The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 171 V's First Punch!
In the evening, at six o'clock.

Jinlian old fat Dex excitedly came to Naizi bar to greet V to go out and punch.

V also accepted the other party's invitation with a face full of joy, excitedly going out to fight.

Then the two were like elementary school students who wanted to sneak out to play video games and were caught by their parents. They were stopped by the angry Wumeng at the door of the bar.

"Van, why don't you show me the scene, where do you want to go?!"

Before V could speak, Dex first explained.

"Oh, the beautiful Ms. W, I just want to ask this Mr. Van to do something he loves to do, and he will get paid a lot..."

When Wumeng heard that her entire face turned green, she suddenly jumped to her feet.

"Are you kidding me!! This kid was brought by me to watch the show, he's not selling himself!!!"

Hearing this, Dex's face darkened, and he explained embarrassingly.

"No, no, no! You completely misunderstood me. I just introduced him to a few punches, not the [special service] of your bar..."

"Oh~ So that's how it is..."

Seeing that the misunderstanding was resolved, W's green face returned to normal, then he grabbed Dex's big gold chain and shouted angrily.

"Fatty man, dare to poach my corner, you are more courageous than a human! This kid is mine, you want to fool around in front of me? Dreaming!"

In desperation, Dex had no choice but to give V a look, and let him figure out a way to convince this bitch.

V rubbed his head, a little embarrassed.

"That... Miss W, I'll just take the time to play a few games, and I'll come back to watch the games as soon as the games are over!"

Seeing V's innocent face, Wumeng almost rolled his eyes in anger.

"Are you the one who sees the situation like this, and you still have flexible working hours! Something is going to happen, and my body will be cold when you come back!"

These words are justified and well-founded, making it difficult for V to refute.

On the contrary, Dex suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Sister W, you have to take a long-term view. Stopping a man from chasing his dream is not enough to keep him by his side. What's more, letting a boxer like Van, who is full of special skills, watch the fight is too overkill. He won a few fights. The money you make can probably arm the chicks in your shop to the teeth..."

Hearing about the money, Wumeng raised her eyebrows and asked back.

"Does boxing make money?"

Dex smiled confidently.

"A punch that can punch is better than a hundred Xs that can be clamped in your store!"

Hoo-boom!

Wumeng grabbed the big gold chain on Dex's body and smashed him to the ground!

"You fucking dare to objectify women!"

Dex, who was lying on the ground, grinned and begged for mercy.

"OK, OK! I was wrong, I have something to discuss! That's just a metaphor, I don't mean to offend you and your employees..."

After thinking about it carefully, Wumeng's snow-white arm rested on V's shoulder.

"Okay, I'll allow you to go boxing, but remember, I have to get a share of the money you make!"

money?
Because V lost his memory, and when he was in the garbage area, no one had an ID chip, and everyone bartered, so now V has no concept of money at all.

He said very boldly.

"No problem, as long as you let me punch, it's fine to give you all the money!"

"what?!"

Wumeng was taken aback for a moment, and then she completely believed that this kid really lost his memory.

With a fiery look in his eyes, Wumeng secretly thought.

Quicksand, you idiot... this time, you must definitely fasten it!
And under Dex's sunglasses, there is a sad look at his wife's strict control.

"Dude... I'm not talking about you, no matter how much you trust your girl, a man still needs to have his own inventory... Ugh! No, no, no, a good man should give his money to his wife... Ugh! !!"

……

NO.11 underground boxing field.

This shady place was still filled with passionate shouts as usual.

Although the projections of the boxing match are shown on the billboards all over the streets of the city that never sleeps, the feeling of being close to the scene and stirring the soul is incomparable to the cold projection on the screen.

Backstage, Dex introduced V Dao to Ma Laowu, the manager of the venue.

"Hey, this is the boxer I introduced to you, the famous Van! His fists are real, you better arrange a better place for my brother!"

Ma Laowu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and glanced at the mecha on V's body. It smelled like wasteland, and it was simply a random piece of parts picked up in the garbage dump.

If someone else introduced such a guy, he wouldn't even bother to take a second look, so he would just blow away.

Patting Dex on the shoulder, Ma Laowu shook his head and smiled.

"Dex, you've really been getting better and better! You have unearthed a few good players before, why are you bringing this kind of scrap iron to me now?"

Smiling calmly, Dex pointed his thumb towards V, and began to praise his mighty fighters.

"Your information is too ill-informed. My brother single-handedly singled out the ruthless people of the [Tiger Gang] for his own girl! [Winged Tiger] Xiao Liang has always heard the name, right? Dude, put your fists together!" Down! The boss of [Tiger Gang] was so scared that he asked him to help out with punches!"

Boss Ma smiled and sighed, dismissing it.

Dex, the boxing scout, is also an old acquaintance with him, and he knows the opponent's mouth-running kung fu best.

Just dragging a sauce duck to the boxing ring, this black fat man can become a steel fist fighter.

"Okay, I don't have time to care about those messy things on the road. I only care about the situation in the boxing ring. Since this brother was introduced by you, I won't let him go for nothing even if he is dressed in scrap iron. Come on, Channel One!"

"Taiwan number one?!"

Taking off his sunglasses fiercely, Dex stared wide-eyed, feeling insulted.

"I've been talking to you for a long time, and you let my brother beat the bad boy on the first channel?!"

Ma Laowu said while registering information.

"Okay, it's really a face for you to let him play with such a mecha. Look at him, which boss would bet on him?"

Dex gritted his teeth.

"Okay! Let's [fight to pass the level], we must let my brother become famous tonight!"

Hearing the word [Dou Tongguan], Ma Laowu had to take a deep look at V with astonishment.

"Young man, do you have a grudge against Dex? This fat man is probably trying to kill you on stage!"

Too lazy to talk to the manager, Dex gave V a wink and took him away.

After squeezing through the crowds of spectators, the two came to a remote boxing ring.

The boxing ring here is rather dilapidated, and it seems that the maintenance is not diligent, and the people gathered are not as many as other places.

"Brother, just now that guy looked down on us and asked you to play the most watery field, but don't be careless, we are all ruthless today, come and fight as much as you want! Let these people see how powerful the famous Van is! "

"Ah."

Compared to Dex's turmoil, V didn't complain much.

He knows that the name is played out, not blown out.

Not long after, a dog-like host in a suit and a collar appeared on the boxing ring. He recited loudly the glorious deeds of boxers in the ring with his magnetic mechanical prosthetic voice.

"Today, our No. [-] ring is about to usher in a [Dou Tongguan] contestant, he is the famous Van! You may not know this name, but the local tyrant [Tiger Gang] in District [-] was recently defeated by this The warrior was so dizzy! Two punches made [Winged Tiger] kneel down and beg for mercy, even [Dong Baihu] saw him and could only regard him as a distinguished guest, please ask him to punch for himself!"

According to Dex's bragging text, the host, based on the principle that as long as he can't die, he will love him to death, introduced V with embellishment and jealousy, so that the ghosts who watched the punches could place their bets.

Hearing this name, look at the machine guy who is full of wasteland atmosphere under the stage.

The discussion among the spectators suddenly increased!
"Who the hell is Van, who dares to come up and punch with a few pieces of scrap iron, and go out sideways later?"

"Damn, dare to use the name of [Tiger Gang] to make fun of, are you really not afraid of being shot to death by [Tiger Gang]?"

But there are really a few people in the audience who have heard of the name Van.

"Don't tell me, I've heard this name before, but that kid should be preparing for a life-and-death match with the [SMT group] two days later, this fucking is not me!"

"Hahaha, speaking of which, that Van is really famous, and just a day later, there are punks pretending to be!"

"Damn it, it's a cosplay!"

In any case, the atmosphere in the audience was really heated up by the host's few words.

Although most of them are not optimistic about this scrap iron boy, there are always a few gamblers who feel that this guy's name is not groundless, and stud with ideas.

Seeing that the momentum was picking up, Dex gave V a thumbs up, signaling him to come on stage.

Without saying a word, V came to the stage in a low-key and calm manner.

Then the host spoke again.

"Wuhu—I don't need to introduce this first challenger? Everyone's old acquaintance [Nioh Komayu]!!"

Hearing this name, a burst of warm cheers erupted immediately from the audience.

"It turned out to be that 【Nioh】? This cosplay scrap iron boy is going to be unlucky!"

"That's right, how many people can defeat [Nio Komayu] in the first arena?"

"It's rare for someone to [Dou Tongguan], it will end so soon, what a disappointment!"

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, a giant man in his early two meters appeared in front of V.

Just by looking at his appearance, it is easy to understand that this man is by no means an ordinary person.

Even though it was covered by the mecha, the huge muscles could still be clearly seen, and the back muscles, which were the key points of the hit, could be said to be unnaturally bulging like showing off.

The mecha covering the body like a statue is full of strong sense of strength, and the iron fists bear the traces of countless battles.

By now, there is no need to have any doubts about the strength of this man, right?

In contrast, V on the other side, with a figure in his early 1.8 meters, has no obvious muscle curves, and the dilapidated mecha on his body is full of wasteland atmosphere.

It's hard to imagine that these two guys are going to compete on the same stage?

What a joke!
"ready, go!"

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