Nine p.m.
Wu Yu walked out of the subway station, wearing a black baseball cap, showing only a straight nose and white chin. With his hands in his pockets, he was surrounded by crowds rushing towards the feasting and feasting, he came to Yongli Street where there are many KTV nightclubs in the city center, and then bowed his head and walked into the back door of a bar.
Ding--
As soon as the golden bell rang on the ring, applause, cheers, and whistles broke out in an instant, almost overturning the entire roof. The referee and host strode forward, and raised the hand of the winner aloft, and the excited voice resounded through the audience: "——'Red Tornado' won again! This is his seven consecutive victories, seven Winning streak! Tonight's challenger still failed to leave a name on this stage--!"
The Vietnamese boxer in the scarlet jersey looked down at the stage with cold eyes, while the loser could only stagger up with his bleeding ears, scolded out of the ring, and quickly disappeared behind the cheerful audience.
"Congratulations to the supporters who bet on'Red Tornado'! Let's see what his odds are in the next game-1:3! The odds of the next Red Tornado are 1:3!! Blue pays Rate 1:3.8!!!"
Such a small odds difference pushed the audience's mood to a peak. The colored lights flashed wildly in the audience, cheers were frequent, and countless people held up banknotes scrambling to throw them into the red cash box.
"Can'Red Tornado' continue his undefeated myth? Is the opponent who defeated him not born yet?!" The host screamed into the microphone hoarsely: "Don't go away! We'll be back in half an hour!!"
The boiling human voice passed through the concealed curtain to the background, shocking people's ears. Wu Yu took off his short jacket and hung it on a hanger. The slim black T-shirt between his hands outlines the thin shoulders.
"Fifty thousand yuan, the old rule, two first and three back." The bar owner slapped two stacks of banknotes in front of him, and the meat on the side of the big golden ring with his fingers was so fat that he squeezed out: "The cash box draws 10% for reward Half of the draw, you can join as a living bank, hey, I told you this is a special treatment! Don't say brothers don't take care of you!"
Wu Yu lowered his head and took off his shoes, his expression unmoved: "I am not a dealer."
"Hi—you guys!" The fat boss gave him an expression of kindly feeding the donkey liver and lungs, forcibly pulled his shoulders closer, pushing his heart into his belly, and said: "I can tell you the truth. The Vietnamese came and played seven games. , There was either blood or fracture in the field. Last week, the Guangdong boxing champion was still lying in the ICU. The medical expenses alone lost my number... Am I easy? Do you think it’s easy for me to make a deal?! Ah, today It’s all up to you, and I won’t talk too much nonsense. I’ll add another 10% to the bet. In the evening, brother, I’ll be the host, please have a big drink, and call me two girls!..."
Wu Yu grabbed his hand and moved it from his shoulder, patted the back of the white and fat hand:
"No, discount it."
The fat boss almost choked on his saliva, and saw him turn around and walk towards the locker room door.
"You, you, hello—" The fat man twitched his mouth for a few seconds, and suddenly saw the washed and faded jacket on the hanger. He couldn't help but feel distressed: "You greed! Do you plan to take so much money in the coffin? If there is no tomorrow today, you must be greedy!"
Wu Yu raised the curtain with one hand and looked back at him.
Fat boss: "..."
The bar owner has seen a lot of boxers. There are many people in this business who are exciting, come in quickly, and eat, drink, prosper, and bet. Many outstanding fighters have fought for several years, leaving only a handicapped, but unable to save even a penny.
But this young man is different.
Wu Yu's gaze is neither gloo nor hostile, most of the time it is not lethal, and it can even be described as casual. But don't know why, everyone said that this little brother had a good temper, but the bar owner always felt that there was something heavy in his eyes.
"——Hi! Look at my crow's mouth!" The fat boss patted his chubby face with gestures, "Bah! Bah! Tong Yan Wuji wind blows away, Tong Yan Wuji wind blows away!"
Wu Yu nodded at him with a finger, and the hustle and bustle under the ring not far away could be called the boiling sky:
"Your business is getting bigger and bigger. Be careful to call in the police. Just accept it when you see it."
Fatty: "Hey--you are more crow-mouthed than me, right? There are so many murders, arson, corruption, and robbery notes outside. Why do you check me, ah, why do you check me? How can those notes find me...
Wu Yu ignored him, turned and walked across the backstage, and walked straight to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
At the corner of the ring, the Vietnamese boxer stared at Wu Yu with sullen and ferocious gaze. He took his gaze back and snorted contemptuously until he walked into the bathroom.
"Be careful of that kid, he was found by the dealer." His master was on the side instructing people to massage him and deliver water: "I've inquired, this person usually doesn't come out, but whenever an outsider comes to win a row too If there are too many, then the fat guy will pay a high price for him to answer the challenge. It should be a hard idea, and I can’t find out. The low odds show that the dealer has confidence in him."
"..."
The Vietnamese boxer took the towel and threw it on the stage, making a loud pop.
"It looks good, embroidered pillows." He sneered, and jumped onto the ring in the eyes of the master's disapproval.
Ding--!
With a heavy knock on golden bell, the referee stepped back quickly, and sharp boos and applause broke out from the audience. The Vietnamese opened his red cloak and threw it out, revealing his muscular and exaggerated upper body, spitting into his palms, and looking at his opponent unkindly; while Wu Yu stood there in a short-sleeved T-shirt In sports shorts, he lowered his head and moved his shoulders a few times, and a few strands of black hair slipped down his forehead and dangled in front of his eyes.
"Go! Go! Hit him!"
"Go red whirlwind! Fuck it!!"
...
Wu Yu raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and the hustle and bustle receded in an instant, his whole body condensed.
"Little ladies," the Vietnamese snorted and rushed up like lightning!
The only rule for this kind of underground arena is that there are no rules. No gloves, no protective gear, head kicks, teeth gritted hands, all in order to pursue bloody stimulation; when the wind was not so severe in the early two years, many boxing courts were not afraid of life and death. The fat guys in the bar are still very particular about life. They have not died so far, and because of this, the venue is getting bigger and bigger, and even black boxers from other Southeast Asian countries can be attracted to make money.
Wu Yu leaned back slightly, and the fierce fist wind blew veneer. The Vietnamese didn't expect him to avoid it. He turned back, grabbed Wu Yu's elbow, and lifted him in the air!
"Wow--" The audience screamed and stopped.
boom!
The Vietnamese slammed Wu Yu down with a violent shoulder fall, landing on his back, making a dull knock!
"...!" Suddenly Wu Yu felt that his internal organs were all misplaced, as if twenty or so ribs were shattered at the same time, and a bloody rush hit his throat, and at the same time, his body bounced up under the effect of huge inertia, right in front An iron fist from the top of the Vietnamese!
"It's over!" someone blurted out.
The fat man leaned against the backstage door with his arms folded, and calmly uttered two words: "Not yet."
At the moment, the Vietnamese fist stopped abruptly, as if hitting the cotton wall, and could no longer move forward. Wu Yu was lying on his back, and he twisted the Vietnamese's arms with a very strange and tricky gesture. , And then forcefully click!
The Vietnamese are full of brains.
His arm was bent to the limit in the opposite direction, and his elbow was dislocated!
That's too fast, let alone a mortal fetus with the naked eye, even if you rewind at twice the speed, you may not be able to see Wu Yu's movements clearly. As soon as he got up on the floor, the Vietnamese had their necks locked before they could raise their heads. He only heard the sound of the neck bone "Boom!"; the nearest audience under the stage felt that there were flowers in front of them, and Wu Yu somehow twisted his knees. Just neatly tripped his opponent to the ground, his arm hooked the Vietnamese throat from the back and hanged in the blink of an eye!
From a close fight to a sharp turn of victory, it took no more than three seconds before and after, before the surrounding quiet moment suddenly broke out: "Okay!!!"
"#￥￥%#￥……" The Vietnamese couldn’t make a sound when they tried their best. They only felt the throat bend inch by inch, and the blood of the whole body receded into the sky, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Wu Yu.
At this moment, Wen Tun's dull appearance faded from the young man, revealing the opposite side of the soul.
His eyes seemed to have completely changed his personality. If the Vietnamese are sane, they should feel a little fearful.
Unfortunately, no one can see this scene at this moment.
"Kill him! Good job!" "Beat! Beat!" "Kill him! Beat him!"
...
The cheers from all directions were higher than that, and gradually turned into a distorted background sound. Wu Yu stared at the bloodshot eyeballs of the Vietnamese, and saw his bruised mouth opened and closed several times, without making a sound.
But he understood, it was a Vietnamese swear word.
He has heard very familiar pronunciation many times.
In fact, nothing has changed over the years. Whether in Myanmar, Chiang Rai, or after returning to China, no matter who you are loyal to or who you are, you are always doing the same thing repeatedly.
Wu Yu was in a trance, his elbow instinctively used his most familiar force. In the next second, only a few throat bone rubbing sounds in Kara, the Vietnamese's eyes protruded, and two bloody arrows suddenly appeared in the nose and mouth!
dīng dīng dīng dīng ding!
The loud bang of the golden bell caused Wu Yu to recover and let go of the Vietnamese. Fortunately, he had not had time to kill him. The latter knelt on his knees and couldn't help rolling, coughing and gagging. The first responders arranged by the bar immediately carried a simple stretcher into the ring.
The referee grabbed Wu Yu's hand and raised it high, hissing loudly, but Wu Yu couldn't understand it. The surrounding atmosphere is heating up, and those who have won the money are excited and frantic. Those who have lost the money grabbed all the things they could throw out and threw them out desperately. Sharp screams such as "Go to the Vietnamese" and "Go back to the monkey" were mixed with cheers. , Everyone is jumping and roaring like crazy.
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
He retracted his hand and walked behind the ring. The corner of his eye swept through the sprites, and suddenly stopped.
——Not far from the stage, a young man in his twenties and thirties, wearing a dark gray shirt, black trousers and leather shoes, sat in the audience, his clothes and temperament were incompatible with his surroundings. The multicolored strobe lights were reflected in his eyes, shining brightly, and he just looked at Wu Yu with a smile and applauded.
Wu Yu's pupils were slightly compressed.
At this moment, suddenly the wind changed behind him.
At some point, the Vietnamese grabbed a fragment of a wine bottle from the audience and broke free of the emergency personnel. His eyes were red with blood, and he ran into Wu Yu!
In this extremely chaotic scene stimulated by alcohol and blood, no one could find the abnormality the first time, and even the nearest referee did not respond. The Vietnamese copied a sharp piece of glass and pierced Wu Yu's heart!
call!
Wu Yu turned around abruptly, and the shimmering fragments clung to the T-shirt behind his heart, and the fabric cracked silently.
At the same moment, he grabbed the back of the Vietnamese man's neck and chopped the opponent's legs and ankles with his flying feet. In just one shot, he lost his balance and fell forward all over his body, facing the sharp pillar of the ring!
The noise of the whole world faded, and the Vietnamese had only the tip of the pillar in front of them, fast approaching in the pupil with the tip of the needle, he heard the death god grinning and cleaving the sickle——
But then just listen: pop! !
The Vietnamese's eyes were dark, painful, and the fight stopped; saw Wu Yu put a palm on his eyes to lift his upper body vigorously, and the back of his hand was half an inch from the tip of the ring pillar!
With a loud crash, Wu Yu threw him out with a split hand. The Vietnamese fell to the ground on his back, and was rushed up by the security and emergency personnel.
"@￥#@#￥￥%..." The Vietnamese master jumped onto the stage and bowed and said something loudly. Hearing that meant begging for mercy and thanks. But Wu Yu just looked at him, stood quietly for a moment, then turned and jumped off the ring.
The young man in a suit and leather shoes stood up to him in the distance, but this time Wu Yu didn't catch anyone's eyes, and walked straight back to the background.
"Here, thirty thousand." Three stacks of banknotes swish yards in front of you, and another paper bag stomped in front of you. Just by listening to the sound, you knew that the weight was quite heavy, and the fat man could not see his teeth with a smile: "This is I said that the dividend, brother, I have added 20% to you, how about it? I know that our Angkor must be able to kill the Vietnamese monkeys, right, right?"
The surrounding employees are all cheering, and compliments are endless.
"You don't have to be so simple, come out and play a few more games, make more money while you can make money, huh?" The fat man squeezed to Wu Yu's side, and persuaded with all his heart, "Next time you come, come forward To be a living house, or if the two of us join forces, I don’t think there is any boxing arena in Yongli Street in this area that can become a climate. We have to focus on the entire Jinhai, even North China..."
Wu Yu fastened his shoelaces, got up and patted the fat man on the shoulder.
"Huh?" The fat man was flattered.
"Don't find me out for bureaus under 200,000 in the future."
Wu Yu sullen his head, picked up the purse in the fat man's gaping stare, wrapped it in his jacket, tucked it under his arm, and got out of the back door of the bar.
At 11:40, the bus dangled in front of the platform.
Wu Yu held the tufted coat in one hand, and got out of the car with the other in his trouser pocket. He walked through the long street late at night, walking swiftly and turning into the winding and narrow alleys of the old city.
After every two street lights, one is broken. The moonlight shines on the winding stone road. The sides of the originally cramped path are full of household debris: stone tiles, urine buckets, cardboard boxes, rusty and dusty. Twenty-eight bars, a tricycle covered with oilcloth, ready to be pushed out of the stall tomorrow morning. The lights in the bungalow on the side of the road were all turned off. Wu Yu bowed his head and walked out of the alley without stopping at all. With a ghostly turn, he disappeared into another fork in the Hui-shaped alley.
A few seconds later, a pair of well-made leather shoes walked out of the shadows and gently stopped at the fork in the road. The green and white moonlight finally showed the face of the stalker-the young man in the shirt and pants in the bar.
He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and exhaled as if to admit defeat: "Wu..."
A hand flashed from behind him, pinched his throat with lightning speed, and banged his whole person against the stone wall!
Wow! The wall ash and gravel fell like a drizzle.
"I said don't follow me," Wu Yu pressed to the ear of the stalker, and said softly, "Lin, Kang."
"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Lin Kang choked for a long time before finally reluctantly stopped, but still couldn't speak when his throat was pinched, so he raised his hand and gestured behind Wu Yu. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Wu Yu tilted his head slightly, and as expected, not far behind him, two plainclothes who had just rushed out hesitated to stop, his expression tense as if he were facing an enemy, and after a few seconds of confrontation, he finally resigned himself to the darkness step by step. in.
Wu Yu let go, Lin Kang let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his neck and smiled helplessly: "Look, we really have no malice, we are just protecting you--"
Wu Yu interrupted him, his voice was flat without ups and downs: "No need."
Lin Kang looked helpless: "They just follow orders..."
"roll!"
Lin Kang's eyes moved slightly, his mouth opened as if he wanted to explain something, but then Wu Yu turned and walked into the dark.
"Hey, Wu Yu!" Lin Kang caught up with him a few steps, coughing again because his voice increased, but he didn't mind, so he coughed and laughed loudly: "I like you very much, someday I will go out to a bar together !"
This time Wu Yu didn't even turn his head: "Drink your sister."
Lin Kang couldn't help laughing, and then turned into a big laugh. When he raised his head again, the thin and sharp figure had disappeared at the end of the moonlight.
There was a splash of hot water, and the plastic shower curtain was quickly covered with dots of water.
Wu Yu closed his eyes in the water, and the light fainted the world through his thin eyelids. The familiar dull pain gradually climbed from the ribs on his back to his brain. It was a fierce shoulder throw of a Vietnamese boxer. Although it will not break the bones, but it will take ten and a half months to get over.
After all, he is no longer the age he can work hard in his twenties.
Perhaps because of the heat, Wu Yu's thoughts drifted for a moment, and a pair of fierce and blood-red eyes gradually emerged from the deep black and chaotic subconscious—it was the Vietnamese who had been strangled in the ring just now, struggling to furiously.
"Fight! Fight!" "Vietnamese!" "Kill him!"
The colorful lights around the ring were dazzling, and the frantic cheers went up and down.
"Fight!" "Kill him!" "Traitor!"
In the darkened torture room, every sound of a ball bat smashing a bone or a head hitting a stone wall was so clear that it was creepy.
"Striped running dog!"
"Don't say kill him!"
"kill him!!"
...
Numerous messy angers flooded into a deep ocean, and the water pressure expanded rapidly, taking away the last trace of oxygen from the lungs——
"Cough cough cough cough!" Wu Yu suddenly broke out with choking cough.
He fumbled hurriedly to turn off the shower, and didn't even feel it when he hit his hand. He slowly squatted on the ground while holding the wall, shaking his whole body uncontrollably. The buzzing from the brain to the ear drums made him unable to distinguish between consciousness and reality for a while. It took a long time before he heard a hoarse and rapid gasp in the bathroom, like a sleepy beast, it was himself.
No, no, he forced himself to think over and over again, he couldn't go on like this.
It will die if this continues.
He couldn't tell if it was a fear or desire from the depths of the soul, so he quickly forced himself to calm down, got up and wiped his wet face vigorously, wrapped it in a bath towel and walked out of the simple bathroom. When he went out, his profile was in the misty mirror. There was a flash of light, and the light ink tattoo patterns from the lower part of the neck to the shoulder blades undulated slightly with the movement.
On the single wooden bed in the bedroom, there were a few changes of clothes piled up randomly. Wu Yu grabbed a pair of loose trousers and put his lean upper body naked. He took out the paper bag from the jacket he brought back tonight, and all the banknotes fell on the table. , clicked one by one two times. Through this process, heart was finally settled, and the chaotic brain gradually returned to its usual calmness and clarity.
He knelt on the ground, pulled out the safe under the bed, and threw the paper bag full of money into it. There were already two or three of the same paper bags in the safe. He took out a thin account book to write down one by one, and then carefully calculated the latest total. As expected, it was exactly the same as the result of his mental calculation on the way home. People are more satisfied with the number; then he locked the safe and pushed it back under the bed, got up and relaxed his shoulders and neck in relief, and let out a long breath.
There was a clock hanging on the wall of the small bedroom, and the second hand ticked slightly, midnight.
Wu Yu wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and drank slowly with a glass of ice water in one hand, his eyes patrolling from the bedside bookshelf: "Criminal Evidence", "Introduction to Foreign Police Affairs", "Public Security Informatics", "Criminology" Site Investigation...
The rows of familiar books made him lose his mind for a moment, and he unconsciously remembered his immediate boss-the leader of the criminal investigation detachment who was said to have been airborne at a young age, surrounded by famous schools and family, and many other auras. His workaholic with five million expressions.
Wu Yu shook his head mockingly.
——Bu Chonghua’s kind of young elites, three miles away, can make a little bit like him feel an aura called "can't afford".
Wu Yu picked out "Public Security Informatics" from that row of professional books, and turned to the page that he hadn't read last week, took out his glasses and put them on, and turned on the bedside lamp.
The night breeze blew the window lattice slightly, shaking the screens almost invisibly.
Suddenly Wu Yu looked up as if feeling something.
"..."
He got up and stood on the side of the window edge against the wall, opened the gauze curtain with a pen, frowned and looked out.
Residents in the old community downstairs, moths fluttered and hit the street lamp, and the shadow of the tree smeared thick or shallow ink in the dark night. In the bushes, a star of flame flickered, it was a cigarette butt.
Lin Kang stood under the tree, the street lamp pulled the figure out of the old man, and saw that he was holding the phone in one hand and didn't know what he was typing, with a cigarette in the other. He suddenly stopped moving as if feeling something, and looked up.
But just before the eyes met, Wu Yu's fingers moved lightly, and the curtains quietly closed instantly.
The iris of the bedside lamp outlines the contours of his side face, his eyelashes are drooping and the roots are distinct, the smooth nose is smudged with a small patch of warm yellow, and the neck is glowing with ivory luster, winding all the way hidden in the sunken collarbone. However, from the corner of his eyes to his cheeks, he was completely submerged by midnight shadows, and a light flashed slightly under his black and white eyes, like crushed ice colliding lightly in the glass.
"..." His lips moved, a vaguely two-word swear word, but he didn't swear.
Wu Yu took the book and fell on his single bed, too lazy to worry about the group of people downstairs. He only listened to the regular ticking of the second hand in the shabby room. After a while, he held his glasses and gently turned a page with dense notes. page.
Nine p.m.
Wu Yu walked out of the subway station, wearing a black baseball cap, showing only a straight nose and white chin. With his hands in his pockets, he was surrounded by crowds rushing towards the feasting and feasting, he came to Yongli Street where there are many KTV nightclubs in the city center, and then bowed his head and walked into the back door of a bar.
Ding--
As soon as the golden bell rang on the ring, applause, cheers, and whistles broke out in an instant, almost overturning the entire roof. The referee and host strode forward, and raised the hand of the winner aloft, and the excited voice resounded through the audience: "——'Red Tornado' won again! This is his seven consecutive victories, seven Winning streak! Tonight's challenger still failed to leave a name on this stage--!"
The Vietnamese boxer in the scarlet jersey looked down at the stage with cold eyes, while the loser could only stagger up with his bleeding ears, scolded out of the ring, and quickly disappeared behind the cheerful audience.
"Congratulations to the supporters who bet on'Red Tornado'! Let's see what his odds are in the next game-1:3! The odds of the next Red Tornado are 1:3!! Blue pays Rate 1:3.8!!!"
Such a small odds difference pushed the audience's mood to a peak. The colored lights flashed wildly in the audience, cheers were frequent, and countless people held up banknotes scrambling to throw them into the red cash box.
"Can'Red Tornado' continue his undefeated myth? Is the opponent who defeated him not born yet?!" The host screamed into the microphone hoarsely: "Don't go away! We'll be back in half an hour!!"
The boiling human voice passed through the concealed curtain to the background, shocking people's ears. Wu Yu took off his short jacket and hung it on a hanger. The slim black T-shirt between his hands outlines the thin shoulders.
"Fifty thousand yuan, the old rule, two first and three back." The bar owner slapped two stacks of banknotes in front of him, and the meat on the side of the big golden ring with his fingers was so fat that he squeezed out: "The cash box draws 10% for reward Half of the draw, you can join as a living bank, hey, I told you this is a special treatment! Don't say brothers don't take care of you!"
Wu Yu lowered his head and took off his shoes, his expression unmoved: "I am not a dealer."
"Hi—you guys!" The fat boss gave him an expression of kindly feeding the donkey liver and lungs, forcibly pulled his shoulders closer, pushing his heart into his belly, and said: "I can tell you the truth. The Vietnamese came and played seven games. , There was either blood or fracture in the field. Last week, the Guangdong boxing champion was still lying in the ICU. The medical expenses alone lost my number... Am I easy? Do you think it’s easy for me to make a deal?! Ah, today It’s all up to you, and I won’t talk too much nonsense. I’ll add another 10% to the bet. In the evening, brother, I’ll be the host, please have a big drink, and call me two girls!..."
Wu Yu grabbed his hand and moved it from his shoulder, patted the back of the white and fat hand:
"No, discount it."
The fat boss almost choked on his saliva, and saw him turn around and walk towards the locker room door.
"You, you, hello—" The fat man twitched his mouth for a few seconds, and suddenly saw the washed and faded jacket on the hanger. He couldn't help but feel distressed: "You greed! Do you plan to take so much money in the coffin? If there is no tomorrow today, you must be greedy!"
Wu Yu raised the curtain with one hand and looked back at him.
Fat boss: "..."
The bar owner has seen a lot of boxers. There are many people in this business who are exciting, come in quickly, and eat, drink, prosper, and bet. Many outstanding fighters have fought for several years, leaving only a handicapped, but unable to save even a penny.
But this young man is different.
Wu Yu's gaze is neither gloo nor hostile, most of the time it is not lethal, and it can even be described as casual. But don't know why, everyone said that this little brother had a good temper, but the bar owner always felt that there was something heavy in his eyes.
"——Hi! Look at my crow's mouth!" The fat boss patted his chubby face with gestures, "Bah! Bah! Tong Yan Wuji wind blows away, Tong Yan Wuji wind blows away!"
Wu Yu nodded at him with a finger, and the hustle and bustle under the ring not far away could be called the boiling sky:
"Your business is getting bigger and bigger. Be careful to call in the police. Just accept it when you see it."
Fatty: "Hey--you are more crow-mouthed than me, right? There are so many murders, arson, corruption, and robbery notes outside. Why do you check me, ah, why do you check me? How can those notes find me...
Wu Yu ignored him, turned and walked across the backstage, and walked straight to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
At the corner of the ring, the Vietnamese boxer stared at Wu Yu with sullen and ferocious gaze. He took his gaze back and snorted contemptuously until he walked into the bathroom.
"Be careful of that kid, he was found by the dealer." His master was on the side instructing people to massage him and deliver water: "I've inquired, this person usually doesn't come out, but whenever an outsider comes to win a row too If there are too many, then the fat guy will pay a high price for him to answer the challenge. It should be a hard idea, and I can’t find out. The low odds show that the dealer has confidence in him."
"..."
The Vietnamese boxer took the towel and threw it on the stage, making a loud pop.
"It looks good, embroidered pillows." He sneered, and jumped onto the ring in the eyes of the master's disapproval.
Ding--!
With a heavy knock on golden bell, the referee stepped back quickly, and sharp boos and applause broke out from the audience. The Vietnamese opened his red cloak and threw it out, revealing his muscular and exaggerated upper body, spitting into his palms, and looking at his opponent unkindly; while Wu Yu stood there in a short-sleeved T-shirt In sports shorts, he lowered his head and moved his shoulders a few times, and a few strands of black hair slipped down his forehead and dangled in front of his eyes.
"Go! Go! Hit him!"
"Go red whirlwind! Fuck it!!"
...
Wu Yu raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and the hustle and bustle receded in an instant, his whole body condensed.
"Little ladies," the Vietnamese snorted and rushed up like lightning!
The only rule for this kind of underground arena is that there are no rules. No gloves, no protective gear, head kicks, teeth gritted hands, all in order to pursue bloody stimulation; when the wind was not so severe in the early two years, many boxing courts were not afraid of life and death. The fat guys in the bar are still very particular about life. They have not died so far, and because of this, the venue is getting bigger and bigger, and even black boxers from other Southeast Asian countries can be attracted to make money.
Wu Yu leaned back slightly, and the fierce fist wind blew veneer. The Vietnamese didn't expect him to avoid it. He turned back, grabbed Wu Yu's elbow, and lifted him in the air!
"Wow--" The audience screamed and stopped.
boom!
The Vietnamese slammed Wu Yu down with a violent shoulder fall, landing on his back, making a dull knock!
"...!" Suddenly Wu Yu felt that his internal organs were all misplaced, as if twenty or so ribs were shattered at the same time, and a bloody rush hit his throat, and at the same time, his body bounced up under the effect of huge inertia, right in front An iron fist from the top of the Vietnamese!
"It's over!" someone blurted out.
The fat man leaned against the backstage door with his arms folded, and calmly uttered two words: "Not yet."
At the moment, the Vietnamese fist stopped abruptly, as if hitting the cotton wall, and could no longer move forward. Wu Yu was lying on his back, and he twisted the Vietnamese's arms with a very strange and tricky gesture. , And then forcefully click!
The Vietnamese are full of brains.
His arm was bent to the limit in the opposite direction, and his elbow was dislocated!
That's too fast, let alone a mortal fetus with the naked eye, even if you rewind at twice the speed, you may not be able to see Wu Yu's movements clearly. As soon as he got up on the floor, the Vietnamese had their necks locked before they could raise their heads. He only heard the sound of the neck bone "Boom!"; the nearest audience under the stage felt that there were flowers in front of them, and Wu Yu somehow twisted his knees. Just neatly tripped his opponent to the ground, his arm hooked the Vietnamese throat from the back and hanged in the blink of an eye!
From a close fight to a sharp turn of victory, it took no more than three seconds before and after, before the surrounding quiet moment suddenly broke out: "Okay!!!"
"#￥￥%#￥……" The Vietnamese couldn’t make a sound when they tried their best. They only felt the throat bend inch by inch, and the blood of the whole body receded into the sky, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Wu Yu.
At this moment, Wen Tun's dull appearance faded from the young man, revealing the opposite side of the soul.
His eyes seemed to have completely changed his personality. If the Vietnamese are sane, they should feel a little fearful.
Unfortunately, no one can see this scene at this moment.
"Kill him! Good job!" "Beat! Beat!" "Kill him! Beat him!"
...
The cheers from all directions were higher than that, and gradually turned into a distorted background sound. Wu Yu stared at the bloodshot eyeballs of the Vietnamese, and saw his bruised mouth opened and closed several times, without making a sound.
But he understood, it was a Vietnamese swear word.
He has heard very familiar pronunciation many times.
In fact, nothing has changed over the years. Whether in Myanmar, Chiang Rai, or after returning to China, no matter who you are loyal to or who you are, you are always doing the same thing repeatedly.
Wu Yu was in a trance, his elbow instinctively used his most familiar force. In the next second, only a few throat bone rubbing sounds in Kara, the Vietnamese's eyes protruded, and two bloody arrows suddenly appeared in the nose and mouth!
dīng dīng dīng dīng ding!
The loud bang of the golden bell caused Wu Yu to recover and let go of the Vietnamese. Fortunately, he had not had time to kill him. The latter knelt on his knees and couldn't help rolling, coughing and gagging. The first responders arranged by the bar immediately carried a simple stretcher into the ring.
The referee grabbed Wu Yu's hand and raised it high, hissing loudly, but Wu Yu couldn't understand it. The surrounding atmosphere is heating up, and those who have won the money are excited and frantic. Those who have lost the money grabbed all the things they could throw out and threw them out desperately. Sharp screams such as "Go to the Vietnamese" and "Go back to the monkey" were mixed with cheers. , Everyone is jumping and roaring like crazy.
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
He retracted his hand and walked behind the ring. The corner of his eye swept through the sprites, and suddenly stopped.
——Not far from the stage, a young man in his twenties and thirties, wearing a dark gray shirt, black trousers and leather shoes, sat in the audience, his clothes and temperament were incompatible with his surroundings. The multicolored strobe lights were reflected in his eyes, shining brightly, and he just looked at Wu Yu with a smile and applauded.
Wu Yu's pupils were slightly compressed.
At this moment, suddenly the wind changed behind him.
At some point, the Vietnamese grabbed a fragment of a wine bottle from the audience and broke free of the emergency personnel. His eyes were red with blood, and he ran into Wu Yu!
In this extremely chaotic scene stimulated by alcohol and blood, no one could find the abnormality the first time, and even the nearest referee did not respond. The Vietnamese copied a sharp piece of glass and pierced Wu Yu's heart!
call!
Wu Yu turned around abruptly, and the shimmering fragments clung to the T-shirt behind his heart, and the fabric cracked silently.
At the same moment, he grabbed the back of the Vietnamese man's neck and chopped the opponent's legs and ankles with his flying feet. In just one shot, he lost his balance and fell forward all over his body, facing the sharp pillar of the ring!
The noise of the whole world faded, and the Vietnamese had only the tip of the pillar in front of them, fast approaching in the pupil with the tip of the needle, he heard the death god grinning and cleaving the sickle——
But then just listen: pop! !
The Vietnamese's eyes were dark, painful, and the fight stopped; saw Wu Yu put a palm on his eyes to lift his upper body vigorously, and the back of his hand was half an inch from the tip of the ring pillar!
With a loud crash, Wu Yu threw him out with a split hand. The Vietnamese fell to the ground on his back, and was rushed up by the security and emergency personnel.
"@￥#@#￥￥%..." The Vietnamese master jumped onto the stage and bowed and said something loudly. Hearing that meant begging for mercy and thanks. But Wu Yu just looked at him, stood quietly for a moment, then turned and jumped off the ring.
The young man in a suit and leather shoes stood up to him in the distance, but this time Wu Yu didn't catch anyone's eyes, and walked straight back to the background.
"Here, thirty thousand." Three stacks of banknotes swish yards in front of you, and another paper bag stomped in front of you. Just by listening to the sound, you knew that the weight was quite heavy, and the fat man could not see his teeth with a smile: "This is I said that the dividend, brother, I have added 20% to you, how about it? I know that our Angkor must be able to kill the Vietnamese monkeys, right, right?"
The surrounding employees are all cheering, and compliments are endless.
"You don't have to be so simple, come out and play a few more games, make more money while you can make money, huh?" The fat man squeezed to Wu Yu's side, and persuaded with all his heart, "Next time you come, come forward To be a living house, or if the two of us join forces, I don’t think there is any boxing arena in Yongli Street in this area that can become a climate. We have to focus on the entire Jinhai, even North China..."
Wu Yu fastened his shoelaces, got up and patted the fat man on the shoulder.
"Huh?" The fat man was flattered.
"Don't find me out for bureaus under 200,000 in the future."
Wu Yu sullen his head, picked up the purse in the fat man's gaping stare, wrapped it in his jacket, tucked it under his arm, and got out of the back door of the bar.
At 11:40, the bus dangled in front of the platform.
Wu Yu held the tufted coat in one hand, and got out of the car with the other in his trouser pocket. He walked through the long street late at night, walking swiftly and turning into the winding and narrow alleys of the old city.
After every two street lights, one is broken. The moonlight shines on the winding stone road. The sides of the originally cramped path are full of household debris: stone tiles, urine buckets, cardboard boxes, rusty and dusty. Twenty-eight bars, a tricycle covered with oilcloth, ready to be pushed out of the stall tomorrow morning. The lights in the bungalow on the side of the road were all turned off. Wu Yu bowed his head and walked out of the alley without stopping at all. With a ghostly turn, he disappeared into another fork in the Hui-shaped alley.
A few seconds later, a pair of well-made leather shoes walked out of the shadows and gently stopped at the fork in the road. The green and white moonlight finally showed the face of the stalker-the young man in the shirt and pants in the bar.
He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and exhaled as if to admit defeat: "Wu..."
A hand flashed from behind him, pinched his throat with lightning speed, and banged his whole person against the stone wall!
Wow! The wall ash and gravel fell like a drizzle.
"I said don't follow me," Wu Yu pressed to the ear of the stalker, and said softly, "Lin, Kang."
"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Lin Kang choked for a long time before finally reluctantly stopped, but still couldn't speak when his throat was pinched, so he raised his hand and gestured behind Wu Yu. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Wu Yu tilted his head slightly, and as expected, not far behind him, two plainclothes who had just rushed out hesitated to stop, his expression tense as if he were facing an enemy, and after a few seconds of confrontation, he finally resigned himself to the darkness step by step. in.
Wu Yu let go, Lin Kang let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his neck and smiled helplessly: "Look, we really have no malice, we are just protecting you--"
Wu Yu interrupted him, his voice was flat without ups and downs: "No need."
Lin Kang looked helpless: "They just follow orders..."
"roll!"
Lin Kang's eyes moved slightly, his mouth opened as if he wanted to explain something, but then Wu Yu turned and walked into the dark.
"Hey, Wu Yu!" Lin Kang caught up with him a few steps, coughing again because his voice increased, but he didn't mind, so he coughed and laughed loudly: "I like you very much, someday I will go out to a bar together !"
This time Wu Yu didn't even turn his head: "Drink your sister."
Lin Kang couldn't help laughing, and then turned into a big laugh. When he raised his head again, the thin and sharp figure had disappeared at the end of the moonlight.
There was a splash of hot water, and the plastic shower curtain was quickly covered with dots of water.
Wu Yu closed his eyes in the water, and the light fainted the world through his thin eyelids. The familiar dull pain gradually climbed from the ribs on his back to his brain. It was a fierce shoulder throw of a Vietnamese boxer. Although it will not break the bones, but it will take ten and a half months to get over.
After all, he is no longer the age he can work hard in his twenties.
Perhaps because of the heat, Wu Yu's thoughts drifted for a moment, and a pair of fierce and blood-red eyes gradually emerged from the deep black and chaotic subconscious—it was the Vietnamese who had been strangled in the ring just now, struggling to furiously.
"Fight! Fight!" "Vietnamese!" "Kill him!"
The colorful lights around the ring were dazzling, and the frantic cheers went up and down.
"Fight!" "Kill him!" "Traitor!"
In the darkened torture room, every sound of a ball bat smashing a bone or a head hitting a stone wall was so clear that it was creepy.
"Striped running dog!"
"Don't say kill him!"
"kill him!!"
...
Numerous messy angers flooded into a deep ocean, and the water pressure expanded rapidly, taking away the last trace of oxygen from the lungs——
"Cough cough cough cough!" Wu Yu suddenly broke out with choking cough.
He fumbled hurriedly to turn off the shower, and didn't even feel it when he hit his hand. He slowly squatted on the ground while holding the wall, shaking his whole body uncontrollably. The buzzing from the brain to the ear drums made him unable to distinguish between consciousness and reality for a while. It took a long time before he heard a hoarse and rapid gasp in the bathroom, like a sleepy beast, it was himself.
No, no, he forced himself to think over and over again, he couldn't go on like this.
It will die if this continues.
He couldn't tell if it was a fear or desire from the depths of the soul, so he quickly forced himself to calm down, got up and wiped his wet face vigorously, wrapped it in a bath towel and walked out of the simple bathroom. When he went out, his profile was in the misty mirror. There was a flash of light, and the light ink tattoo patterns from the lower part of the neck to the shoulder blades undulated slightly with the movement.
On the single wooden bed in the bedroom, there were a few changes of clothes piled up randomly. Wu Yu grabbed a pair of loose trousers and put his lean upper body naked. He took out the paper bag from the jacket he brought back tonight, and all the banknotes fell on the table. , clicked one by one two times. Through this process, heart was finally settled, and the chaotic brain gradually returned to its usual calmness and clarity.
He knelt on the ground, pulled out the safe under the bed, and threw the paper bag full of money into it. There were already two or three of the same paper bags in the safe. He took out a thin account book to write down one by one, and then carefully calculated the latest total. As expected, it was exactly the same as the result of his mental calculation on the way home. People are more satisfied with the number; then he locked the safe and pushed it back under the bed, got up and relaxed his shoulders and neck in relief, and let out a long breath.
There was a clock hanging on the wall of the small bedroom, and the second hand ticked slightly, midnight.
Wu Yu wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and drank slowly with a glass of ice water in one hand, his eyes patrolling from the bedside bookshelf: "Criminal Evidence", "Introduction to Foreign Police Affairs", "Public Security Informatics", "Criminology" Site Investigation...
The rows of familiar books made him lose his mind for a moment, and he unconsciously remembered his immediate boss-the leader of the criminal investigation detachment who was said to have been airborne at a young age, surrounded by famous schools and family, and many other auras. His workaholic with five million expressions.
Wu Yu shook his head mockingly.
——Bu Chonghua’s kind of young elites, three miles away, can make a little bit like him feel an aura called "can't afford".
Wu Yu picked out "Public Security Informatics" from that row of professional books, and turned to the page that he hadn't read last week, took out his glasses and put them on, and turned on the bedside lamp.
The night breeze blew the window lattice slightly, shaking the screens almost invisibly.
Suddenly Wu Yu looked up as if feeling something.
"..."
He got up and stood on the side of the window edge against the wall, opened the gauze curtain with a pen, frowned and looked out.
Residents in the old community downstairs, moths fluttered and hit the street lamp, and the shadow of the tree smeared thick or shallow ink in the dark night. In the bushes, a star of flame flickered, it was a cigarette butt.
Lin Kang stood under the tree, the street lamp pulled the figure out of the old man, and saw that he was holding the phone in one hand and didn't know what he was typing, with a cigarette in the other. He suddenly stopped moving as if feeling something, and looked up.
But just before the eyes met, Wu Yu's fingers moved lightly, and the curtains quietly closed instantly.
The iris of the bedside lamp outlines the contours of his side face, his eyelashes are drooping and the roots are distinct, the smooth nose is smudged with a small patch of warm yellow, and the neck is glowing with ivory luster, winding all the way hidden in the sunken collarbone. However, from the corner of his eyes to his cheeks, he was completely submerged by midnight shadows, and a light flashed slightly under his black and white eyes, like crushed ice colliding lightly in the glass.
"..." His lips moved, a vaguely two-word swear word, but he didn't swear.
Wu Yu took the book and fell on his single bed, too lazy to worry about the group of people downstairs. He only listened to the regular ticking of the second hand in the shabby room. After a while, he held his glasses and gently turned a page with dense notes. page.
