not a short time to see this scene. He won't do such an irrational thing in a daze. I think there must be something strange about today's incident."

Silk pushed his glasses. For some reason, a figure wearing a bronze mask suddenly appeared in his mind. Could this matter be related to that guy?

Thinking in his heart, the figure wearing the bronze mask really appeared in front of Silk's eyes, and the mask with hideous patterns painted around the eyes, like a snake that made people feel chills, appeared in front of his eyes again.

Papa, the man clapped his hands and walked over to Silk, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, "Not bad, Lao Xi, it's a pity not to be a detective just now."

Silk slumped down on the chair with a thud, almost holding back.

Carefully turning his head, Silk looked behind the masked man, only to see Rothko lying on the ground again, the height of the right half of his face successfully surpassing the height of the left half.

Le Xia sat down on the desk, pulled the phone on the desk, and raised his chin to Silk, "Call Yoshioka Shin and ask him to come out to meet, I've already thought of the reason for you, Just say sorry for what happened just now."

Silk's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, what happened to Xiao was caused by the masked man. Why didn't the devil go directly to the Fusang man, and why did he come back to make a fuss? Seeing me addicted to peeing my pants?
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