Chapter 154
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At twelve o 'clock at night, Zhang Jue and Stevenson walked on the third floor of a building.
If it was an ordinary person, they would never have thought that this was an underground boxing arena.
It could only be said that the general public's experience limited their imagination. It was often because of certain people's protection that certain industries could survive.
Even they themselves were one of the winners.
Underground boxing was a specialty of Mei. Compared to professional boxing, the rules of underground boxing were simpler.
There were no heavyweight weights or protective gear.
What they advocated was the blood and violence of every punch to the flesh.
There were many boxers who died directly in the ring.
Compared to the fight between Fang Tianlong and Hudson a few months ago, this place was more attractive to those who pursued visual stimulation.
At the same time, this place was heaven or hell for dogs.
Countless people either became rich or went bankrupt overnight.
In short, probably every man wanted to come here and take a look.
To experience the feeling of drifting away from the whole world.
There were no tickets here, and no tickets were needed. As long as one had a special "invitation," one could enter the arena.
And this level of fraud was child's play for the foundation.
Therefore, Stevenson easily got his hands on two of them.
The first fight was about to begin. The two casually found a seat and sat down.
Although this was an underground boxing arena, both the venue and the staff were very high-end.
The dirty and messy environment that he had imagined did not exist.
Some spectators shook hands and chatted in a very gentlemanly manner, discussing the recent weather, the stock market, and the scandals of celebrities and politicians.
Looking at them, Zhang Jue smiled.
Only when the boxing match began would the things that had been suppressed in their bodies be completely released.
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The fight soon began. In the ring, there was a tall and thin boxer on the left, and the one on the right was short and fat.
In the first round, both sides were testing each other and did not break out into any fierce fights.
A waiter came to Zhang Jue and Stevenson and asked if they wanted to bet.
"Stevenson, which one do you choose?" Zhang Jue asked.
Stevenson said awkwardly, "Mr. Zhang, the foundation has rules that prohibit us from doing this kind of thing."
"What kind of bullshit rules are these?" Zhang Jue said, "Du Jingtian handed you over to me, so I'm your boss now. Quick, choose one. Who do you think will win?"
Although Stevenson was a special agent of the Golden Foundation, his specialty was his keen observation skills and his ability to react on the spot. He was not good at boxing.
He looked at the two men in the ring and chose the tall and skinny boxer based on his intuition.
With longer arms, he seemed to have an advantage.
"Stevenson, you're going to lose money this time." Zhang Jue laughed and called the waiter over. He threw all the cash he had to the short and fat player.
Sure enough, after two rounds, the tall and thin player was knocked down by the short and fat player with a single punch.
Zhang Jue got off to a good start. He was very happy and continued to bet on the next round.
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