Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 29 Fighting Skills

  The staff cleaned the venue neatly again.

The commentator said: "Okay! The game continues, and now we will start the third round. Let us welcome Diaz from the Montrego Empire! Although we don't know what outstanding experience this player has, but just to catch If you arrest him, several of our employees will be injured! Can he pose a threat to Kizzi? Let us wait and see!"

  Amidst the cheers, a man with short brown hair came onto the stage. His eyes were sunken and he looked listless.

   When Diaz, wearing a blue and white turban and a worn white shirt, appeared in front of the audience, everyone was disappointed and boosed everywhere. Even Lermontov, who was as strong as a bear, was no match for Kizzi. No one believed that this thin man, who was estimated to be only 1.75 meters tall, could have any outstanding performance.

   "Just him?" Colin's eyes widened. "Are you sure it's not the next round?"

   "Waiter." Verac's tone was a little hasty, and he called the waiter, "How much does it cost to buy him?"

   "You... want to buy him?" The waiter was a little surprised.

  In the underground boxing arena, there are often spectators who fancy boxers and buy them at high prices. But generally those who buy are boxers with outstanding records, and they are all after the game. It was the first time for Veraker to buy such an unpopular boxer before.

   "Mr. Colin wants to buy it, please quote a price." Verac said.

   It is best to buy before the game. When Diaz beats Kizzi, he will have to spend dozens of times more money than he is now. It is difficult to double the bet of 500 gold grams dozens of times, so it is the most cost-effective to buy now.

   "You can buy it for five hundred gold grams, but Mr. Colin, are you sure you want to buy it now? Even if you buy it now, according to the regulations, he has to complete today's competition. But his opponent is Kizzi, I'm afraid..."

   "Take it." Verac handed all the money just won on the table to the waiter, and made the decision for Colin, "Mr. Colin will leave the rest of the money to Diaz."

  The waiter has been working here for so long, and this is the first time he has seen such a situation, he was taken aback for a moment before taking the money and leaving.

"Just now I wanted to praise you for your good vision today, but you think there is too much money and nowhere to spend it?" Colin was dumbfounded and witnessed the whole process, "Don't talk about Kiki, this guy, I can knock him down with a single punch You still bought him in my name, and no matter what happens today, you have to pay it to me?"

   "Just look at it." Verac didn't care about Colin's dissatisfaction, and looked at Diaz with appreciation in his eyes.

  This young man with an ordinary appearance will amaze everyone in the next game.

   "I'm too lazy to care about you. Anyway, I'm not losing money. I can get 10,000 anyway. Just don't turn your back on it." Colin was worried about Verak's actions that went against common sense tonight.

   "Don't worry." Verak smiled confidently and raised his glass, "Let's celebrate in advance and make a fortune."

   "No appetite." Colin touched a glass but didn't drink it. "By the way, why did you buy him? Seeing him like that, he definitely won't be able to survive this game. Is 500 gold grams worthless?"

   "Why are you so annoying?" Verak had nothing to do with the conversation.

   "Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it, let's see who cries after the competition, and then don't say that I didn't persuade you not to do stupid things."

   "Watch the game."

   "...Chris, are you sure you're not mistaken, not the next round of contestants? I can't even look left, right, up and down."

   "...What did you say to shut up?"

  The third round of betting ends.

  The commentator announced the approval rating.

   Kizzi's approval rating is as high as 0.93, while Diaz's is only 0.07.

  Everyone has the chance to win, so Verac took advantage of a big loophole.

   After learning about the approval rating, Verac couldn't help pouring another glass of wine to cheer up. According to the current interest rate, after deducting the handling fee and the money to buy Diaz, about 148,000 gold grams can be returned in the end. Return Colin 10,000, and there are 138,000 gold grams.

  What is the concept of 138,000 gold grams? It is equivalent to the food cost of Veraker's 6,000 years of food in the slums, enough to buy seven of Laizein's top new cars.

  After counting the money, Verak was a little shaken. He had the urge to run away with the money today.

   This money is enough for him to squander his whole life, so why stay in this miserable Laizein?

   "Let me figure it out. If you win, you will have the pocket money for this period of time." Colin said casually.

   "Zero... Pocket money..." Verak's agitated heart fell silent as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

  For him, 140,000 gold grams is an astronomical figure, a huge wealth that can drive everyone in the slums crazy, but in Colin's view, this is just pocket money for a period of time.

  Verak is awake.

  The rich kids sitting next to him are dignitaries who can casually drop thousands of gold grams every day for fun. What is the equivalent of 140,000 gold grams? It's just their consumption for a few months.

   Not enough, not enough.

  The thinking of the poor in the past twenty-six years has restricted Veraker, and he realized that he needs to broaden his horizons and values. He has the ability to earn more money, and this 140,000 gold grams is just a start, a trivial start.

   "Yeah." Verak's eyes became sharper, "Just for fun."

  While the value of Verac has undergone a huge change, Kizzi and Diaz also started fighting on the field.

   Diaz, who was not favored by others, took the initiative and boldly rushed straight to Kizzi.

   Seeing this, Kizzi grimaced and punched him.

  Diaz, with an indifferent face, turned sideways lightly, avoiding fists, and approached Kizzi.

"boom!"

   There was a clearly audible sound of bones hitting, and Diaz elbowed Kizzi's face, breaking Kizzi's nose.

   "Ugh!" Kizzy snorted in pain, subconsciously backing away.

  Diaz dodged, and before Kizzi could react, he came behind him, wrapped his left arm under Kizzi's chin, and tightened it in a V shape. Then put the right arm across the back of Kidzi's head, hold the joint of the right arm tightly with the left hand from bottom to top, push the palm of the right hand against the back of Kidzi's head and push forward.

   "This is..." Colin saw this move for the first time.

   "The neck is twisted." Verac looked at Diaz's bowed body and strangled Kizzi, and said in a deep voice.

   "What the hell?"

   It wasn't just Colin who was stunned, Kizzi, who was fighting on the field, had never seen such a scene before. He only felt that his neck was about to be broken. When the sense of crisis hit, Kizzi did not dare to take it lightly. He tried to break Diaz's arm, but Diaz's arm was like a lock, and no matter how hard he tried to break it, it would not move.

  The feeling of suffocation and the twisting of his neck made Kizzi, who was still invincible just now, break out in cold sweat. He let out a hoarse roar, and fell forward desperately, trying to throw Diaz to the ground.

   "Boom!"

   Diaz was thrown from behind to the front by Kizzi and fell to the ground. At the same time, Kizzi also hit Diaz forward.

  The audience was deadly silent, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the two people who fell down and remained motionless on the field.

   A few seconds later, Diaz pushed Kizzi off his body and got up.

   "No way..." Colin was startled.

   Diaz squeezed the other arm with one hand, and straightened his own misplaced bones. Then he looked indifferently at Kizzi, whose neck was broken when he turned over, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

  (end of this chapter)