Police Chen Shu

Big L.

A border man from Yunnan Province, he was wearing a pair of black shorts and was dark all over. He looked thinner than Li Xia, but if you look closely, you can see that his strong muscles exposed by his bare chest were definitely the result of real fighting.

Under the spotlight, he had a hooked nose, thin lips, narrow eyes and sunken cheeks. There was no extra fat on his face. He liked to sneer and then showed a row of white teeth, which formed a sharp contrast with his dark skin.

There was a long scar on his left face that stretched from his forehead to his chin. When he smiled, the skin on his face moved, like a crawling centipede, making his face look hideous. It is said that appearance is determined by the heart, and this is the type of people they are referring to.

"Roar!"

Big L roared around in a demonstrative manner.

There were two or three staff members wearing Yaksha masks standing around the ring, but it was obvious that Big L was not showing off his force to them.

The four live cameras in four directions were what Big L really cared about.

In the early days of black market boxing, if there were a hundred or so spectators participating in the gambling, it could be considered a top event in the local area. Whether it was the organizer or the contestant, they were all well-known figures in the local area.

However, with the advent of the Internet, black market boxing, an underground activity with a long tradition of decades, has also tasted the dividends of the times like other industries.

There are still two people fighting, but through such a thin network cable, behind a screen, there are thousands of spectators from all over the world.

They witnessed every bloody duel with their own eyes, betting, cheering, cursing, and when the emotions reached the peak, countless expensive gifts were like free, and they were crazy in the live broadcast room.

Originally, the Shuitou Gang only cared about the gambling, calculated the odds, and then just took the money behind the scenes. 10%, 20%, and even 30% have been done. This is a business that can make money with your eyes closed.

Then, the Internet economy was linked, and the brutal fighting style attracted more and more fans to watch. In a short period of time, thousands of people were accumulated, and the paid viewing income of each game was comparable to that of offline casinos.

And the cost was also very low, just four cameras.

Of course, the cost can also be very high, that is, the loser.

The audience pays not only to see the winner. If you have the spare time, why not turn on the "Sports Channel", where large-scale national and even international events are free.

What they want must be a more exciting and cruel hunting experience.

"Stand up! I know you can still stand up!" Big L, who had been showing off his power, stood in front of Li Xia again and raised his chin provocatively.

The bloody smell on the concrete floor was already very strong. Under the light of the lighting, Li Xia was seen kneeling on one knee on the ground, with his right fist on the concrete floor, and the bandage wrapped around his fist was seeping red.

And his left hand was hanging weakly to one side.

"I heard that you participated in the competition to save money for your sick mother? Filial son, let me ask you, have you saved enough?" Big L leaned down and teased with a smile.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" Li Xia lowered his head and gasped.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Big L leaned down a little more and pretended to regret: "Without money, my mother's life will be gone."

"Huh, huh, huh" Li Xia still lowered his head and said vaguely, "You are talking so much, are you boxing or on a variety show?"

Big L glanced at the fluorescent board held high in the corner in the distance. There were three words written on it, namely: broken hand, broken foot, and broken nose.

Among them, the words broken foot and broken hand were crossed out by someone.

The only thing left was broken nose.

Big L stood up and uttered a trash talk that has been tried and tested since he started his career: "Tsk tsk, if I knew I would give birth to a coward like you, I would not have chuckled your mother in the first place. Haha!"

Cuckoo

Li Xia's throat made a strange sound, and he raised his head slightly. His face was covered in blood, and only his eyes exuded a cold gaze.

Big L took a step back, knowing that it was done.

In the live broadcast room, fans also started a new round of carnival.

"Damn, why does Big L never change his lines every time he curses? I'm sick of hearing him say this every day!"

"How high is his IQ and EQ for a black boxer? It's already good enough that he can speak clearly."

"Silly, are you new here? Let me tell you, this sentence is the most effective! As long as it is sprayed into the opponent's ears, everyone will get angry!"

"Haha, look, the person stood up! Hold your breath, the show is about to begin!"

"Brothers, hurry up and gather 20 carnivals, you must go to the guillotine tonight!"

"Guillotine!"

"Guillotine!"

"Guillotine!"

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The fireworks show and gift barrage in the live broadcast room were almost simultaneously displayed on the screen, and the fans were completely in a state of madness. No one could believe that Li Xia, who had broken his hands and feet, could stand up again.

For those who are addicted to the virtual network, this kind of man who is still stubborn in the face of adversity is a complete provocation and irony, and must be defeated.

After the chaos, the comments section unexpectedly became united, and the audience's emotions were once again ignited by Big L's impromptu performance.

In a room with thousands of people, the three words "Guillotine" flooded the comment section like a waterfall, and the cruelty and ruthlessness contained in the words overflowed.

Some words of regret and doubt were inserted abruptly, but before anyone could see them clearly, they were instantly pushed up by the neatly arranged "guillotine" behind them and disappeared.

"Villain, die because of talking too much." Li Xia turned sideways with difficulty, slowly shifting the weight of his body to the right side, so that his healthy right hand began to bear most of the support, "Hey, you, while you are still sober, if you have any ideas, speak up quickly."

Muscles were tense, sweat mixed with blood slid down from his trembling forehead, and veins on his forehead bulged. Li Xia used all his strength to arch his upper body upward little by little.

Slowly, he stood up, raised his right fist, and took a fighting posture.

Big L nodded and sent out the first high sweep of the game. In his mind, this would be a very perfect ending move, and he naturally had to pose so that fans would have time to take a screenshot.

The victory or defeat of the game only took these few minutes, but a cool picture, who knows, in the next few days, can bring him continuous income and new fans.

What is the most important thing in the Internet age? Traffic!

Speaking of playing with short videos, he can be regarded as the person who knows it best in the black boxing.

At the beginning, Da L was a little uncomfortable and even embarrassed. After all, he was fighting with others to death the moment before, and the next second he had to "click" several times for a better shooting effect and cooperate with the other party for a win-win situation.

However, with the visible increase in the number of fans and the increasing number of bank deposits, Da L finally got used to acting and was proud of it. The play is fake, but the money that falls into the money bag is real.

The high sweep that has been practiced thousands of times has become a little dull because of the intervention of money. It was a little wrong to cut the target's head, and the touch of the reaction force was a little uncomfortable.

However, it was enough to deal with a half-disabled person. Da L stopped the long legs of the high sweep with confidence and posed a handsome move.

Li Xia raised his hand to block, and a gravity rushed to his forehead with his right arm. In a trance, he felt his throat tighten, as if something was rushing up directly from his abdomen.

At this moment, Li Xia no longer had the strength to hold back the blood. He opened his mouth and spurted a large stream of blood directly in front of him.

The large amount of blood hit Big L's face, who was posing in a cool pose.