Police Chen Shu

A week later.

It was still the same shabby underground boxing gym, but the original iron cage boxing ring had disappeared, replaced by a completely cleared cement floor.

The gamblers who were supposed to be crowded on the side were nowhere to be seen either, only a camera supported by a tripod was placed in the four directions of the cement floor, east, west, south and north.

The four red dots, like the eyes of the ruthless god of death, stared at the center of the boxing gym.

In the small room next door, Li Xia quietly looked at his opponent who was a few steps away from him.

The boxer looked quite thin in terms of physique, and after taking off his clothes, he looked even thinner, thinner than Li Xia. But he was very skilled in wrapping the hand straps, one by one, and finished wrapping them in a blink of an eye, then walked to the side of the rack where a series of boxing gloves were placed, carefully selecting them one by one.

After a moment, he bent down to pick up a boxing glove, blew off the dust on it, and put it on.

Li Xia asked in confusion: "Dude, isn't it a bare-knuckle fight today? Why are you wearing gloves?"

The guy, who looked thinner than Li Xia, looked up at Li Xia and smiled: "You don't have to wear them, I'll wear them."

When Li Xia heard this, he was stunned on the spot.

In terms of lethality alone, the difference between wearing gloves and not wearing gloves is extremely huge. In a normal boxing match, boxers can usually fight back and forth for eight or nine rounds.

But if both sides take off their gloves and start fighting, the fight will basically end in a few minutes. The reason is that a fist without gloves is particularly heavy, so heavy that it can make people lose their fighting power instantly, or even suffer serious physical injuries.

"This" Li Xia was about to ask, but the guy had already walked out of the locker room quickly.

"What are you chasing after? You don't even know your own weight." The young man who worked for the boxing gym was leaning against the wall by the door, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said contemptuously, "With your mediocre skills, why do you think people will fight bare-knuckle with you?"

"Pah."

The young man spat on the ground and staggered out of the corridor: "Hurry up, finish early, and I'll go to eat supper early."

Li Xia was silent.

He didn't believe that the other party would be merciful and let him go. This was all money, gambling money that could be piled up like a mountain.

But Li Xia walked to the boxing glove rack where the man had stood before and looked down.

The gloves in the first row were the lightest, 8 ounces, the standard gloves for black market boxing, and the equipment that was replaced most frequently here. They were basically brand new.

The gloves in the second row were slightly heavier, 10 to 14 ounces. The heavier the gloves, the lower the lethality, and they were mainly used for warm-up by boxers with sparring partners.

The gloves in the last row are the heaviest, 16 ounces, and are used by boxers to practice dodging and counterattacks. In the underground boxing gym, they are just dusty decorations. They were probably bought as a complete set of supplies when they were purchased and placed here.

But now, the gloves in the first and second rows are neatly arranged, but only the third row, which has never been used, is missing a pair of gloves in the corner at the edge.

Office.

"Boss, why did the people in Shuitou wear gloves? Didn't they say they were going to fight bare-knuckle? It doesn't look exciting like this." The young man who left the locker room walked into the boss' office angrily.

Last week, as a staff member of the underground boxing gym, he didn't need to inquire about the inside information, because he brought Li Xia from the school gate.

That skinny figure and the said excellent academic performance, facing Duoge who has been standing on the boxing ring for a month, isn't this the legendary living target?

Those gamblers who drink every day love to watch this kind of boxing match. According to the boss's usual meaning, this kind of match is also a benefit for the gamblers who always give him money.

So the young man took out all the online loans he could borrow, and then asked the boss for an advance of the next three months' salary, and collected 100,000 yuan, which is also the upper limit of this kind of welfare bureau, and then bet all on Doge.

Thinking that although the odds are a bit lower, he can still make tens of thousands of yuan, which is a good extra income, but he never thought that Doge was upset, and his wallet was suddenly reduced to zero.

This chest, it hurts as much as it can be said.

"Excited? Are you mad about the money you lost last week?" The bald fat man saw through his subordinate's mood and joked, "Have you forgotten that you lost your ass in the match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia last year? This kind of upset is the favorite game of the dealer behind the scenes. You have worked under me for so many years in vain, and you can't see this?"

"Boss, when I asked you for an advance on your salary last time, you seemed quite happy, saying it was a welfare bureau or something, so I thought you supported me." The young man touched his nose and protested a little.

"Happy? You gave me money, of course I am happy, why not?" The bald fat man laughed, it was really cool to earn face in front of his subordinates. Although he also hit the nail on the head and met Li Xia who had an upset, it did not prevent him from showing his foresight and insight in front of the young man at this time.

"Hey, boss, I'm not happy. We agreed to fight bare-knuckle."

"Why, do you want to beat him to death?" The bald fat man said jokingly, holding a thin cigar in his mouth, "If I really beat him to death, you will pay the money? If the police come, you will explain?"

The young man sneered: "Boss, that's not what I meant. I'm mainly afraid that the guests will have opinions. You know, those people like to see something bloody, it's exciting!"

"What do you like to watch? They want to win money and watch the fun. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?" The bald fat man sneered, "Speaking of which, if they really fight bare-knuckle, how many punches can that skinny guy take? How exciting can a match that ends in a moment be? Who will come to my place to watch fighting in the future?"

"Yes, the boss is right." The young man nodded repeatedly, but then hesitated, "The people in Shuitou wear boxing gloves, but he fights bare-knuckle. I just feel that he is a bit cheap."

"Cheap? Do you know who is coming from Shuitou this time? Big L has already beaten all the opponents in Shuitou. This time he comes to us just to have fun! Not to mention boxing gloves, even if he wears handcuffs, he can still abuse that kid to the point of illness!"

As he said, the bald fat man gritted his teeth fiercely, but he thought in his heart: Damn it, don't think I don't know that he is acting here. He rushed over to grab heads, and don't let me laugh to death when he is thrown into the toilet!

Last month, someone from Shuitou came and said they wanted to have a bare-knuckle match without rules.

At that time, the bald fat guy was quite unhappy. Everyone knew that Shuitou was a place that specialized in this. Coming to his place to fight bare-knuckle was just a naked bullying.

Bullying was not a big deal, as the bald fat guy was happy to show those gamblers something different from usual. He had also seen bare-knuckle fights, which were quite bloody and exciting, and indeed different from the blind fights with gloves on here.

However, according to friends in the underworld, the situation in Shuitou was not very good now, so they thought of coming to the old city of the bald fat guy, where there were more rich people, to hold an exhibition match, with the purpose of attracting more customers.

This would cost the bald fat guy his life, so he refused to give in.

But the bare-knuckle fighters in Shuitou were all tough guys, and the bald fat guy, who was used to a life of luxury, was no match for them. He had to accept the bare-knuckle match whether he agreed or not.

At this time, Li Xia, who defeated the strong with the weak and created a big upset, appeared.

The bald fat man's eyes lit up, and he set up such a game. On the grounds that his boxers had never fought bare-knuckle, he set a rule for the boxers on Shuitou's side, that is, they had to wear gloves, while the boxers on the bald fat man's side had to fight bare-knuckle.

This condition is considered very harsh, but anyone who has stood on the boxing ring for a few days knows what it means. Bare-knuckles against gloves, or in this kind of black market boxing with basically no rules, that is something that has never been heard of.

The bald fat man was complacent, watching those fierce men from Shuitou being defeated in front of him, that was a comfort from the heart, and then he said something more, thinking of mocking the other party a few words, but he didn't expect to lift a brick and hit his own foot.

He said that his boxer was just a student who had just graduated from school, and he was still a three-good student, and he had only fought a black market boxing. What he meant was, what are you afraid of? If you don't dare to fight, go home quickly.

The bald fat man's original intention was to ridicule the other party, but the other party just agreed and sent their strongest bare-knuckle boxer, Big L.

"Forget it, it's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a curse that can't be avoided!"

The bald fat man took the thin cigar out of his mouth, threw it hard on the ground, and shouted: "Let's go and bet too!"

Since this competition was initiated by the people of Shuitou, the gambling was naturally undertaken by them. After all, it was a welfare bureau, and they couldn't treat the host and the wealthy gamblers in the old city that they were going to absorb unfairly. They had to throw some sweet things to them.

Gambling has been done this way since ancient times. First give some sweetness to attract people, and then cut them off after they are hooked. Hey, thieves are fat.

And the fledgling student, against the first bare-knuckle master of Shuitou, the result of winning or losing is clear at a glance. It is not false to say that it is welfare and giving money.

"Old. Boss, bet? Who?" The young man was a little surprised.

"Who else could it be?" The bald fat man stood up and walked over. "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat!"

See, he told me not to be greedy. Let me think about it. Did the boss bet on the game when Argentina lost?

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then reacted after the boss's angry shout. He quickly followed him out, but in his heart he was thinking about his own little tricks, ready to take out another online loan and follow the boss to bet on Big L.

"Welfare Bureau! It's everyone's welfare, isn't it?"