After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Song Xier's eyes widened in shock: "Here..."

There's actually an underground boxing ring underneath this bar!

The box with a deposit of 500,000 yuan that Xiangxiang mentioned just now is right above their heads. It is a circular design, facing the boxing ring in the center, and the entire surface is covered with transparent glass.

However, the inside cannot be seen from the outside. It can be seen that only the inside can see the outside. It should be very good to watch movies at such a height.

There is also a number on each transparent glass, which should correspond to the number seen on the door above.

As for the boxing ring in the center, it is almost as tall as a person and looks like a large beast cage.

There were people of all ages around, some of them were wearing neat suits and ties, and they had obviously come directly after get off work.

Song Xi'er even saw an old man with gray hair, who must be in his seventies or eighties, looking at the people on the ring with excitement, clenching his fists and shouting hard.

Seeing him like that, Song Xier was afraid that he would kill her if he lost his temper.

During this period, the disadvantaged party was punched hard by the opponent again. Song Xier saw with her naked eyes that the muscles on the face of the beaten party were shaking violently, and then the whole person was hit as hard as a boulder. on the ground.

The moment his body landed on the ground, Song Xi'er clearly saw the braces falling out of the other party's mouth, as well as the bloody mess on his face.

Every punch before was almost to the flesh, showing no mercy.

The referee on the side came over and started counting down, but the man who fell on the ground seemed to have lost his breath. He was lying there motionless, with only the blood slowly flowing from his face and his facial features barely visible.

It was obviously such a bloody and cruel scene, but the expressions on the faces of the people around him were more excited than the others. They raised their hands and wanted to jump on the stage.

Song Xi'er stood there, looking over there with a dull look, forgetting to react.

She did not expect that there would be such a place underground in Jiangcheng. The whole scene was filled with psychologically uncomfortable excitement, fighting, fighting, and even blood that was close to death...

Suddenly, all the scenes in front of him disappeared, and Song Xier's sight was completely blocked by a hand!

At the same time, a man's deep voice sounded in his ears: "If you regret it now, you can turn around and go back."

His voice was obviously not loud, but whether it was because he was standing close or something, it fell in Song Xier's ears, and seemed to drown out the louder cheers and shouts in her ears in an instant.

Moreover, this voice...

Song Xier suddenly felt dazed for a moment, as if...

Song Xier blinked quickly to bring herself back to reality from that unrealistic fantasy.

She stared at the hand in front of her for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and took two deep breaths before opening them again, and at the same time raised her hand to push away the shield in front of her.

"Thank you," she said.

Now that everyone is in, she naturally can't run away.

Thinking about it, she composed herself, and then began to look for her target in the crowd in front of her.

Shang Ji stood aside, his eyes slightly lowered on Song Xier's tight little face. His handsome face was also tense, and his thin lips were pursed and he said nothing.

Box No. on the second floor.

Sitting next to a custom-made wooden tea table was a man with black hair and blue eyes. His facial features had the depth of a Westerner, but also a touch of softness of an Easterner. The combination was not obtrusive, but just right.

He seems to be in his thirties or forties, and his temperament is very reserved and gentle. He seems to be easy to get along with, but the aura of his body makes people know that he is not.

At this time, I saw that he was holding a cup of brewed tea in his hand. He was not drinking it. His blue eyes were looking down through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him. He was not looking at the direction of the ring, but at the back of the crowd who had just come out of the elevator. How long have Shang Ji and Song Xier been together?

The man's eyes were deep and he asked the men beside him: "Are there any new guests today?"

The subordinates on the side heard the words and immediately asked the people below through the wireless microphone in their ears.

After a few seconds, the subordinate walked up to the man and said respectfully: "He came in through the back door, and it seems that he was introduced by Mr. Wei."

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows: "Why are you down there?"

"I heard Xiangxiang say it was for the woman beside him."

"Really?" The man laughed lightly, his eyes fell on Song Xi'er's face, his eyes narrowed, and after a few seconds he said, "She does look good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box was knocked three times, the first two were connected together, and the last one was very short.

The men turned around and opened the door, and Shen Kuan walked in from the outside.

He walked straight to the man and shouted: "Boss."

The man didn't look back: "Is something wrong?"

"My men were not doing things cleanly and let in two cats." Shen Kuan said in a low voice.

The man paused while holding the tea cup: "It's really lively today."

Shen Kuan lowered his head: "I didn't take care of the people below, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." The man put down the tea cup in his hand with a gentle smile on his face: "Don't worry about it. It's natural for cats to catch mice. It just depends on who is more capable."

Shen Kuan frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but when he raised his eyes and landed on the man's face, he swallowed the words on his lips and nodded: "Yes."

When Shen Kuan went out and the subordinates on the side came forward and were about to say something, they saw their boss's eyes suddenly froze.

I saw Shang Ji, who was standing next to Song Xier downstairs with his back to the box, suddenly turned his head and looked this way. Looking in the direction, he happened to be in the box where the man was.

His expression seemed indifferent, like a casual glance, but there was a flash of sharpness and coldness in his eyes.

downstairs.

Song Xi'er searched for several times but couldn't find the target.

Mainly because there were so many people at the scene, and it was really hard to find them all crowded together.

"Who are you looking for?" Shang Ji asked.

"...a very important person." Song Xi'er said and looked back at Shang Ji: "Sir, thank you very much for bringing me in. You can go do your own thing now. You don't need to stay here with me."

Shang Ji lowered his eyes: "Does this count as crossing the river and burning the bridge?"

"..."

"You've already taken advantage, we don't owe each other anything," Song Xi'er said.

"What should I do?" Shang Ji laughed: "I'm fine."

After saying that, he raised his eyes and landed on the ring next to him.

"A new round is about to begin, which side do you want to win?" Shang Ji asked.

The man who was beaten to the ground just now couldn't get up in the end. He was being carried down on a stretcher. He was unresponsive the whole time and seemed to have...

Song Xi'er couldn't bear to look away and clenched her hands tightly: "This is against the law, I won't suppress it."

Shang Ji moved forward and said, "I didn't hear what you said."