Chapter 1103. Arena or Madhouse?

Chapter 1103: Arena or madhouse?

Boris said: "If you want to earn a lot of money, you have to challenge the boxing champion that night. The challenge of this new guy will stimulate the odds, and the appearance fee is also very considerable, but the mortality rate is also the highest."

But then he added: "Of course, for Mr. Fang, this situation does not exist. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is your strength.

If you are willing to give up, I am considering whether to put all my wealth on you. "

Fang Yang joked: "Then you have to give me a commission! Fighting is very hard."

While they were joking, the car stopped outside a building that looked like an opera house. Boris bought the ticket and entered the infield.

Through the thick door panel, you can vaguely hear crazy shouts coming from inside. When we actually walked inside, a heat wave hit the sky.

The air was filled with the stench of sweat, alcohol, women's perfume, and a faint smell of blood. With so many mixed flavors mixed together, it is more difficult to stir up the original impulse and make people crazy.

Coupled with the deafening shouts and curses in his ears, Fang Yang was very uncomfortable: "Damn, is this a gladiatorial arena or a lunatic asylum?"

Boris's eyes also gleamed: "This is the greatest and most exciting sport, a battle between real men! Come on, my friend, you will like it here."

Fang Yang was somewhat thankful that he had good adaptability. After finding a seat, he gradually adapted to the environment here.

They were sitting in ordinary seats, surrounded by ordinary people. They were twisting and waving wildly with every attack of the boxers fighting life and death on the ring in the middle.

There were even some well-dressed women who openly tore their clothes, their faces flushed with excitement.

Fang Yang shook his head and looked at the two boxers in the field. Their attacks are very direct and effective, punching to the flesh, and their attack power and resistance to blows are very powerful.

However, in Fang Yang's eyes, this has no technical content at all. But it must also be admitted that such a fight can arouse the wildness in people's hearts.

Boris called the orderer, exchanged a few words briefly, and then bought Hong Fang Sheng for US$100,000. Because it was an upset, after it was over, I easily earned nearly 150,000 yuan!

Fang Yang couldn't help but sigh: "This thing makes money really fast, it's almost like picking up money from the ground."

Boris has gotten better and talked more: "The main reason why underground boxing is attractive is that it does not have so many restrictions.

What is valued here is strength, but here, the mortality rate is more than 70%! The remaining 30% were basically seriously injured and paralyzed, and few people could escape unscathed.

So in our place, this is called the contest between warriors, and you can see with your own eyes how popular it is. There are no requirements for players, anyone can play. "

Fang Yang was a little surprised: "Anyone can come? Isn't this too ridiculous?"

"So, it is this uncertainty that makes him more popular, and it is basically impossible for anything shady to happen. Is Mr. Fang interested in going up for a fight?"

Boris is extremely optimistic about Fang Yang's skills: "I believe that with Mr. Fang's strength, there will be no problem in winning the title of boxing champion."

"Are you trying to use me as a cash cow?" Fang Yang directly revealed his little plan: "If you make money, I want to share it equally!"

Boris agreed generously: "No problem! As long as Mr. Fang ends up, it will really be like picking up money, and you will definitely make money without losing it!"

Fang Yang watched another scene: "Do you have any requirements?"

Boris said: "It's very simple. Just go to the organizer to register, sign a liability exemption agreement, pay a certain deposit according to the opponent you choose, and you can play."

Fang Yang understood and asked: "I am a player, why do I need to pay a deposit?"

Boris explained: “This is also for insurance purposes. If a game is arranged for you and you suddenly withdraw from the game, wouldn’t the bookmaker who issued the odds lose a lot?

Of course, you don’t have to worry about your money being cheated. After you successfully complete the game, the money will be returned to me, of course provided that you are still alive;

Another way is to bet on yourself to win. Then your deposit will be calculated as a bet, which is suitable for you. "

Fang Yang also wanted to exercise: "It sounds quite tempting... Come with me and have a look. I wonder if there are any stronger opponents."

Hearing that Fang Yang wanted to leave, Boris became even more excited: "Of course! There are players of all levels to choose from here.

As long as there are enough highlights to support the odds, no one has trouble with money. It is said that there seems to be a demon king here who has thirty wins. I wonder if he will appear today. "

Soon, the two came to the registration office, and Fang Yang used the pseudonym King Kong. The clerk didn't ask any questions at all. After registering, he handed him a list:

"Here are the challenge opponents who can appear today, followed by the corresponding performance rating and deposit amount. You can pick them and I can arrange them."

Boris read to Fang Yang one by one, and the last one said: "Big Demon King, thirty-one wins, Class A, deposit of 5 million M!"

Fang Yang felt a little surprised: "Thirty-one wins, only rated A?"

It's no wonder he has such thoughts. The mortality rate here is really too high. Not to mention remaining undefeated for thirty-one games, it is already quite difficult to survive.

Boris replied: "Yes, you have to win at least fifty games in a row to be rated S-level. If you win more than 100 games in a row, you are rated SS-level! But there are no S-level boxers here today."

Fang Yang thought for a while: "Then let's arrange this big devil. Thirty-one consecutive victories, so far exactly thirty-two games. Three long and two short. It seems that God will bless me in this game."

"Okay." Boris told the clerk directly. The clerk was stunned. Then he raised his head and looked at Fang Yang carefully, and asked in English: "Are you sure you want to challenge the big devil?"

Fang Yang replied: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Out of responsibility and business, the clerk reminded: "You can think clearly, if you go to the stage and sign the life and death certificate, there will be no turning back!

By the way, let me tell you the truth, not one of the thirty-one opponents before Da Mo Wu left the stage alive! "

Fang Yang said politely: "Thank you for your kindness. Please help me with the procedures. This is my card. Just bet on myself!"

The clerk took a deep look at Fang Yang and said nothing more. Have money and be confident!

But it seems that people like this were not uncommon in the past. Where are they now? It seems that the grass on the grave is as tall as a person, right?

The clerk lowered his head and quickly completed the formalities: "Your game is the last one! There will be a notice then. Please wait in the lounge specially prepared for the players."

Fang Yang and Boris took the deed, and someone took them to a single room. Fang Yang looked around:

"Leather sofa, wide view, drinks and delicious food. I didn't expect the players to be treated so well? I have to come more often."

Boris hit him and said: "That's because the mortality rate in this industry is too high. I want everyone to live a happier life in the last part of their lives."