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

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

But this is the first time for an underground arena with a dark and chaotic style like this one.

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

As soon as Tu Fu walked in, he was surrounded by turbid air, and then the picture full of philosophy that he had just seen appeared, the hot-eyed 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 sour 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, but 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 immediately when you put your hand on it. The drinks sold are mainly low-grade rum of 1 to 2 pennies.

Even the guard at the front desk is only a little old man in a dirty shirt and a certain brown deerstalker hat, and his shrewd eyes are on every guest who comes in from here.

"Ha, Billy, this is the clubhouse 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 counter cough lightly, "The rule here is to order at least one glass of wine 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 the old gentleman wearing a deerstalker hat said leisurely, "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 show 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 must have forgotten this rule."

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

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

Glancing at Billy, who was not doing well, he was still arguing that it wasn't his first time here, and he was asking the other party to save face.

If a guy with no emotional intelligence like this continues to fight, he will be kicked out sooner or later.

Tu Fu sighed and walked towards the front desk in a sophisticated way, 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 bastard 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 over 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, 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 always hold back before accepting clients."

Old Muller raised his deerstalker cap lightly, and made a joke full of pornography indifferently: "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 pictures of rotten lungs in such 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 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?"

"Josen, beat him, beat him!"

"This is the most boring game I've ever 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.

With 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 scolding camp, and followed everyone in shouting the extremely high slogan of "contains mother's 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 erotic taverns are extremely complete. It is said that there is even a gay tavern called Big Bird.

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

While opposing violence, people 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 fight of the fighters, he did not see the brutal murderous boxing that he had 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 contradiction, rather than fighting, it is better to say that they are beating each other.

"Sir, is this your first time here?"

Old Muller, 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 civilized people who love peace. .”

"Oh?"

Tu Fu, who heard this kind of 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 in the fighting process, no head hitting, no eye poking, no crotch kicking, and no weapons."

This rule explained by the old Muller is very common, and it is explicitly prohibited in almost any fighting game.

"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, stopped, and slapped the ground to admit defeat during the fighting, then the fighting It must be terminated anyway."

"Even pretending?"

"Even if it's pretend."

The 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."

In fact, 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!"

When 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 the victory.

But as the old Muller said, the beatings of the participants are quite civilized.

At the end of the fight, each side began 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 just to vent his emotions.

After getting a beating or beating someone else, the resentment in my heart naturally dissipated without a trace.

"Maybe this is a good opportunity."

Tu Fu's eyes couldn't help but start to shine. He seemed 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 without a purpose at any time.

"Want to have a game?"

"Even though you said that, as a civilized person, I still can't accept such a barbaric walk." Tu Fu still had some concerns.

"Undeniable."

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

free?

Tu Fu nodded slowly, seeing the pair fighting next to him, he took off his upper body clothes as he walked over,

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