The entrance to the underground boxing arena in the slums of the Technology City was in a deep alley on Fifth Ring Road. Deep in the alley was a sealed manhole cover, which was opened to reveal the entrance.
At the mouth of the alley were gun-wielding mechanical cultivators.
These brawny men blocked the entrance tightly like a human wall, adding a layer of mystery to this restricted area.
When Odd Zhuo and the other two arrived, they were swept back and forth by these people's gazes.
Odd Zhuo shrank his neck back and had a faint sense of foreboding …
It wasn't that he was afraid of these brawny men with big heads and thick necks, but inexplicably felt a strange coldness behind his back.
And this wasn't the first time he had felt this coldness.
It had actually been there ever since he had bought the drinks.
Until now, when it had become more and more intense …
After showing the ticket to the underground, one of the brawny men spoke in a gruff and low voice devoid of any emotion. "One ticket can only allow two people in at most."
Qin Zong was quick-witted. He took out a stack of silver gear coins and smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. "Big brother, how about you make an exception? I was also introduced here by a friend. I came here to play, I don't know if I can still buy more. "
The brawny man took the stack of notes and sniffed at the fragrance.
This stack of silver gear coins amounted to one hundred thousand, which was actually not a small sum for Odd Zhuo and the others, who were in desperate need of funds.
But Qin Zong was unusually generous, and the corners of his lips curled up. "If this big brother doesn't mind, you can share the money with our brothers."
The brawny man with the paralyzed face smiled coldly. "At least you know your manners. Then come in."
He then gave the other brawny men a look, and they straightaway made way.
"So it's the boss here." Seeing this scene, Qin Zong knew what was going on.
Just as the three of them entered the alley through the human wall, Odd Zhuo noticed that the brawny man who had taken the money had followed them in and seemed to want to say something. "Sir, is this your first time here?"
"Yes, it's my first time," Qin Zong answered truthfully.
"The odds for the final are 1: 6, and most people think that Jian Xiao Qiang will win. But there's no point in betting on the final. "
The brawny man said in a gruff voice, "If this is your first time here, I suggest that you play a dojo challenge. The odds were 1: 60. However, the entrance fee for this place is one million silver cog coins. Mister, you seem to be quite generous. Do you want to play something exciting? "
Qin Zong's eyes lit up.
He had just tipped the burly man 100,000 yuan, so he had exactly 1 million yuan left!
Following behind Qin Zong, Odd Zhuo and Zhou Ziyi sighed in their hearts.
All these coincidences were so natural … It was as if everything had been planned …
Odd Zhuo now realized that perhaps Qin Zong hadn't just been lucky.
He might be the embodiment of luck …
Sixty times the odds! If he could win! They would get sixty million silver gear coins!
Qin Zong's face was full of interest: "Then how do we get in?"
The muscular man revealed an ugly smile and walked straight to the innermost part. He opened a manhole cover hidden under a blanket. "Gentlemen, please enter from here. This is the VIP passage."
"I see. Thank you." Qin Zong nodded.
"You're welcome, sir. I wish you good fortune." After saying that, the brawny man watched Qin Zong and the other two go in with a smile on his face. Then, he covered the manhole cover and carpet again.
…
The underground boxing arena in the VIP area was a little different from what Odd Zhuo and Qin Zong had imagined.
These people were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes; just from their appearance and appearance, they already looked like poor people.
Odd Zhuo frowned slightly. "These people are from the core area, right …"
He could roughly guess a few things from the scene in front of him.
The odds in the finals were only 1: 6, so in the end, it was just the poor people's plate … while this dojo challenge was the real deal, where the rich and powerful looked for excitement.
At the betting counter, a lot of people were discussing the dojo challenge.
"Ah, what a pity for that man earlier. He was already in the fourth round, but in the end he was violently beaten up and carried away. "
"Only I, Great General Hu, can win this dojo challenge! In my opinion, Treasure Hu will definitely win this year's dojo challenge. " A middle-aged man with a big belly laughed fiercely. Holding a goblet, he spoke carelessly as he swirled the red wine in his hand.
"Don't celebrate too early, Boss Zhu. The competition isn't over yet." A rich lady with bright red lipstick smiled coldly.
"There's only four hours and fifty-two minutes until the betting deadline. I don't think it's possible to pass five rounds in a row and challenge last year's champion in less than five hours." The middle-aged man called Boss Zhu didn't hide his rampant laughter at all.
He was a supporter of last year's dojo challenge champion, Hu Baoguo.
At that time last year, Hu Baoguo had caught the eye of an "ascender" who wanted to leave the slums, who had provided him with the starting funds to participate in the dojo challenge.
This so-called "ascender" was the kind of person who had already accumulated a certain amount of money and wanted to escape poverty and move to the core area.
Two years before the dojo challenge, an ascender had come to participate on his own, but in the end, he had died a violent death.
Later, an "ascender" had come up with an idea.
That was to sign a hired thug to participate in the competition on his behalf.
After the competition, the ascender would get his pass, while the hired thug would get his own money.
With this money, the hired thug would have the capital to continue participating in the competition the next year.
Furthermore, he would become the second year's arena master.
The dojo challenge had been held for dozens of years now, and this was already an unwritten rule.
Director Dicas, who was working with Ryoko Kumiya, was in fact one of the "ascenders."
These people were chatting animatedly.
Odd Zhuo, Qin Zong and Zhou Ziyi also understood what was going on.
That was to say, the new challenger had to first defeat the five pass guardians chosen by the bigwigs. Only after succeeding in all the challenges would he be able to challenge last year's dojo challenge king.
The most important thing was that these pass guardians all had spare tires; once they were injured, they would be replaced by a new person.
That was to say, no matter who challenged them, the first five pass guardians would always be at full HP and MP.
"It doesn't sound very easy. Do we really have to bet?" Odd Zhuo frowned. Even he felt that the rules were too harsh.
There were already less than five hours left.
They had to challenge six people in a row.
Unless there was a huge disparity in strength, this was almost an impossible task.
This Director Zhu was also well aware of this, and he laughed again. "As far as I know, the only one in the Tenth Ring who still has spare cash to sponsor the competition is that Director Dicas. However, it was a pity that the hired thug he had just sent was already dead. There are less than five hours left; it's not like he'll force a duck onto a perch and randomly grab someone on the road, right? "
As soon as the man finished speaking, a roar of laughter rang out in the hall.
Qin Zong ignored him and walked over to the betting counter. He took out the storage bag and asked, "Hello, can I still bet now?"
"Of course, sir." The betting waitress gave a professional smile.
"Please help me bet that this Mr Hu Baoguo loses."
"Lose? Sir? I've checked, there are one million silver gear coins in your storage bag. "
After the waitress said this, a lot of eyes turned to Qin Zong.
Qin Zong smiled slightly. "Please put me in."
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