The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Baiye is the finale of the night, so naturally it will be placed at the end to ignite the whole audience. There were some small fights in front of them. Song Huiyi was drinking tea and watching lazily with his eyes lowered.

She really didn't think there was anything interesting about fighting matches.

However, Qian Yu and Wan Die watched it with great interest. From time to time, they discussed the tactics in the fighting arena and made gestures with their hands and feet.

Qianyu said: "That man's fist is so hard. I wish my fist were so hard."

Wan Die said: "We are not as strong as men, so we still need to learn skillful techniques. Look at the move he just bent down to avoid using his back to throw the person out, you can learn a few tricks."

Song Huiyi: "..."

Were they watching a game?

She was so stunned that she didn't see what skills the two shirtless strong men used in the fight. She only saw brute strength.

Baiye hadn't appeared yet, so she was bored and glanced at the people in the stands opposite.

There are three locations here: one is for people standing around the fighting ring, usually ordinary people; one is for people with a bit of money, who can sit in the stands; and further up the stands is the glass room where she is. , usually high-ranking officials.

Anyone can enter and exit the underground fighting ring as long as they buy a ticket.

Her eyes wandered through the crowd, then stopped and looked steadily at one of the men.

The man wore a long black coat and a wide black hat, covering half of his face.

There is nothing unusual about this outfit.

There are many people wearing long gowns around, and there are even a lot of black gowns, which are not conspicuous.

Song Huiyi paid attention to him because of his calm expression.

It's not like he came to see a fight match.

His calmness was in sharp contrast to the excited expressions of the people next to him.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

The man who looked indifferent just now stood up suddenly. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he saw the raised corners of his mouth.

A surprised smile overflowed from the corners of his lips. He followed the crowd's excited applause, and even covered his mouth with his hands and screamed along with the crowd.

"Did I overthink it?"

Song Huiyi was stunned when he saw the contrast, and thought to himself, "Maybe he is like me. He just heard that today is the Hundred Nights' Battle of Yum Victory, and came to watch the fun."

She secretly said that she was suspicious.

She didn't look at him again.

Time passed quickly, and the bell rang at nine o'clock. It was finally the finale of the night, Baiye's appearance.

After Bai Ye appeared on the stage, the scene was even more exciting than before. The cheers and screams were louder and louder. Song Huiyi's ears were buzzing even as he sat on it.

The roar of gongs and drums in the fighting arena could not suppress their voices.

She has some tinnitus.

Looking at Baiye's face, he saw a rough and tall man. He was very strong, with muscles all over his body, and he looked very scary.

Everyone shouted loudly: "Hundred Nights! Hundred Nights! Hundred Nights!"

Qian Yu and Wan Die also pressed against the glass window and looked down.

As soon as the fight started, Baiye sprinted forward and hit his opponent with an uppercut on the chin. He then picked up the opponent when his steps were unsteady and threw him hard on the fighting ring.

There was another burst of cheers on the field.

Within ten seconds, he knocked his opponent to the ground.

Song Huiyi became interested.

Baiye's skill should not be underestimated. He hardly defended and always took the initiative to attack. He defeated his opponents several times and almost couldn't stand up before the ten-second countdown.

If you can't stand up for ten seconds, you lose.

If they are both standing, then points are scored by hitting the opponent's body parts. Each round counts as points, and the score is used to determine the outcome of the round.

Song Huiyi bought the third round, buying Baiye to win three rounds in a row, and buying his opponent to never stand up again in the third round.

Although his opponent was retreating steadily, he also knew that Baiye was not defensive, so he seized many opportunities and knocked down Baiye, who was a head taller than him, several times.

His strength is also very strong.

The two fought to a [-]-[-] draw and came to the fifth round.

Compared to the previous ones, the last round was really thrilling.

The two of them had gone through the previous four fights, and they were both stained. Their spirits were not as good as at the beginning, their steps were staggering, their bodies were black and red, and they seemed to be covered in blood.

The onlookers also became excited and started shouting: "Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

Song Huiyi didn't like such a bloody scene, so he looked away.

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the man she just saw.

He was still sitting there, looking at the fighting arena with all his attention. He remained calm and composed most of the time. He would only raise his hands and applaud when Baiye scored points and knocked down his opponent.

A man is just a spectator.

To say he was surprised, it was even more strange that she had sat here for so long without even being applauded once.

Song Huiyi wanted to look away, but the man suddenly shifted his gaze and met hers.

The underground fighting ring is either small or big.

One lowered his eyes, the other raised his eyes, looking at each other across the farthest distance in the fighting arena.

In fact, at such a distance, just by looking straight ahead, you can see many people and faces.

Song Huiyi knew clearly that he was looking at that man, but where was that man?

Maybe he was just staring at one place for a long time, casually looking around to relax his eyes, maybe he was looking at other spectators in the glass room opposite him...

But she was sure in her heart that he was looking at her.

Song Huiyi did not look away and looked at him from a distance.

When the man raised his head, his brows and eyes were revealed under the brim of his hat, revealing a mature and handsome face.

But those eyes were colder than anyone else's.

Suddenly, the man shifted his gaze.

At the same time, with the roar of gongs and drums, the screams and cheers of the spectators suddenly exploded again, and even Qian Yu and Wan Die beside them shouted excitedly.

Baiye won.

He won the title of King of Yum.

The commotion nearby did not attract Song Huiyi's eyes, and she still looked at the man.

Suddenly, the man took off his hat and covered his face. Before Song Huiyi could see clearly, he noticed that his hand moved and his arm was raised——

The next second, Song Huiyi heard the sound of glass breaking.

Close at hand.

She stood up.

The moment the glass shattered, Wan Die stepped in front of Song Huiyi, and Qian Yu quickly ran out to check the situation.

Song Huiyi was shocked.

It was just a moment of confusion, maybe just the blink of an eye. When he looked across the way again, the crowd in that place was still crowded, but the man was no longer there.

He disappeared!

The cheers downstairs were deafening, everyone was cheering excitedly for Baiye's Yum. The shattering of the glass upstairs did not fall on their ears at all, and no one noticed what happened upstairs.

Song Huiyi knew it.

The man must have killed someone!

She didn't see his movements clearly, but she clearly saw a hole in the black hat suddenly, and heard the sound of glass breaking at the same time.

The silenced pistol he used.

He used his hat to block other people's views, using it as his own cover.

He leaned his back against the wall, while everyone was cheering and celebrating for Hundred Nights, while everyone was paying attention to the fighting arena, while everyone was relaxing——

Shots were fired.

He specially waited for this moment!