I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 36 The Game of Civilized Man

  Since coming to Leeds, Tu Fu has been to many pubs.

  But this is the first time for an underground arena with a dark style and chaotic order like the one in front of us.

  Following Billy to the street of the entertainment club in Puton District, after turning around countless times, he finally came to a basement.

   As soon as he walked in, Tu Fu was surrounded by turbid air, and then the picture full of philosophical atmosphere he had just seen appeared, the hot eye scene of men on top of men, and men on the left and right.

   This is an underground boxing ring with an area of ​​about two hundred square meters. It exudes a mixture of low-grade alcohol and the smell of sweat, which stimulates your senses all the time.

   I don't know whether it is to deliberately create a dark atmosphere or to save fuel for coal-burning lamps. Only a few rings next to the central area are illuminated.

  The wooden bar at the entrance is old and black, and you can feel a sticky touch as soon as you put your hand on it. The drinks sold are mainly low-grade rum of 1~2 pennies.

   Even the guard at the front desk is only a little old man in a dirty shirt and a certain brown deer hunting cap. His shrewd eyes are on every guest who comes in from here.

   "Ha, Billy, this is the clubhouse that you told me is exciting, passionate, and exciting?" Tu Fu gritted his teeth fiercely. He seriously suspected that Billy was maliciously retaliating against him.

   "Hey, is there anything more blood-fueled and exciting than a one-on-one duel between two men."

   "Two women."

  Billy's excited look didn't seem to be fake, "Look, it's super cool here, you will never regret coming here to watch the show."

   After finishing speaking, he took Tu Fu's hand and prepared to walk towards the two men who were dueling in the middle of the crowd.

  At this time, I heard the grizzled and dirty old man sitting on the bar cough lightly, "The rule here is to order at least one drink before you can enter."

   "Of course, I understand." It was obviously not the first time Billy came here, and he carefully took out 4 pennies from his pocket and prepared to hand them out.

   "Two glasses of rum..."

  But I heard the old gentleman wearing a deerstalker say slowly, "But recently there is a law in Leeds that prohibits minors from selling alcohol."

Apparently, Billy's outstretched hand stopped for a moment, and he looked at the Tu Fu behind him who was curling his lips. The face-saving Billy became hard-hearted, and his voice became low, "Hey, old Muller, it's the first time I'm bringing a friend here. My face."

   "Of course I have to give you face, kid."

  The white-haired old man called "Old Muller" changed his mouth into an "oh" shape, but sneered indifferently: "It is forbidden to talk about things here to outsiders. You have forgotten this rule."

  Seeing that the two people at the front desk were arguing and getting angry, Tu Fu didn't plan to stay any longer.

  From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two people on the ring in the middle, punching each other methodically, their noses and faces were bruised from the beating, so they wanted to stay here and watch for a while longer.

  Glanced at Billy, who was not good at things, he was still arguing that it wasn't his first time here, and he wanted to save face from the other party.

  If a guy with such no EQ continues to fight, he will be kicked out sooner or later.

  Tu Fu sighed and walked to the front desk very experienced, tapped the bar, "Give me two glasses..."

   "I just said that I won't sell any alcohol to children like you, go home and drink milk beer."

  Old Mueller didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and directly rejected Tu Fu's proposal.

   "Two cups of Nightrose."

  When Tu Fu mentioned the name of the wine, the eyes of the old Muller who had his own principles lit up, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Oh, sir, it's a pleasure to serve you."

  The old guy at the bar instantly changed from a rational **** to a reasonable one.

   "Why is that?" Billy couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only look at Tu Fu in puzzlement.

   "The average price of Ye Rose is one pool." Tu Fu took the wine glass handed by Old Muller with a calm expression.

   Selling high-priced drinks, the salesperson can get a higher commission.

  Billy exclaimed, and looked at his companion curiously, as if saying that he didn't realize that you were so rich. .

   "You lost to me." Tu Fu smiled and said, "So I should thank you for your generosity."

  Billy glared angrily at the old gentleman who was laughing with him, and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Old Muller, didn't you just say that the Leeds government prohibits businesses from selling alcohol to minors."

   "Putton prostitutes are always reserved before accepting customers."

  Old Muller lightly raised his deerstalker hat, and casually made a joke full of pornography: "But after talking about the price, it doesn't prevent them from working harder in sports."

   For the same reason, a line of reminders that smoking is harmful to health will be marked on the skin of all cigarettes sold for smokers.

  It would be better to put a few photos of rotten lungs if this kind of soft and harmless words.

  After getting the admission pass, Billy couldn't wait to beckon Tu Fu to get closer together, but the closer he was to the center of the crowd, the more difficult it was for the sour smell of sweat to move forward.

  There were people fighting each other in the surrounding arenas, but what attracted the most attention was the duel between the two big men in the central area.

  A group of spectators surrounded the two people in the center of the ring, cheering for the two inside with excitement and enthusiasm.

   "Fraser, are you bored, bastard?"

   "Joseon, beat him, beat him!"

   "This is the most boring game I've seen today, why don't you let me go up."

   Surrounding the dark surroundings of the underground tavern, the guests who came here held the wooden wine glasses they bought when they entered the venue, and yelled frantically at the two players who were competing, creating a lively discussion atmosphere for the deserted underground tavern.

   Take the mother as the center, the father as the radius, and the 18th generation of ancestors as the circle of scolding.

   Even people who are not angry can't help but get angry when they hear it.

  Even Billy joined the yelling camp, and followed everyone in shouting the extremely high slogan of "mom content".

   "Underground black boxing arena?"

  Tu Fu is no stranger to this. Although the entertainment industry in Leeds is not rich, the industries such as boxing, gambling and even **** pubs are extremely complete. It is said that there is even a **** pub called Zhuan Zhuan Big Bird.

   Such a lively boxing ring, unless it is a life-and-death fight tainted with money and blood.

  While people oppose violence, they always like to cheer for violent games.

  Tu Fu looked intently at the ring. If this is the case, then reporting it to his uncle should be a big credit.

  When he carefully observed the Fighter's match, he didn't see the brutal murderous boxing he imagined. Instead, the moves and movements of the two people involved were normal.

   Even, it is so simple that people feel that the behavior is primitive.

   You come and I punch and punch, hit the face, hit the body.

  Despite the bruises on his face, he has always maintained a gentleman's movements, abiding by the rules of boxing without dirty tricks, but his movements seem unprofessional.

  In the fiery atmosphere, this kind of rough and simple beating seems to be a contradictory body. Rather than fighting, it is better to say that they are beating each other.

   "Sir, is this your first time here?"

Old Mueller, who had just earned a commission, had a smile on his old face, "Don't feel confused, because we are a fight club here, and the participants are all peace-loving civilized people, even if you fight, you still have to be decent. .”

"Oh?"

  Tu Fu, who heard this statement for the first time, had a flash of surprise on his expression, "Is it any different from ordinary fighting sports?"

   “First of all, only arms, legs and feet are allowed to be used during fighting. Head hitting, eye poking, crotch kicking, and weapons are not allowed.”

  The rule explained by the old Muller is very common, and it is clearly prohibited in almost any fighting competition.

   "Why take off your shirt and shoes?"

  Tu Fu raised his doubts.

   "More than that, watches and rings are forbidden to be carried during fighting, so as not to be damaged during the beating. After a fight, the shirt can cover the wound. Gentlemen have to continue their normal lives after returning home."

When the old Muller introduced the rules, he waved two punches to the front, and said with a chuckle: "Once you enter the field, there is no time limit for fighting. But for the sake of safety, if one side is hit, called to stop, and slaps the ground to admit defeat during the fighting, then the fighting It must be terminated anyway."

   "Even if it's just pretending?"

   "Even if it's just pretending."

  Old Muller clearly talked about the rules here, "Sir, as I said, the people who come to participate in the competition are all decent and civilized people, so it is even more necessary to abide by such rules."

  Actually, after he came here, he noticed that the participants in this underground tavern were mostly rude workers from the lower classes and hooligans on the street.

   But there are also some onlookers wearing expensive suits. If even these people can be called decent civilized people, the quality of Baia's people will probably be improved several levels immediately.

"boom!"

  While the two were still discussing the rules, the fight that was still going on in the middle ended with the unlucky Qiao Sen being knocked down, and the other side automatically won.

   But as the old Muller said, the participants were fairly civilized when they were beaten.

   At the end of the fight, each side begins to thank the other.

   After putting on his clothes again, he showed a happy smile and walked out of the tavern.

   He didn't care about winning or losing at all, as if it was purely for venting emotions.

  After being beaten or beaten by others, the resentment in my heart naturally dissipated without a trace.

   "Perhaps this is a good opportunity."

  Tu Fu's eyes couldn't help but start to shine. He seems to have found a way to digest the adventurer's potion. For a brave man, it is definitely a good choice to have a free fight with no purpose at any time.

   "Want to have a game?"

   "Despite what you say, as a civilized person, I still cannot accept such barbaric behavior." Tu Fu still had some concerns.

   "Undeniable."

  After introducing all the above-mentioned rules, the old Muller said slowly: "But fortunately, everything involved in fighting sports is free."

free?

  Tu Fu nodded slowly, seeing the fight between the next couple, he took off his upper body clothes as he walked over,

   "To tell you the truth, sir, in fact, I have always wanted to challenge my weakness."

  (end of this chapter)