Knowing that Li Shuru must be embarrassed, Jiang Chen, being her thoughtful boyfriend, didn’t stay ho with Tanki Liuli.
Ti is a good redy for awkwardness.
It’s better to et less often these days if possible.
So to avoid running into Li Shuru when she cos ho from work, Boss Jiang took the Taoist nun sister out to watch a show.
Mmm.
The kind that’s quite explosive.
Underground black boxing.
Isn’t that explosive enough?
Once upon a ti, when he first ca here, as a "rookie" young lad, watching the bloody fights in the Octagonal Cage gave Jiang Chen a considerable shock to his world view.
Back then, he never imagined there would be such a brutal sport in the world.
Of course.
He had indeed heard about it in news anecdotes, but that was abroad, and even the black boxing abroad probably wasn’t this dangerous.
He has witnessed with his own eyes that people can actually die on this platform.
Ti flies.
Boss Jiang has been through a lot, and now he can sit here calmly.
Back then, he was accompanied by Bai Haoran, but now, he can even calmly introduce it to Tanki Liuli sitting beside him.
"Aside from not being able to use weapons, inside that cage, you can use any ans to strike your opponent—that’s unlimited fighting. In unlimited fighting, accidents are inevitable, so before getting in, each contestant must ntally prepare themselves. Besides, because of the high risks, participants generally have strong confidence in their abilities."
"Losing might be miserable, but winning also cos with considerable rewards. A few wins here could achieve a lifeti of financial security. That’s why many foreigners co to sign up."
At this ti, the two contenders in the Octagonal Cage are not locals.
One looks Southeast Asian, with yellow skin and black hair, small but lean, while the other is a typical white person, big and burly.
A longer reach is stronger, a shorter reach is riskier.
Like weapons, different body types have their own advantages and disadvantages, in the gloomy and oppressive Octagonal Cage, the petite Southeast Asian is very agile due to his size, with nimble footwork and tricksy punches that often hit the target.
But due to the sa body type issue, even after multiple hits, the tough-skinned white person seems unfazed, with incredible resilience, giving the impression of an assassin facing a heavily armored warrior—agile and nimble assassin, hard to catch for the heavy warrior, but once caught, the outco could be quite tragic.
"Who do you think will win?"
Jiang Chen asked while watching the match.
The existence is reasonable.
Such a dangerous boxing match has its reasons for existing and being highly favored.
Look at the surrounding roaring cheers and the heated atmosphere.
What is the top sport in the civilized surface world?
Soccer.
But the thrill of soccer is nowhere near comparable to this black boxing.
Most people watching soccer aren’t just soccer enthusiasts; a significant portion are gamblers, but soccer can have match-fixing, which doesn’t happen here.
No one would risk disability or even death for a fake match, so not only can it provide the audience with a visual and ntal thrill, the gambling system similar to other sports allows the audience to deeply participate in the match, and the key is that it’s absolutely fair and just.
It’s no wonder such matches are favored by the rich.
"Nice hit!"
In a short ti, the Southeast Asian hit the white person several tis again, choosing vicious spots, attacking the waist and ribs, but the white person seed like an indestructible monster, only staggering, never falling.
The supporters on both sides kept cheering enthusiastically.
In the darkness, no one can see who is who; only the rawest human nature is raging.
"The white person."
Tanki Liuli calmly provided her answer, performing much better than Jiang Chen did on his first visit.
Regarding her judgnt, Jiang Chen would not have any doubts, even if the clumsy white seed to be in a passive, beaten position.
He took out his phone to check the odds.
The odds on both sides were quite similar, but the white person was slightly higher at 1.2, while the Southeast Asian was at 1.
It’s about participation.
Since he’s here, it’s mainly to add so fun.
Just as Jiang Chen was about to place his bet with his phone, he suddenly stopped and looked up.
"Are you sure you saw clearly?"
Previously, he could completely trust the Taoist nun sister, but now.
She’s learned to be bad.
He didn’t doubt her judgnt, but Jiang Chen was worried that the increasingly normal Taoist nun might intentionally set a trap for him.
"The betting threshold here is high, and wins and losses are no small matter. If you lose, there might be no snacks for a while."
To guard against intentional mischief from the other party, Jiang Chen gave a reminder.
Of course.
It seed more like a threat.
But such a thod of threat, no snacks, could it be any more childish?
Whether it’s a black cat or a white cat, the one that catches mice is a good cat.
Childish or not doesn’t matter, as long as it works.
With Tanki Liuli, it seems hard to find a more effective way.
Sure enough, Jiang Chen wasn’t being overly worried, nor was he small-minded. Upon hearing there might be no snacks, Tanki Liuli imdiately changed her tune.
"The white person will lose."
Alright then.
A supplentary statent.
Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated, confirming: "Will he lose or win?"
Looking at the brutal Octagonal Cage, Tanki Liuli actually switched her advice again.
"Win."
Jiang Chen was speechless.
But it was understandable.
In unlimited fighting, with no script, the situation could change instantly, and one mistake could be seized by the opponent, turning the tide and losing the match.
User Comments
0 comments from readers