Full-time King

After going down a few flights of stairs, a noisy sound came from inside, and soon, a huge basketball court appeared in front of Zheng Liang. In the center of the basketball court, a special competition arena was built there. It was surrounded by a crowd of spectators, there were thousands of people, everyone was looking at the stage and shouting desperately. At this moment, there were two people competing there, and one of them was beating the other to death.

"Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat him to death!" People shouted loudly at the contestants on the stage, very excited, with sweat all over their faces. Eighty percent of these people were rich people, and some were people with average incomes. They all came here to seek excitement and money.

Zheng Liang opened this underground black boxing match here, making money from tickets and betting. Almost all the money of people who came here went into Zheng Liang's pocket. Only a few people could make money from here, but Zheng Liang would do everything he could to make the money away from them. No one could take a penny away from here because the entire match was controlled by Zheng Liang.

"Liangzi!" Wu Jiang, who was far away, saw Zheng Liang coming and immediately came over with a bottle of XO, looking very happy, because he made a lot of money tonight, twice as much as yesterday.

"Number six has won seven times, that's enough. Go and call up number four to kill number six." Zheng Liang looked at Wu Jiang and said. Wu Jiang immediately nodded in agreement and walked towards the boxers' lounge in the distance.

"Hmph! Give all the money to me." Zheng Liang sneered in his heart as he looked at this group of excited people.

At this time, a gangster and a middle-aged man who looked honest came towards Zheng Liang.

"Young Master Zheng, this guy wants to borrow money!" the gangster looked at Zheng Liang and said. Zheng Liang listened and took a look at the man. He looked honest, but his eyes were full of excitement. It was obvious that he was fascinated by the boxing gambling here and wanted to make a fortune. In the end, he lost all the money he brought. He was unwilling to give up and wanted to earn it back, so he came to him to borrow money.

"How much do you want?" Zheng Liang looked at the man and asked, without considering whether the man could pay him back, because he had a way to earn back several times the money he had lent.

"Fifty...fifty thousand." The man looked at Zheng Liang nervously. This was his second time coming to the boxing ring. Yesterday, a co-worker brought him here to gamble on boxing. Unexpectedly, he made thirty or forty thousand in one go. He was excited the whole night. He didn't expect that money could be made so easily. Today, under the persuasion of several co-workers, he brought hundreds of thousands of house demolition compensation, ready to make a fortune. Unexpectedly, he lost it all, not a penny left. He was unwilling to accept this and wanted to borrow money to make up for his losses, otherwise how could he go back to see his wife and children.

Zheng Liang looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Okay, fifty thousand, no problem, but you have to pay it back before tonight, otherwise I'll double it."

"Yes, I will." The middle-aged man said hurriedly. He believed that he would be able to make a comeback next time.

"Okay, what's your name?" Zheng Liang asked.

"Fan Zeng!" said the middle-aged man.

"Okay, follow me!" Zheng Liang looked at Fan Zeng and said, then took Fan Zeng to one side and came to an office above the stadium. Several people were sorting a large amount of banknotes there, and they all stopped when they saw Zheng Liang coming.

"Give him 50,000 yuan, and ask him to sign a promissory note." Zheng Liang said to one of them.

"Yes, Mr. Zheng!" The man did as he was told immediately, took out 50,000 yuan and gave it to Fan Zeng, and took out a printed IOU and gave it to Fan Zeng. Fan Zeng didn't even think about it, he just picked up a pen and signed the IOU, pressed his fingerprint, and hurried to the place where he placed the bets with the money.

"I bet on number six to win, and I'll bet all 50,000 yuan!" Fan Zeng put the money on the table and said to the staff in charge of boxing betting. The staff immediately took all the money and printed out a receipt from the computer and gave it to Fan Zeng. Fan Zeng took it, held it tightly in his hand, looked at the two people on the stage, and silently prayed in his heart that number six would win the game, and he must win the game.

"Okay, everyone, a new game is about to begin. The boxing champion from Thailand, No. 4 Awang, will fight against our seven-game winning streak champion No. 6 Killer. One is a well-known boxer in Thailand's underground boxing ring, and the other is the champion who just won seven consecutive games. The showdown between the two top players is about to begin. Who will stay in the arena? Let us wait and see. The game begins!" The host shouted loudly holding the microphone.

"Roar, I'm number one!" The number six God of Killing immediately slapped his chest and shouted loudly, which immediately caused a shout from the audience, while the number four Awang seemed very low-key, looking at number six coldly with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Hmph! Thai guy, die!" The God of Slaughter roared and killed Awang fiercely.

"Come on, Six, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Everyone in the audience stood up to cheer for number six, because they all bet on number six to win. As long as number six won, they would make a lot of money. Fan Zeng also shouted loudly for number six to win. The whole scene was so sensational that it seemed as if the basement was shaking.

"Humph!"

Awang looked at the attacking God of Slaughter, snorted coldly, quickly dodged, moved to the side, and kicked the God of Slaughter in the stomach.

"go away!"

Lu Shen was an experienced boxer, how could he be kicked so easily? He simply stretched out his hand and slapped Awang's foot hard, causing Awang to lose balance and fall forward.

"die!"

At this time, Lu Shen took the opportunity to kick Awang in the back, hitting him right in the back.

"Oh!"

"what!"

With a muffled groan, Awang flew out in an instant, hit the rope and fell to the ground.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

At this moment, everyone was boiling with excitement and roaring. The God of Slaughter also raised his fists proudly and shouted at everyone, not taking Awang seriously at all.

At this moment, on one side of the boxing ring, a door opened and four people walked in. The first to come in were a man and a woman. They were wearing very tattered clothes, like beggars. They looked around as soon as they entered the door. Behind them were two people, one with a short haircut and the other a fat man with a big gold chain.

These four people were Qin Tian and his friends. Qin Tian and Li Feier got in the car and were brought here. They had no idea why the wretched fat man brought them here before, but now when they came in and took a look, they immediately understood that this was actually an underground black boxing ring.

"Damn, I didn't expect there was such a big black boxing ring hidden here, and it's within my sphere of influence in the south of the city. No one knows about it. Who opened it?" Qin Tian thought to himself as he looked at this underground boxing ring. He had to let the madman investigate it thoroughly. He didn't even know what was happening right under his nose. It would be troublesome if something happened.