Beat Generation

Crazy shouts of killing continued to erupt from the crowded underground boxing ring.

"Kill him! Beat him!"

"Beat the shit out of him! Get off stage!"

"Kill him! Punch him to the gut!"

The shouts of killing were louder and louder, so that the peddlers who bought scalpers couldn't help standing on their tiptoes to see what is different about tonight's game?I haven't seen this group of people so excited this week.

Whoa!A few beams of cold light shone on the boxing ring, and I saw a tall, 1.9-meter-zero, muscular man facing a short, 1.7-meter-zero, tightly wrapped body. It's Zhuang Zhisen, the mainstay of this boxing ring, who has always punched his opponent to the flesh, and can send his opponent to the operating table. The short guy should be a novice, maybe he is a free-range bodyguard of some wealthy young master, who was taken to the stage just for fun Do you want to practice your hands with Lao Zhuang?This situation is not uncommon, but tonight's strength is too great.

The more disparate the game, the more boring the gamblers feel, and the fun of the night is all on the little guy who won't be jumping for a long time. Of course, they shout loudly and hope that Lao Zhuang will kill this frustrated guy as soon as possible. !This little guy doesn't show his face and wears a hood. No matter how you look at it, he looks so yin and yang!

There was a lot of shouting and killing, and Lao Zhuang no longer played the game of eagle and chicken with that little guy. He punched him with a left uppercut. Instead, Zhuang was swept away.

The little man quickly moved aside, and easily avoided it several times in a row. At this time, the old spectators were drinking and placing bets, and at the same time they began to discuss who the masked little man was.

In the first few minutes, Lao Zhuang seemed to be practicing with him, but in the last few punches, he was really careful with his strikes.Playing false and real for nearly 10 minutes, with only 3 minutes left in the first half, the little man launched an attack, and Lao Zhuang retreated to a corner with his head in his arms, causing the spectators to curse!This is completely a shady rhythm, the gamblers reckoned that the outcome of tonight's game has long been decided, but they did not expect that this underground boxing ring, which has been famous in the city for decades, will start to be like the "small workshops", To play dirty.

Soon someone threw a wine bottle on the stage, and the first half of this boxing match, which was disparate in strength, ended with a burst of boos and finger gestures.

There is a 5-minute break at halftime.

The girls selling beer were walking around the ring in fiery red bikini-style short leather jackets. Some old boxing fanatics noticed that along with the girls who filed in, there was also the obvious boss of the ring, Yang Fan, as well as the few bosses who seldom show up, usually rarely see them come to the venue to take care of anything, at most they just hide behind the monitor and count the money.

Everyone started to exchange glances. The second half of tonight's game is definitely more interesting than the first half. Someone secretly bet on the short guy to win, and they all began to guess the name of the person under the mask.

The little guy was sitting there resting, someone was giving him a massage, and someone kept whispering something in his ear, which should be giving strategic guidance. The short one is probably still an underdeveloped teenager.

The kick-off gong sounded.

At the beginning of the second half, as soon as the referee blew his whistle and waved his arm in mid-air, the little man launched a continuous attack as if he wanted to kill himself. His fists, raining non-stop, passed through the bulging gloves. Hit Lao Zhuang.

Lao Zhuang, who was wearing protective gear, blocked first and then avoided, and looked at the boss Yang Fan in the audience from time to time. There was a rare expression of anxiety and asking for help in his eyes. Yang Fan in the audience was calm and did not give any hints. On the contrary, the expressions of the bosses seemed to wish that Lao Zhuang would fall down.

It's a pity that Laozhuang can't fall!If Lao Zhuang collapses tonight, it will take ten years to cultivate another Lao Zhuang.As for the other one on the stage, he couldn't fall down. If it fell down, the boxing ring might not be able to continue.

But when it comes to the boxing ring, one can either stand up or lie down. There has never been a second choice.

Lao Zhuang, who wanted to see the boss's color several times, was found by the little man, and punched his lips hard. He spat out a mouthful of blood, so he had no choice but to face the audience's eagerness, and punched him. past.

The little man turned around in a circle, leaned against the pillar, and soon recovered, turning into a huge net that pulled out intensive attacks again. Lao Zhuang seemed to be provoked by him to win the game, and he no longer evaded.

The two soon became inseparable.

Compared with the first half, the second half was so exciting that people forgot to place a bet. The original screams gradually faded, and the atmosphere of a boxing match was restored. Many young spectators seemed to have seen it on the little man. They themselves are extremely eager to defeat the invincible Lao Zhuang!

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Hit hard!"

From the perspective of player strength alone, it is a miracle that the little man can persist until now and only received less than three punches, not to mention that he has actually hit Lao Zhuang many times, and there are still 3 minutes to a showdown!

The odds outside the court have changed, and the game is getting bigger and bigger. Tonight's gamblers are all in high spirits. After all, watching Lao Zhuang win the championship every time is already a bit boring. If Lao Zhuang really loses, this game will be a rare one. reverse game.

In the last 3 minutes, every time Lao Zhuang punched, he aimed at the short man's vitals. If the short man didn't get out of the way, he would vomit blood and fall to the ground on the spot. Unfortunately, every punch followed like a demon, and he missed it repeatedly.On the contrary, the little man succeeded in another surprise attack and punched Lao Zhuang in the stomach, causing him to take three steps back.

This kind of boxing match in the black market has always been bloody, and sometimes the rules of boxing are not very particular. The closer to the end, the more the boxers can throw away all the rules and have a wild fight!It was the same this time, the referee stopped blowing the whistle to stop the violation when he saw the violation, but turned his head to look at the beating numbers on the timer.

Lao Zhuang obviously didn't want to lose the match, he punched the short man in the ribs, people who were closer to the ring heard the short man screaming in pain, some people said that the short man looked like a woman, not like It's a man.

Soon, the little man was attacked head-on by Lao Zhuang. He hugged his head and avoided it until it was unavoidable, and then launched an attack again.

Time is up.

Lao Zhuang and the little man were entangled, and for a while, both sides couldn't break free.

The referee had no choice but to wipe off the sweat from his head. It was unlikely in an extra match, and Lao Zhuang's appearance fee was very high, so it could barely be regarded as a tie.

When the referee tried his best to separate the two people and pulled their arms to stand up, there was a burst of applause and boos!Gamblers are most afraid of a draw. There is no win or loss in the game, and how much money the boxing ring can eat out of thin air.

Lao Zhuang woke up in the sound of sighs, his brow bone was injured, and he looked a little double, and he quickly looked up and down the little man.

"Are you all right?"

Lao Zhuang Hou asked in fear.

The little guy shook his head, turned around and was about to step off the stage, the spectators who had good things probably lost a lot, they rushed to the main stage in groups, and stretched out their hands to take off the little guy's hood!

After getting out of the arena, the lights dimmed, but no matter how dim the lights were, everyone nearby could see the appearance of this little man - waterfall-like black hair, fair face, bright red lips, and pink cheeks, Even a drunkard can tell at a glance that the hood is a woman, not to mention the bloodthirsty flickering ice blades in those deep-set eyes.

"..." Swallowing all the curse words unconsciously, they can't call a stunning beauty a "loser without full hair".

Everyone froze in place, a frivolous whistling broke out from the crowd at an inappropriate time, almost at the same time, all the people who took the lead to remove their hoods were all pointed at their heads, and they looked at the stunningly familiar beauty in front of them in fear, very I quickly remembered who this beauty was...

"Mr. Wen, this way please, don't let these miscellaneous things spoil the scenery." Yang Fan quickly lowered his body and picked up the hood. No one had notified him that Wen Xi would come here in advance. He couldn't figure out why Wen Xi didn't go to the monitoring room if he wanted to investigate. Or the financial office, but directly went to the Colosseum where the male hormones are too violent?

"Hmm." Wen Xi pursed her lips, and took a glass of iced brandy from a spectator who was motionless in fright, "You don't mind, do you? I'm a little thirsty."

"No...don't mind."

"Thank you." Wen Xi finished drinking with her head up, and then gave the empty glass to the bartender for a refill. She took the black peaked cap handed over by Lao Zhuang, put it on her head lightly, put one hand in her pocket, and put the other in her pocket. A hand holding a wine glass.

She walked over unhurriedly from the crowd, and the group walked backstage protecting Wen Xi just like that.

The backstage was already prepared, and when Wen Xi left, a group of long-legged waitresses walked over to undress and take off her shoes.

"No need." Wen Xi waved her hand, and the sweat dripped down her face. The waitress came over to wipe her forehead, and she waved her hand again, "No need. You all stand back."

She was the only one left in the dressing room.

Wen Xi took a shower casually, applied medicine to the wounds on his body, and then put on the clothes he had when he came. The white shirt was buttoned one by one, and the coat was put on respectfully. , I felt that my shoulders and arms were a little out of control, and when I was applying lipstick in front of the mirror, my arms were trembling slightly.

Sure enough, after stepping off the stage, she no longer acted bravely. Facing the mirror, she pursed her lips.

Her lips were already extremely red in the extreme sports red, and there was no need for lipstick to add color. She raised her hand and wiped off the lipstick. To cover up the smell of medicine, she turned around and sprayed on a little perfume.

She buckled the watch and glanced at the time.

Everything was ready, and when she opened the door again, she turned into Wen Xi who was familiar to those outside the door.

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"Mr. Wen, I have prepared some bouillon and side dishes. Please treat me, sit down for a while before leaving." Yang Fan was very careful, because he really couldn't figure out what Wen Xi's trip was about.This boxing ring has been an old business of the Wen family for decades. The business has declined slightly in the past two years, but he still pays the Wen family the money that should be paid every month on time.

"it is good."

Wen Xi nodded, and the two walked into the elevator. Yang Fanxu was older than Wen Xi. He remembered the first time he saw Wen Xi in this boxing ring when he was a child. Her father brought her here to discuss business.

"this way please."

"Ah."

Wen Xi was still the same as in these years, talking less, after the banquet, with a light drink, Yang Fan gradually became [-]% sure that Wen Xi was just going to the infield to see the current business situation.

"I hope my whim didn't bother you."

"How come. Since Mr. Wen passed away, you have come here often, but you rarely sit for so long like this time. "

Wen Xi put down his chopsticks, Yang Fan lit two cigars and handed one to Wen Xi.

"Ms. Rong used to accompany me here every time. She is getting old and can't see those bloody scenes. In order to take care of her, I can't sit for a long time." Wen Xi took a sip of her cigar, she narrowed her eyes, "...it's you The cigars here are good."

After a boxing session drenched in sweat, Wen Xi was a little tired at this time, but the cigar brought her back to her senses again. She relaxed on the sofa and looked sideways out of the window.

"Smoking less. . . . addictive."

Wen Xi nodded belatedly, took two more puffs and then put it down.

After a while, she started to feel dizzy, but she was very sober again. Yang Fan sat across from her and looked at her carefully from head to toe. After thinking for a long time, he stood up and sat beside her.

"...Wen...Wen Xi."

"Don't bother me. Let me sleep."

Yang Fan stopped talking and took a blanket to cover her body. When she woke up, it was almost dawn.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Yang Fan didn't dare to close his eyes all the time, and quietly watched from the side.

Wen Xi tilted her head and smiled, "Your cigars are useless to me, I'm sleepy after two seconds of high."

"You beat too hard on the stage, and it's lucky that the person who stepped down didn't collapse. Is there any discomfort? I have all the wound medicine here."

"Still a little out of practice. I remember I could last longer."

"Wen Xi, don't do this again next time. Seeing you on stage, I was so frightened that my knees almost went limp. Now it's not the same as before. Only when the audience wants to die will they be satisfied."

"...You haven't called me by my name for a long time. Yang Fan."

Yang Fan curled his lips, "It's private now, so I should still be qualified to call you by your full name. In the past, Ms. Rong was always by your side, so I didn't dare to call you. Even more so in front of outsiders."

Wen Xi nodded, "You drive me somewhere. Is it convenient?"

"Of course....But, you'd better call your fiancé Kong Yuliang to pick you up."

Wen Xi looked at Yang Fan, "...how long have we known each other?"

"I can't remember. We haven't lived many years. What's wrong with you? Is your stepmother embarrassing you again?"

"When will she not make things difficult for me. I..." Wen Xi frowned, "..."

"Don't frown, okay."

Wen Xi smiled, and she stood up, "Don't worry, I won't let Ms. Rong touch you. You don't have to, seeing me is like seeing Lord Hades."

"You are sometimes scarier than Lord Yan."

As if thinking of something, Yang Fan asked hesitantly: "...If you feel unhappy, please tell me. I saw Ms. Rong a few days ago, and she seemed to have a bad complexion."

"........."

"Don't talk if you don't want to. I won't inquire."

Yang Fan took out a square box, opened it casually, and there was a famous watch lying inside, "This is the watch left by your friend Zhuang Mei when we ate at Biyuelou last time. I asked the master to repair it. You work in the same company." , give it back to her for me."

"..." Wen Xi closed the box, sighed softly, "I don't know where the human face is, but Peach Blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze."

"Your friend resigned?"

Wen Xi shook her head, "She...she is leaving, going to Beijing. Just today."

Yang Fan hissed, "It's a pity that she is such a flowery and jade-like person. What is she going to do in the capital? I hate our good girls from the south going to the north the most. Diet and customs are hard to adapt to."

"Yes. I'm not used to living in the capital."

Wen Xi looked indifferent, with a dull smile on her face, "The good girls in the south are going to feed the wolves in the north, how can I still sit here. I'm leaving now. If it's late, I'm afraid this watch won't be delivered to her."

"Then, Miss Zhuang, are you leaving today? Alone, or with someone?"

Wen Xi held the small gift box, "If you want to know so much, I will give you a chance to say goodbye with me, how about it?"

The words turned around, and Yang Fan finally understood that Wen Xi wanted him to go with her to bid farewell to Zhuang Mei. He had the impression of Zhuang Mei's meals, so he was willing to make this trip.

"You didn't ask me, why didn't I call you Yuliang?"

"You look for him on serious occasions, but of course you have to look for me on indecent occasions... Eh? Is there something shameful about it? You want me to light a lamp for you."

While the two were talking, the car drove into the tunnel, and Wen Xi clasped his hands together and smiled, "Can you show me the way... But... there is no way, there is clearly no way."