Actor, is it a joke?

"Brother Mao, this is the new boxer."

Passing through the narrow and long corridor, Xu Chengdu was led all the way to the underground fighting arena that looked like an ordinary night arena.

The person who brought him only conducted a round of ordinary hasty questioning and interview, and brought him in without any defense, and sent him to Brother Mao.

The light here is dim, and it is almost impossible to see each other's faces clearly. All the light is focused on a 1.5-meter-high fighting platform in the center. Loose wire.It was not yet time for the game to start, and the stage was empty.

Mao Fan is the ostensible manager of this underground fighting arena. He takes a salary to do things for others, is responsible for maintaining the basic law and order in the arena, and constantly looking for new fighters.

"What's your name?" He stared at the hooded young man in front of him, and said casually. From his angle, he could only see the young man's unshaven chin.

"Ma Zhe." Xu Chengdu opened his mouth, his voice was extremely depressed and hoarse, it was the effect of smoking a whole pack of cigarettes, he was very satisfied.

"What can you do?"

"Sanda."

"What level?"

"not sure."

Mao Fan paused and asked, "Do you have an ID card?".

Ma Zhe, who was originally lazy, suddenly hesitated, his eyes were shaking and he couldn't focus, he asked tentatively, "Do I have to have an ID card?"

Mao Fan seems to be used to seeing this kind of people. Those who can come to this kind of place to try their luck will not be innocent. When it was time to sell by the catty, he sneered, "What? Did something happen?"

The young man gritted his teeth and protruded his masseter muscles, as if he was enduring his anger.

"Here, we have an ID card. There is no way to have an ID card. You see..." Mao Fan dragged his tone, as if to give the other party a buffer, "If you don't have one, the risk is bound to be great Some, we have to sign a life and death certificate, life and death are fate, it all depends on God's will, and we have to bear everything."

After finishing speaking, Mao Fan didn't rush, just waited silently, drank tea slowly, and gave the other party enough time to think in a very humane way.

After about half a cup of tea, the silent young man opened his mouth with two simple words.

"I sign."

There was no joy on Mao Fan's face, he just crossed his legs, put down his tea cup lightly, took a contract handed over by his assistant, and spread it out in front of the young man, "You have to know before you sign. It will give you a rating. For elementary level fighting, the kill rate is 20%, for intermediate fighting, the kill rate is half and half, and for advanced level, it is [-]%. We only pay attention to two things: money and life. Equal sign. Do you know what I mean?"

The young man raised his head, his black and white eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot eyes, Mao Fan was stunned, his heart trembled, he saw the ferocity and ferocity of a beast in these eyes.He is too familiar with this kind of eyes. Every one of the trapped beasts who were red-eyed in that simple fighting field has such eyes. cruel.

This time I may have found a new king, bringing fresh blood to the boring life of the big shots.Mao Fan suppressed his excitement, moved his buttocks, and calmly took a sip of tea.

That night, after signing the certificate of life and death, Mao Fan did not let the new boxer named Ma Zhe leave first, but invited him to sit beside him and watch the fresh fighting that officially started at [-]:[-] o'clock, so that he could get acquainted in advance with the new boxer he was about to personally fight. Step onto the stage.

As the game time approached, a steady stream of spectators entered the arena one after another. Xu Chengdu noticed that with the tickets of different colors in his hands, these spectators from different social classes, or in suits, leather shoes, or slovenly, were here. They can't escape the hierarchical social order, and the only measure of screening them is money.Just like watching a concert, there are VIPs in the front row and the back row. There are also boxes with excellent views and ordinary seats that are crowded.

Mao Fan was condescending on the second floor, looking at the bustling scene with a smile on his face, and seemingly casually asked a question, "Do you know where your appearance fees and bonuses come from?"

The young man next to him is obviously a person who doesn't like to talk, he is not good at talking and is not used to talking, but this does not mean that he is a dull, stupid and honest person. One word: "Gambling."

Mao Fan likes to communicate with smart people, which can save a lot of saliva. He nodded appreciatively, "Yes. Few people who come here to watch boxing can calm down and not place bets. Just imagine, those daily People who buy lottery tickets on a regular basis feel the adrenaline rush just by watching a few balls hit and roll, let alone seeing two muscular men fight to the death with their own eyes?"

Xu Chengdu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Before coming here, he had a clear understanding of the operation mode of the underground fighting arena. Gambling funds are almost the cornerstone of its smooth operation. On boxers, the operator deducts a corresponding proportion of venue fees, management fees, and various fees from boxers like a bloodsucker, and exploits them layer by layer, and only a small part of them finally falls on boxers.

However, this small amount of gambling money is enough to cause countless people to suffer bloodshed, tendons and bones, and even lose their lives.

The nine o'clock reminder sounded, and deafening rock music sounded in the arena. Two young mixed-race girls with hot bodies and three-point styles stepped onto the fighting ring from both sides. They each held a wooden plaque in their hands. The names of the players, Jinhuan and Ake.

The eye-catching beauties and the exciting drumbeats did not make the audience react too much. They held wine glasses and chatted on their own, crossed the field, placed bets, analyzed the advantages and disadvantages, and predicted the winner or loser. Inside was strangely quiet for a moment, like boiling water that had reached its boiling point, suddenly burst into cheers.

The pre-match introduction of the host and referee seemed weak, no one paid attention to what the little bald man was talking about, and the eyes of the audience were focused on the two muscular fighting machines.Xu Chengdu glanced over coldly. These gazes were fanatical, greedy, and expectant. The wide-eyed gamblers eagerly sought excitement from the boxers, as if watching a hearty boxing match was the whole meaning of their lives. .

"The one on the left is Jinhuan, and the one on the right is Ake. The winning odds are about the same. They are considered intermediate fighters." Mao Fan lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at the stage. Compared with the audience below, he seemed much calmer.

Xu Chengdu remained silent.There are no rules here, and the costumes of the two contestants are not even uniform. Jin Huan has exaggeratedly dyed blond hair, and wears a pair of red pants all over his body. Provoking opponents; in comparison, Ake is much more low-key, wearing a plain black mandarin jacket, showing strong and powerful arms.

There are no formal gloves or protective gear, they just wrapped a few layers of white bandages on their hands, and they just stood in the Colosseum.

The referee gave a sharp whistle, the music was turned off, and the audience was silent.

The game started at a touch of a trigger. Jin Huan was good at legwork and took the lead. His strong high kick was like a sharp and tireless axe, slashing at Ake from all directions.In the first minute of the game, Ake was in a state of being suppressed by his legs. He tried his best to move his steps to avoid these deadly kicks.Everyone was staring at Jin Huan's phantom leg, they all knew that once the human body was hit by this steel leg, there would be a crisp fracture sound, and then it would fall to the ground like a big tree.

"Fight back, kill him!"

"You bastard, what are you hiding from? Hurry up!"

"Ake, what are you doing? Are you asleep? Are you thinking about life? Your mother is calling you to eat!"

"Scud ring! Speed ​​ring! Victory! Victory!"

The crazy crowd let out a wave of roaring, almost toppled the roof of the basement. They clenched their fists and their eyes were tearing apart. They seemed to be more excited than the fighters. What's more, they were lying on the barbed wire fence Above, the boxers waving their arms and shouting for their bets.

The author has something to say:

Me: Wow, fighting is so difficult to write, I have been holding back for a whole day.

Jiyou: Just write it, readers will skip it anyway.

I:……