Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 462 Black Fist

  There are both black and white in any place. Even Macau where the gaming industry is allowed to operate legally, there will actually be places where it is contaminated.

There are various rules and regulations in the decent fighting field, and there are also high insurance claims, and the selection of people is more stringent. This in a large part cuts off the money of some wicked people and curbs the pursuit of more exciting experiences. Gambler.

  So the black fist was born.

   "I am very optimistic about the players in this period. The opponent has won four games in a row. If I have money in this round, I will definitely be able to win it back." Zhang Quan hinted by rubbing his hands next to him, with greed in his eyes.

It is a pity that Qin Qing is not really an eighteen-year-old girl, nor does she intend to accept this cheap brother. She walked into the boxing gym by herself. After passing through the formal training ground, she opened the secret door and felt the enthusiasm in the boxing field. Atmosphere.

  Zhang Quan watched the girl find her way by car. He was still a little bit murmured for a while, but he couldn't see how the quiet girl would have contact with this kind of mixed place.

The boxing gym, which can accommodate nearly a thousand people, is full of seats. Unlike watching chess on the gambling table, men and women in all positions stood up and shouted for the contestants on the field. The sound in the closed ring space converged into huge waves and shocked. Ears faint.

  The two sides fighting on the stage have come to an end, and the two sides with huge differences in physical strength have no suspense in terms of force. This is a perverted fight of unilateral tyrannical players, which caters to gamblers who like to abuse.

   "Okay, our strong player won this round." The referee raised the arm of the sturdy player on the stage, stepping on the mottled blood under his feet with a passionate expression.

  The player who was carried down has fallen into a severe coma, and the blood is sparsely stretched from the ground to the direction of the backstage, no one cares about his life or death.

  In the underground market, there are no rules and no restrictions. As long as you stand on stage, you are alive or dead.

  Of course, the odds are also higher than those of regular venues.

   While shouting and cheering in unison, Zhang Quan also waited for his favorite boxer, a thin young man in his twenties and sixties, dressed in a casual punk outfit, and it was not difficult to feel the strength of the opponent under his black leather jacket.

   "Ahhh, God of War, you are so handsome, I like you so much, you must win!"

  "God of War, come on! God of War, the world is invincible!"

  ……

  Compared to the big guy just now, there were more admiring voices in the shock and screams of more female fans in the stadium. In addition to money, there were a lot of roses on the stage.

It's a pity that the man in the black jacket didn't even look at it. He just crushed the flowers under his feet. A pair of eyes arrogantly passed the audience, and the powerful aura immediately suppressed all the sounds.

The organizer came to the stage to clean up the venue, and then solemnly introduced: "This is the fifth battle of the God of War for three consecutive days. As long as today, he will be able to break the record and become the rookie king of the boxing gym. The rate will also increase by three times, so please bet and wait and see!"

With a big wave, the heads of both sides and extremely high odds were shot on the big screen surrounded by all sides in mid-air. With the operation of the betting machine in each spectator's hand, the amount of bet on God of War grew wildly at an astonishing speed. .

  The soaring situation is like a urging signal that can infect everyone in the field.

Zhang Quan's eyes were red at this time, his expression was slightly sullen and honest: "Sister, I beg you, no, if I lend you, you can give me a little first. I promise to win this round. You give me first. Ten thousand, no, fifty thousand."

  His fingers changed from one to five. He was thirsty and greedy like a traveler looking for water in the desert. As long as the girl in front of him didn't agree, he would jump up and beat people in a rage in the next second.

  In fact, he does. When he was a child, he watched his mother being beaten, and his subconscious adoration of power. Later, when he came into contact with black fist, his inability to extricate himself also proved his tendency to violence.

"Yes." Qin Qing nodded unexpectedly, but before Zhang Quan's mouth had time to raise the arc of joy, she pointed to the place of the boxing ring, and said lightly, "As long as you go down, Fight him."

Zhang Quan's beating heart suddenly stopped for a second, and then the whole person jumped up, "What are you talking about? What a joke, that's the God of War, who can beat me to death with any punch. How could I go up and win? he?"

  He has been paying close attention to the God of War for so long, how can he not know the opponent's strength.

"You don't need to win, as long as you stand up for more than a minute, you can surrender at any time." Qin Qing generously put forward a generous offer, and finally stretched out a finger and smiled faintly: "One million, after the thing is done, I will give you a million."

one million.

  Even if the average salary per capita reaches eight thousand, it will take ten years to earn one million. If you exclude the consumption, it may be wealth that many people cannot fully possess in a lifetime.

   "You, do you have so much money?" Zhang Quan could almost hear the sound of his saliva, but in his heart he still couldn't believe that a girl with no hair could have so much wealth.

   "If you can run, the monk can't run to the temple, I don't have to lie to you." Qin Qing reminded him of the current situation of living under the same roof, and continued to turn his face to watch the match on the ring, as if the proposal was accepted or not.

  But the more she was like this, the more unwilling Zhang Quan was. The monster named Gu Qianwang in his heart dashed against the rising numbers on the big screen, smashing the gate of reason, and finally shattering it completely.

   "I promise you." Zhang Quan hearted, gritted his teeth and said: "If I find that you lie to me, I won't let you go."

  After that, he took a deep breath, got into the crowd as if afraid that he would escape in the next second, and quickly rushed to the backstage.

  Qin Qing stood at the highest point and looked down at his tiny figure as he walked further and farther, and the corners of her lips slowly conjured up an elegant curve.

   There is a saying very well, people who like to resort to violence, the best way to restrain them is to let them become victims.

  Boom.

   "Ah!" Accompanied by a scream, the two-meter-high white man on the ring broke his arm, removed his chin, and fell on the floor and vomited blood.

The young man standing next to him wore a black jacket with short ink-colored hair and sword eyebrows. His dark eyes were taunting. After wiping the blood on the man’s pants, he turned his head and looked at the tall stands. A certain commanding height focused, and then showed a puzzled expression.

  The moment he was on stage, he could clearly feel a look on him.

  Different from the fanaticism of other spectators, that line of sight is calm and playful, and even a little bad.

  (End of this chapter)