"You did very well. The black man and the white man were brought by the other side. Good luck in the next game." The translator conveyed the boss's message.
Yan Zheng glanced at his boss, then at the other boss, and sneered inwardly. Whoever lost was just stalling for time; they were treating the players' lives like a joke.
Half an hour later, as the sound of bronze drums began, Yan Zheng appeared. His assistant took off his coat and put on boxing gloves and a mouthguard for him.
The opposing Black player also came up on stage. He had watched Yan Zheng's duel with the white player very carefully and knew that this was the real opponent.
As soon as the whistle blew, the two immediately clashed, each dodging and weaving, making for a very exciting fight.
Yan Zheng had gotten into the swing of things and was about to continue when time was up. As the whistle blew, the crowd below booed incessantly.
The referee was also frustrated. Time was up and he couldn't not call the call. During the break, the boss personally climbed onto the stage, fed Yan Zheng water, and shouted "Go! Go!"
In the second round, the two didn't need the referee's instructions at all and started fighting directly. The black fighter was definitely skilled in kung fu. Judging from his dodging and jumping footwork, Lao Gui's loss was not shameful.
Yan Zheng had already learned the footwork of the black athlete, but he was not yet familiar with it, so he could only follow his footwork while launching sneak attacks.
Because he was too inexperienced, he was hit on the side of his face several times, feeling waves of pain. Yan Zheng's temper flared up, and he was about to launch a sweeping leg kick when the whistle blew.
"Damn it," Yan Zheng cursed inwardly. "Next round, I'll let you taste the iron fist, you damn black devil."
In the third round, the black athlete had basically mastered Yan Zheng's footwork, but unexpectedly, Yan Zheng changed his footwork and started using his opponent's footwork.
Now the black athlete couldn't escape Yan Zheng's punch. He tried to dodge to the right, but Yan Zheng followed him and stepped to the left, punching him directly in the face.
Yan Zheng saw in his mind the image of the old ghost being beaten beyond recognition, as well as his own cheek that had been hurt in the previous round. All the old and new grudges surged up.
Several heavy punches landed on the black athlete's eyes and cheeks. Just as the black athlete was about to retaliate, Yan Zheng delivered a straight kick to his face.
That kick knocked him to the ground, and Yan Zheng quickly pounced on him, his entire body pressing down on the black athlete.
The bosses in the audience gave a wry smile and a hearty laugh, as Yan Zheng used all the tricks he used against Lao Gui on the black contestant.
The black athlete was shocked. He desperately braced his shoulders to prevent the ball from hitting the ground, and then twisted his body, intending to push Yan Zheng to the ground.
Just as the black athlete twisted his body, Yan Zheng quickly jumped away, leaving the athlete with nowhere to put his brute force, and he knocked his own braces out.
Yan Zheng jumped up and his knee landed heavily on the black athlete's lumbar spine. With a crack, the black athlete screamed and fainted from the pain.
The next three matches were cancelled, and the entire stadium erupted in cheers of "Yan Zheng! Yan Zheng!"
This Chinese player made them a fortune today; they absolutely adore him.
Of course, some win and some lose. The black player's boss turned pale, stood up and left, abandoning the black player who was still unconscious on the stage.
The white player glanced at Yan Zheng and subtly made a heart shape with his hands. He understood that Yan Zheng had been letting him win the entire match.
Yan Zheng stepped off the stage and looked at his boss, who immediately hugged him: "Tomorrow, identity, your friend, hospital, money, OK?"
His Chinese was broken and intermittent, but Yan Zheng understood what he meant. He clasped his hands in thanks to the boss for keeping his promise.
The boss smiled wryly. Someone like Yan Zheng, you either have to shut him down completely, or he'll be the one who dies.
The underground boxing ring turned off its lights and people left; the black fighter was nowhere to be found.
Yan Zheng didn't care at all. This kind of person deserved to die. Even if he didn't die, Yan Zheng would find a way to kill him.
The boss had Yan Zheng taken to the hospital and went directly to the ward. Old Gui was still unconscious because he had been given anesthesia.
The translator told Yan Zheng that the old man had really been through a near-death experience, breaking 23 of his 24 ribs and losing hearing in his left ear.
His left eye is also likely to be lost; it all depends on his own healing abilities.
He also suffered a ruptured spleen and massive bleeding, requiring a blood transfusion at the hospital. His leg bone was also broken by a black athlete, leaving him bedridden for at least three months.
If Yan Zheng hadn't proposed using underground boxing to save people, Lao Gui would likely have died in the underground boxing ring.
But the boss promised to save the black man, not to raise him properly, so the remaining medical expenses must either be paid strictly by the patient or the patient is discharged and kicked out.
Yan Zheng laughed. The boss just wanted him to make money for him, right? Come on, at worst we'll fight in underground boxing matches again.
The translator gave Yan Zheng a deep look, and a desire to befriend him arose in his heart. In the island nation, the feelings between people were particularly cold.
No one will treat you to a meal. Even if you sit together, it's always Dutch treat, and every penny has to be calculated clearly.
No one will share your pain. If you jump off a building, they will only nod and say, "You can't go on living, so go ahead and jump."
Even if a couple goes to book a hotel room, they split the cost equally; they will never refuse to charge you just because you are a woman.
No one would risk their life for you, not even your own brothers or parents.
Seeing the translator's noticeably improved attitude, Yan Zheng understood why he had done this.
On the surface, he remained calm, but inwardly he sneered: "An island nation wants me to risk my life for you? Fine, offer an equivalent exchange."
The next morning, the translator brought over Yan Zheng and Lao Gui's passports. Yan Zheng opened them and laughed. The boss was so cute; he had made him and Lao Gui look like native Japanese.
The passport was real, and the names on it were real too; only the photo had been changed. From then on, Yan Zheng's name became Mi Tian Gong Yi, and the black guy became Mi Tian Gong Er.
It would be outrageous if islanders couldn't speak their native language. The boss enrolled Yan Zheng and the old man in a language school as a gift from the boss, but only for one semester's tuition.
Yan Zheng admired the boss, who was very good at winning people's hearts. He always gave little by little, then pulled in a big one, taking back all the principal and interest, and also earning a good reputation.
Yan Zheng negotiated with the boss, and the translator spoke up for Yan Zheng. The boss finally agreed that Yan Zheng would fight three underground boxing matches for him in exchange for a month's medical expenses for the black man.
Of course, if Yan Zheng wants, he can still go back to work at the casino; he has good apartments for rent there.
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