The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 93 The Tragedy of the Black Boxer

He Nan didn't respond.

After Bone Spur said this, he snorted and threw the burnt cigarette butt on the ground, crushing it with his toes.

Then, he took out a new cigarette, lit it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You didn't pinch the beads." He Nan reminded.

A poppy cigarette cannot emit a scent without breaking the poppet at the mouthpiece.This popcorn cigarette, which is much more expensive than ordinary cigarettes, has become ordinary and nothing special.

To put it bluntly, the money is added for nothing.

"Why say it again?"

"Of course it's because you didn't pinch it once before."

"Hmph... It's a good observation, but I didn't pinch it on purpose." Bone Spur took out the cigarette, crushed the popcorn, and sucked it into his mouth enjoying himself: "...the mint flavor of this cigarette is too weak. It doesn't matter if you squeeze it or not."

Then you take it out and pinch it specially... He Nan felt dumbfounded: You just forgot, so just keep talking here!
However, it is very possible that the pearl flavor of this cigarette is relatively light...

... Otherwise, how could you have smoked for a long time but didn't find it?

"There is no need to collect weapons here, just like the black market." He Nan followed the bone spur through a large iron gate guarded by security, and whispered: "Are you so confident in your security capabilities?"

"Huh...it's normal." Bone Spur explained: "Many guys who come here are very dangerous...Forcibly take away their weapons, and they may not come. Besides, some people are simply inconvenient to be taken away."

"I can see it." He Nan noticed that there was a person whose left prosthetic arm was simply equipped with a chainsaw: "It's really everyone... maybe you can meet some old acquaintances here."

"For example?" Shirley asked with interest.

"If you ask me, I don't know." He Nan frowned, "Uh, if you have to say...that buddy who makes a living doing black boxing?"

He Nan was referring to the relevant personnel in the cases he had handled before.

His name is Mason, he is a professional black boxer, and his nickname is Stone Fist—meaning that his fist is as hard as a stone.

Hitting you in the face is like being hit hard by a rock.

Of course, since this is illegal, in the records of the case, it is only said that he is a boxer.

"Which person are you talking about?" Bone Spur asked, "Maybe I still know... I have basically seen all the black boxers in this area."

"Stone Fist Mason." He Nan said, "Looks—"

"—Okay, needless to say, I know." Bone Spur sneered, "I know this guy. If there is no surprise, he should be in——you know tonight? I really admire these guys who risk their lives to make money ...This is not the same as doing a dangerous job with their heads tied to their belts, every time they make money, they will be seriously injured."

"Hmm..." Ho Nan nodded in agreement, "...I can understand. I often get hurt all over my body."

"The most important thing is that once this job is done, it's not very convenient to get out of the body." Bone Spur, with a cigarette in his mouth, narrowed his eyes: "You will become... controlled by your profession. It's not that you come and go when you want of."

"Because they all have to sign a lot of games at once?" Shirley asked as she listened to the noisy area ahead that was getting closer, "Then maybe they were hospitalized before the fight was over..."

"Hehehehe...It's possible that I'm dead." Bone spur smoked, and took over the words: "...but that's not the point. The most important thing is money, child...it's still money. Debt is the last thing that overwhelms you A straw — no, the more accurate metaphor is that it’s the very essence of what oppresses you from the start.”

"Debt...medical expenses?" He Nan didn't quite understand what he meant: "Or is it because I owe money that I have to come down to fight black fists..."

"No, it's not such a simple matter." Bone Spur shook his head: "It's very complicated, but extortion... If you don't make it more complicated, how can you tie down those guys who use their lives to make money for the venue? No matter what level they are, they are all popular. The money tree that people love... I will give you a brief analysis of how this happened, and then you will feel a little more pity when watching Black Fist... Oh, I don't really want you to sympathize with them, just In this way, the battle will become more exciting."

The bone spurs, then, illustrate how most fighters in black boxing are tied down to insidious blood-and-sweat contracts—none of which, of course, applies to the high-status, or overpowered fighters.

... The consequences of angering them may be a bit serious.

First of all, as Shirley said, players participating in the black boxing competition will be required to sign a contract for N games at once-it is illegal in a society under the sun.But in the underworld, it doesn't matter whether it is legal or not, they have their own set of rules of conduct.In their world, this is extremely legal.

Now, for example—you're a newbie, and you think you've got something, and you can make some money, and you sign up.

Then people will tell you that if you want to play a game, you must play X games at a time.

This number varies, usually five or ten.There are also three games in a few places, but that often does not represent their conscience, but the disability rate is a bit high in fights there.

Generally speaking, when newcomers see that they have to sign so many games at once, they will retreat.

At this time, the organizer will tell you that every time you play a game, you will get money no matter whether you win or lose.If you win, you can also get a commission from the audience's bets as a bonus.Great deal.

Moreover, if you really can't stick to it, you can quit at any time.

They won't mention that you have liquidated damages if you quit.

Even if you ask very tactfully, they will only mention a very small number, and then you will feel that it is okay after listening.perfectly acceptable.

Then maybe you're up for the game.

At this time, there is a tiankeng.

If you don't want to continue playing the remaining games of the contract because of injury or fear, and want to pay liquidated damages, then you have to spend far more than what they promised in advance.

They will suddenly turn around and say that they have already arranged your game schedule, and now they want to go back on their word and must compensate for the loss that affected the game. Then the lion will open his mouth and offer a number that may destroy your family—such as the original agreement of 50 U.S. dollars The liquidated damages may be [-] now.

You don't give it?They can coerce you with violence.

They can forcibly take away your property, force you to transfer your storefront, real estate, or borrow usury-of course, they may still be the lenders.These are all left-handed and right-handed transactions, and the fat water does not flow to outsiders' fields.One-stop service, guaranteed to completely destroy your life.

you have no moneyThen continue to compete honestly, or sell your organs to pay off the debt!Kidneys, eyeballs...it depends on what they need.

Of course, if your wife and daughter are good-looking, they may be the ones who suffer...

(End of this chapter)