Chapter 45: Being supported by someone, you have to learn some skills
"Where is this kid going?"
Mr. Ming looked at the surveillance footage on the computer screen.
In the picture, Jiang Zhi was walking through the garden and onto the main road.
The shadow of his hat covered most of his face.
Uncle Zhou checked the multi-angle surveillance footage and said, "Looking at the direction, they should be leaving."
"Old man, do you want to stop him?"
Uncle Zhou has already taken out the communicator.
"Leave?" Mr. Ming thought for a moment and waved his hand. "Notify them and let them go."
In the manor, several teams of patrolling security personnel passed by Jiang Zhi, but they all tacitly turned a blind eye.
Suddenly, Jiang Zhi in the surveillance video stopped.
He raised his head and looked precisely at the location of the camera hidden on the side of the road.
"He discovered us?" Old Master Ming was so surprised that he leaned forward slightly.
After Uncle Zhou saw it clearly, he gasped and said in disbelief, "Someone who has not received professional training should not have such a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness..."
"Interesting." Old Master Ming looked at Uncle Zhou and asked, "You said he hasn't received any professional training?"
Uncle Zhou also calmed down, nodded, and replied: "I only found out that he used to be a sparring partner in an underground black boxing ring, but..."
"A natural warrior's instinct." Old Master Ming interrupted him. "He's a very malleable talent."
If this is true, then Jiang Zhi's talent is amazing.
This kind of innate intuition is difficult for ordinary people to possess even after countless trainings.
"Hey, Xiao Jiang? Why are you here in the middle of the night?"
The receptionist was smoking a cigarette and squinting his eyes as he looked at Jiang Zhi who suddenly appeared.
"Get something."
Jiang Zhi's voice was calm as he walked straight towards the storage room.
The receptionist stared at Jiang Zhi's receding figure and spat fiercely, dropping cigarette ash onto the registration book.
"What are you pretending for..." He muttered softly, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.
I've been in this mixed place for too long.
What I hate most is seeing people who are stubborn and stubborn.
It's obvious that we are all rats in the gutter.
He just insists on acting like he is out of touch with the world.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
Shanghai's underground black boxing ring is hidden in the basement of a boxing gym in the city center.
It's already late at night.
The venue was still bustling with people.
Under the glaring spotlight, two bloody black boxers are fighting desperately in the iron cage.
The shouts from the audience around almost blew the roof off.
Jiang Zhi walked through the crazy crowd without even glancing at the ring.
He locked the jade bracelet left by his mother here.
Even in the hardest times.
Jiang Zhi never thought of selling the bracelet.
Except for river carp.
This bracelet can be said to be another bond for him in this world.
There wasn't even a surveillance camera in the basement he rented.
Even if there is a door lock, it is useless.
Anyone can pry it open at will.
He didn't dare leave such an important thing there.
Jiang Zhi carefully put the bracelet into his pocket and gently closed the locker.
This time, perhaps it will be his last time here.
Jiang Zhi walked around to the back of the venue and stopped in front of a heavy, mottled iron door.
He tapped his fingers three times.
"Come in." A deep male voice came from inside the door.
Jiang Zhi pushed the door open and entered, then closed it gently.
The excellent sound insulation material filtered the roar from the boxing ring outside into a vague background noise.
Jiang Zhi took off his hat, his slightly long black hair was a little messy, revealing his handsome face.
Brother Long looked up and the cigar in his hand almost fell on the table.
"Jiang Zhi? Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to set foot in this kind of place after you become an adult?"
"Brother Long," Jiang Zhi said calmly, "Thank you for all these years."
"You're here in the middle of the night just to say this?" Brother Long frowned, his rough face full of confusion.
Jiang Zhi nodded and said, "I won't come here again."
Brother Long paused for a moment, then slowly put the cigar to his mouth and took a puff.
He still remembers the first time he met Jiang Zhi.
A fifteen-year-old boy stood in front of him, with a beautiful face and a thin chin.
I don't know where he found out about this place.
In those days, the authorities were very strict. Who would dare to employ minors in a serious job?
On the contrary, many bars and modeling agencies have set their sights on his face.
But Jiang Zhi refused to sell himself no matter what.
The modeling agency pays too slowly and he can't afford to wait.
"At that time, I felt sorry for you, so I thought of bringing you back to sweep the floor and clean the house..." Brother Long recalled while slowly exhaling smoke rings.
That was a rare kindness from him.
Who knew that Jiang Zhi actually started practicing boxing secretly and insisted on going on stage.
Although coming to power makes money quickly.
But he knows the rules of this underground boxing ring better than anyone else.
Once you get on stage, you either win or die.
Jiang Zhi is so stubborn.
With his small body and crude self-taught boxing skills.
Brother Long didn't dare let him go on stage at all.
In the end, they had no choice but to compromise and arrange for him to be a sparring partner.
Although you will inevitably get beaten, at least you can save your life.
"Have you found a proper job?" Brother Long asked casually after dusting off his cigarette ash.
He didn't expect Jiang Zhi to answer seriously: "I'm being raised by someone."
The cigarette that Long Ge had just inhaled got stuck in his throat, and he coughed until his face turned red. "W...what?"
He raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhi's face.
Suddenly, a complex emotion like that of an old father arose in my heart.
The child I watched grow up eventually took this path.
"...Successful." Brother Long finally crushed the cigar hard and squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.
After a pause, Brother Long cleared his throat, suddenly stood up and walked in front of Jiang Zhi, lowering his voice: "How about... introduce you to a master?"
He looked up and down at Jiang Zhi's wooden appearance, "You don't look like someone who can please others."
Jiang Zhi paused as he was about to leave and looked over in confusion: "What master?"
"Silly boy," Brother Long said, swiping his phone in frustration, "Since you're being kept by someone, shouldn't you learn some skills?"
As he said that, he clicked on Jiang Zhi's profile picture and pushed a contact number over, "Don't get kicked out later."
Jiang Zhi's attention immediately fell on the four words "kick out".
He looked at the chat interface and asked seriously, "What do I need to learn?"
"Stop talking so much nonsense!" Brother Long slapped him on the back. "Add it when you get back!"
"...Thank you, I'm leaving." After hearing this, Jiang Zhi could only nod, put on his hat again, and turned to leave.
"Boy," Brother Long suddenly called him and said, "Live well."
"Yeah." Jiang Zhi didn't stop and didn't look back.
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