Chapter 805 My Name Is Zheng Xia, the Hero of the Knight (I)

Ten years ago, in the capital of Yun Province, in an underground boxing gym.

The light was dim, with only a few creaking and swaying chandeliers barely illuminating the boxing ring. The surroundings were not completely dark, but the only difference from complete darkness was the countless pairs of shining eyes under the boxing ring.

The air here was filled with a mixture of sour sweat, cheap tobacco and alcohol. It was so stuffy that ordinary people who had just come in would immediately feel uncontrollable suffocation when they took a breath.

The boxing ring in the center of the boxing gym was surrounded by four iron pillars, and the iron pillars were surrounded by iron wires as thick as thumbs, forming a net. The iron pillars and wires were rusty, and if you looked closely, there were still many bloodstains on them.

The boxing ring was filled with crazy people, holding bottles and shouting recklessly, cheering for the heavy blows of the boxers they bet on, and then cursing loudly and unceremoniously because of the boxers' occasional mistakes and beatings.

In just a few seconds, they can go back thousands of years, from the eighteenth generation of ancestors to the eighteenth generation of descendants.

Of course, there are also people who don't have this historical cultivation, so they directly assert that the boxer's son has no asshole. Although the words are unpleasant, if you count carefully, they only curse two generations. In the underground boxing gym, such a restrained way of speaking can be regarded as a gentleman.

On the second floor a little further away, some middle-aged people in decent clothes, holding cash or betting tickets in their hands, gathered in groups of three or five, staring at the boxing ring intently, and the communication between them was also quiet and fast, for fear of missing even a second of the intersection between the two boxers on the field.

In the inner room separated by a wall, a bald fat man wearing a black leather jacket, biting a small cigar that was much thinner than an ordinary cigar, looked at the screen coldly.

The thin man won, which was an upset, and he made a lot of money.

The strong man won, the odds were extremely low, but he could still make some money.

The dealer basically would not lose money unless he encountered a cop who broke the game or he went out to gamble.

The whole boxing gym, with so many people, at this moment, all their minds were on the boxing ring.

Bang!

The two boxers on the boxing ring pounced on each other like fighting dogs, and both sides were punching each other's heads desperately.

Obviously, this energy-consuming fighting style was not suitable for the thin man. Within half a minute, the thin man could only passively retract his fists to block in front of him and was beaten by the opponent.

When being beaten, the thin man was hit on the chin by the opponent's right hook, which was not standard but obviously powerful. Under the lights, the thin man spurted out a stream of saliva from his mouth, and then his body slid down softly against the ropes.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly boiled up, and the cheers from the whole hall were endless.

The strong man raised his hands triumphantly, like a victorious general in ancient times, facing the audience outside, and circled around the edge of the boxing ring.

When passing in front of the thin man, the strong man still maintained a flamboyant attitude, but he never thought that the thin man, who had recovered, slightly opened his half-closed eyes, and then kicked the middle-aged boxer in the crotch.

When the opponent was in a trance, the thin man used his legs to jump up from the ground, and hit the opponent's nose with his hard forehead.

Not surprisingly, the middle-aged boxer with a strong body was stunned in an instant, and fell hard on the boxing ring, with the back of his head on the ground, and he was no longer conscious.

Then, the thin man pulled the ropes behind him and slowly stood up.

The noise in the ring first stopped like a broken speaker, and then suddenly burst into the most intense and violent noise of the night.

Screams, curses and cheers mixed together to form a huge wave of sound.

"Damn! Cheating! Cheating!"

"This guy lost! You dare to attack!"

"You bastard, you still have the nerve to stand on the stage?"

The audience, who were red-eyed with gambling, waved their bottles and cash wildly. Glass bottles kept flying over the iron cage into the ring, banging at the feet of the thin man who was still standing on the stage.

Some debris hit the thin man in the gap, but he didn't dodge, just stood there stupidly, gasping for breath.

The shaky thin man didn't raise his hands like the previous victorious boxers, enjoying the cheers and admiration that the winner should have.

He just looked down at the sturdy boxer who was defeated by him and lying motionless on the ground through his eyes that had already turned red. He looked lonely, as if he was the loser.

The thin man even forgot to wipe the blood that soaked half of his head.

At this time, a middle-aged referee who looked like a dog appeared from nowhere. He wore a white shirt, a black suit, and a flowered tie. He stepped over the boxer who was lying on the ground without even looking at him. He ran to the thin man and raised his left hand.

The thin man, who had already overdrawn his strength, was led to a crooked shape by the referee with a traitor's hair. However, his eyes were still firmly fixed on the boxer lying on the ground. He wondered why the other party had no reaction at all, and why the organizers didn't carry him down for treatment.

Until he was taken away from the ring by the crowd like a star, the thin man still didn't notice the stretcher at the scene.

In the next room, the bald fat man smiled slightly, exhaled a long smoke ring, and a trace of satisfaction and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, if we judge him as the winner, will it affect the reputation of our boxing market?" A subordinate standing behind the bald fat man asked doubtfully.

"Black boxing, what are the rules? No matter what method he uses, the one who can stand to the end is the winner." The bald fat man explained sternly, but he was thinking in his heart: idiot, don't even use your brain to calculate, how much can we earn from this upset?

"Bring him here." The bald fat man tilted his head slightly and ordered.

"Yes."

The young man left quickly, and a few minutes later, he returned to the office with the winning thin man.

The thin man's eyes were vague, and the blood on his head and body had been wiped clean, but he was still shirtless and wearing shorts from the game, with a few blood spots on his shorts.

"Call the boss!" The young man standing next to him shouted at the thin man with a stern attitude. Obviously, this newly victorious boxer was nothing in their eyes, just a poker card on the gambling table.

"It's okay, it's okay. The young man just finished the game and hasn't recovered yet, haha."

The bald fat man was amiable. He stood up and walked to the side of the thin man, pulled him to sit down, and said in a friendly way: "I remember your registered name is, Masked Knight? It has a bit of our Jianghu flavor."

The thin man did not comment and did not speak.

The bald fat man did not care about the thin man's attitude. No matter what, if he can make money for him, he is a noble person and should be treated well.

Although this kind of person can only help him make a month's money at most, but that is also money, isn't it?

Why say a month or so, the strong man lying on the boxing ring now is the explanation.

The audience's boredom and dislike of old boxers is one thing. But the boxer himself cannot accept his own failure, whether it is physically or psychologically, that is another matter.

"Knight Knight." The bald fat man seemed to be curious about the nickname of the thin man, and he kept thinking about his self-proclaimed unique explanation, "You fight in black boxing, which is actually a form of robbing the rich to help the poor."

"Hmm?" The thin man tilted his head slightly and glanced at the shiny head sitting next to him, his face full of confusion.

Seeing that he finally attracted the other party's attention, the bald fat man grinned and said, "Look, most of these people who come to gamble on boxing don't have much money. They are lazy, lazy, and their brains are not bright. If you ask them to go to work and make money in society, how much money can they make?"

As he said, he tapped the coffee table with his fingers, and once again said sternly and righteously: "Only here can we provide them with a place to turn over a small amount of money."

After a pause, the dealer who made a lot of money in the black market boxing swallowed his saliva and said decisively: "And it is absolutely fair and just."