blackstone code

Chapter 1062 Who can define right and wrong?

"You should stand up..."

Lynch said softly, "Look at these people in front of you, they are actually nothing special."

"There is no difference between them, you, and me. We are all human beings. As long as we are human, we will all die."

"You should have killed some people. The method and process of killing these people are actually no different from those you killed those people. They should be afraid of you. The problem shouldn't be on you."

Lynch's words made Austin feel better, and a natural smile appeared on her face, "You are very good at coaxing people."

"I'm just telling the truth!"

Today's meeting was actually Horn's temptation, and everyone has no objection to his temptation, which is very good.

Once the Bliss Society is officially established, Horn will be able to grasp more power and achieve more and better development.

He greedily enjoys everything, he has been poor for a long time, now, it is time for him to take revenge on himself who was once poor.

The establishment of the Bliss Club will be next time, and the next step is to enjoy the carnival.

Barely naked girls and boys became one of the extravagant embellishments, and Horn also took everyone on a tour of a very special show.

It was an iron cage, and he would arrange for boxers to go in for a match. There were no laws or rules here. Two people could come down together, or one person could come down.

The winner will receive a commission of [-]% of the total betting amount. When it is less than [-], Horn will make up for it.

Two boxers, one is a sports coach, and the other is a street gangster. They are not professional boxers, boxers, fighters, or ordinary people.

It is only when ordinary people encounter huge troubles that they will go all out.

Those boxers, master fighters, they don't belong to the ordinary class, and even if they are in trouble, a ring can't solve it.

On the contrary, the fighting between ordinary people is actually more beautiful and exciting.

Two ordinary people, each with a reason to win, started fighting.

They don't have any set style of play, and they don't play very well like professional fighters, giving people a very "technical" feeling.

These two were fighting between ordinary people, fighting to the death.

The two kept waving their fists to greet each other's noses, and kept hitting each other's body with any part of the body that could cause damage. Nosebleeds were the first to come out.

Then the corner of the gangster's eye was cracked, and blood fascinated his eyes. He closed one eye and tore the other's ear hard.

Half of the PE teacher's ear was torn off, and the pain made him look like a steamed crab.

There are no rules and no time limit, whoever can leave alive is the winner!
The emotions of the audience were highly mobilized. The more upper-class and the ruling class, the more they liked this kind of brutal violence.

What they like is not just brutal sports, but the feeling of dominating other people's lives. They are high above them, watching the ants struggle under their will.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more enthusiastic, and someone even threw a stack of banknotes into the cage from above.

The 20-yuan banknotes were spilled all over the floor, and those banknotes were stained red by the blood on the ground!

Most people agree that the physical education teacher can win the final victory because he has better physical fitness and is stronger, but the street gangster is thinner.

With a sick look on his face and a slightly thin body, people worry that the physical education teacher can punch through his torso!
The battle has continued for five or six minutes.

It also became less intense from the most intense time at the beginning.

The physical education teacher knelt on the ground on one knee and kept beating the little gangster's head with his fist.

Just now, the little gangster stepped on the banknote and slipped.

The physical education teacher didn't give up this opportunity, and rushed over to hit the little bastard on the head.

With every punch down, a dull "bang" sound can be heard, as if the ring and the iron cage are shaking.

The fists are actually not heavy. Even now, the physical education teacher doesn't have much physical strength, and the lactic acid prevents him from exerting the strength he should have.

The last two punches were a little weak.

Some spectators, some spectators who looked like high society elites just now, are not so civilized at this time.

They stood up, waved the tickets or banknotes in their hands, and shouted "Kill him" loudly!
The physical education teacher stood up slowly, panting heavily, raised his head, looked at the people outside the iron cage, those wearing high-end clothes and waving banknotes in their hands.

There was a moment of confusion in his eyes.

Then, his eyes were lowered, and he saw the motionless roadside gangster on the ground, killing people, which was very strange to him.

He is just a physical education teacher, not a killer, and has never killed anyone.

But now he has to kill this man, only in this way can he get a lot of money and solve the problems he has to solve.

This is a very difficult choice, he doesn't know how to do it, break his neck?
Or use your feet?

He wasn't sure, maybe breaking his neck would be better, he didn't know if he could do it, but he'd try to do it.

When he grabbed the little gangster's hair and was about to lift him up, the little gangster suddenly jumped forward and landed on the physical education teacher.

He rested for a while, although he was dizzy, but he knew that if he didn't fight back, he might die in the ring.

This pounce is the final explosion.

He threw himself on the physical education teacher, and bit the physical education teacher's throat with his mouth open.

He had never used so much force to bite anything, and he could feel something twisting, whining, and breaking under the pressure of his teeth.

The physical education teacher wanted to break free, but it was too late.

After the throat was crushed, a large amount of blood was produced from the body and poured into the body. The continuous flow of blood oppressed the respiratory system, and some blood even choked into the lung lobes.

He had a strong urge to cough, the lobes of his lungs calling for help.

But the little gangster never let go, his face was flushed, but he couldn't cough.

There was a hissing sound from the opened mouth, and the weak air flow was squeezed out.

He tried his best to attack the man wrapped around his body with his fists, his head, his side, his back, but the man just didn't let go.

The strength of the fist is getting weaker and weaker...

The six-foot-two physical education teacher staggered a few steps before falling to the ground!

Until this moment, the little bastard didn't open his mouth, he just bit down on it, trying to cut everything off.

The surroundings of the arena suddenly fell into dead silence, and no one expected that it would end like this, and this just proved Horn's correct choice.

The fighting of these ordinary people is more beautiful and more tragic than those of master fighters.

The moves of master fighters are deadly. Perhaps for them, the difference between victory and defeat, life and death, is only a few strokes.

A punch in a deadly place, or a quick twist of someone's neck, that's not too much to watch.

On the contrary, it is not as exciting, bloody, and crazy as fighting between ordinary people.

After confirming that the physical education teacher was dead, the medical team came to the stage to separate the two and carried them down.

From a certain point of view, this game is actually legal.

Because the two parties signed a waiver of responsibility before the game, they promised that they would not hold anyone or any organization accountable for life, death, or disability.

As for why they had to separate life and death, that's another matter.

"I'm a little uncomfortable..." Austin was still a little uncomfortable with everything here.

In order to protect the safety of the federal people, they fought against stowaways, smugglers, and Marillo's warlord militants on the border.

But in the federation, those high-class dignitaries randomly... trampled on the dignity of people's lives.

She felt intense discomfort.

Lynch nodded, stood up, and handed the ticket in his hand to the waiter, "Transfer the money directly into my account."

After speaking, he left with Austin.

The waiter looked at the signed ticket in his hand, confused and didn't understand what it meant.

It simply meant—cash the ticket and send the money to Lynch.

Or something else he didn't understand.

Because the amount written on this ticket is only 20 yuan.

Even if the odds of the gangster were high at the beginning, this ticket can only be exchanged for less than 100 yuan in cash.

After coming out of the fighting arena, Austin strolled along the side of the main square, "I don't understand, Lynch."

"Why do you have to do something very disappointing when you are already so rich?"

It's not that she's naive, it's just that she really doesn't understand.

Everything that happened here today impacted her three views, and she didn't quite understand it.

Lynch lit a cigarette and smoked while walking, "When you only have one dollar, you only hope to fill your stomach."

"When you only have 100 yuan, you wish you could have a place to live."

"When you have more money, more desires naturally arise."

"For the people here, wealth, money, and power are no longer the goals they pursue. They need to find something exciting for their lives, so as to tell themselves that they are still alive."

Austin was silent, "But... there is no need to use this method."

"I mean, they can go and help other people."

Lynch was a little surprised, "Why do you think they didn't help others?"

"Maybe that physical education teacher has a terminally ill child, or maybe that punk's only relative is in trouble."

"They have a reason to get the money, and maybe it's better to do that than to let them cause bigger problems in society."

Lynch flicked the cigarette ash, "I'm not saying it's correct, it's just that when we look at the problem, we have to look at it from more angles."

"Just like those stowaways, they just want to live a stable and safe life. You not only ruined their yearning for beauty, but even gave them a shuttle!"

"There is no right and wrong in this world from the beginning, that is what we think defines."

"You know, defining things is like some mathematical formula with no result, and sometimes it can go wrong!"

(End of this chapter)