fatal blow

During this month, Yuan Jing imagined over and over again what the match at the end of the month would be like.

In a sport like boxing, it is impossible to predict in advance what actions will be made on the field, and the focus must be on the opponent, which changes as the opponent changes.When to attack, when to defend, which part to attack and defend, what kind of footwork to use, what kind of punch and leg combination, what kind of connecting movement...all in the blink of an eye.

In fact, Yuan Jing was a little uneasy, because there is no trick that is absolutely impossible to see through.

But there is no turning back when the bow is opened, and the family is waiting to use the money.It's a gamble where winning and losing are treated so differently it's the difference between heaven and hell.

Even knowing this, Yuan Jing still chose to gamble.Money will not come easily, and greater gains will inevitably come with greater risks. Yuan Jing cannot predict her own future.Sometimes he wondered if he would still be alive a month later.

Soon it was game day.

For the whole day, Yuan Jing didn't eat much.

This time it was different from previous games.His purpose in the ring is to lose to his opponent.

The opponent is short in stature, quick in movement, and uses fierce and efficient fighting techniques.The waist, hips and other parts can be twisted quickly, and weapons such as fists, knees and elbows are often thrown out like whips.His style is completely different from Yuan Jing's. Yuan Jing was born in Sanda, and the principle of using strength to fight according to the situation in Chinese Kungfu is deeply rooted, while the opponent has practiced Muay Thai since he was a child, and he pays attention to head-to-head. The comparison is fierce and very lethal.

Yuan Jing was as careful as usual.

Although this small Thai has such a natural vigor and excellent physical condition, compared with Yuan Jing, what he lacks is one thing that can often determine the outcome of a game-experience.After a few fights, Yuan Jing discovered that most of the time he didn't choose the most reasonable moves, which was enough to knock him down on the ring.

Yuan Jing naturally wouldn't knock him down.In fact, every time it was possible to bring it down, Yuan Jing always missed a little distance when he punched.The opponent obviously didn't know that it was going to be a fake punch, and there was anger and humiliation in his eyes - he thought Yuan Jing was deliberately teasing him, just like a cat catching a mouse, the cat always let go of the mouse it got, and let it Fleeing around, then catching, letting go, over and over again, let the mouse try to get rid of it with blood and wounds all over its body, but in fact it was just being played with by applause, and finally it was thought that the cat was hungry or lost interest , the same still has to be eaten.

This anger and humiliation made the opponent's moves somewhat disorganized, but all the more powerful and fierce.

Yuan Jing took a few steps back.

The opponent finally used the trump card that had been invincible in the previous games.

When the last right uppercut came, Yuan Jing slowed down a little, and was hit at the vital point between the chin and the ear without any accidents, his movements froze, and immediately another straight punch hit his face.

Yuan Jing bumped into the pillar of the field and fell to the ground.The opponent finally seized such an opportunity, how could he let it go easily, and immediately elbowed Yuan Jing in the ribs again.

It hurts, Yuan Jing gritted his teeth and thought, the elbow from top to bottom, especially for this kind of person, the strength is really not ordinary.

Yuan Jing knew that the bones in his body must have been broken.

The referee started the countdown, and Yuan Jing fell there, watching the cheers and roars of the audience, feeling a little strange.In the past, he had never observed the madness in the auditorium from this position and this perspective.

10 to 1 was counted out quickly, someone ran up to the stage and helped Yuan Jing down.

When wandering out of the venue, Yuan Jing thought, if you go out this way and wait outside the door, you don't know whether it is life or death.He recalled the process just now over and over again in his mind, and he was sure that the flaws would not be easily seen.

After the match, Yuan Jing recuperated for two weeks, and sent the 20 black gold obtained from the fake boxing back to his account in China through the underground bank.

These underground banks are set up for those who live in Thailand illegally, and most of their customers are people who have income in Thailand but have no identity.In order to develop tourism in Thailand, the visa policy is very loose, so Chinese businessmen took the opportunity to enter and opened many such institutions.According to Thai law, to open an account in a Thai bank, you must hold a valid ID.In this way, Yuan Jing lost the right to remit money in ordinary financial institutions.Also, these underground banks can send money back to China faster than legitimate banks.

All Yuan Jing needs to do is to hand over the money to these banks, pay a 1% fee, and wait for the banks to send the money to family members thousands of miles away.

Once the money was transferred, Yuan Jing felt that he was finally able to breathe.

Day by day, the injury gradually got better.

The fake fist was getting farther and farther away, Yuan Jing didn't expect that there would be another disturbance later.

On this day, when the boss told Yuan Jing to rush to an entertainment place where the group of people often gathered, Yuan Jing didn't think much at all.But the sensitivity of his profession made him realize something was wrong as soon as he opened the door a little, and was about to quit, only to find that a gun was already pointed at him.

"...What is this for?" Yuan Jing asked.

"JING," the boss said, with bloodthirsty and indifference that Yuan Jing was all too familiar with, "Someone told me before that all Chinese people are traitors and liars, and now, I finally believe it."

Yuan Jing looked at the pistols and said nothing.

"You almost managed to hide it from me," said the person sitting on the sofa, "but fortunately, I brought back SASAKI."

The Japanese standing next to him was also a boxer, and very experienced, Yuan Jing could tell at a glance.

"SASAKI is the first person I've ever seen who can compete with you. I thought you two could compete with each other often. But unfortunately, the first gift that SASAKI gave me was to let me know, You, Jing, are deliberately losing punches."

The boss took a sip of his wine and said, "At first, I really couldn't believe it. But now I know that an account of 20 US dollars has just been remitted from an underground bank to your hometown. Your hometown is a small town. The place, I think... it shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?"

Yuan Jing looked at the guns and said word by word: "I don't know..."

"Whether it's true or not, I think it's true." The boss looked at Yuan Jing and said, "I'm very suspicious."

After a pause, he continued: "SASAKI didn't lose to you, and he was two years younger than you. JING, your era is already over. Think about it carefully, in the future, as the 'former' Pattaya boxing champion, you , and it might be troublesome."

Yuan Jing didn't panic.

Perhaps it was because he had anticipated this day.

$20.

His life was worth 20 US dollars.His life is worth 20 US dollars.

"After all, you have been under my command for so long." The boss leaned forward, "Although I am a dog who betrays people, I will do my last loyalty to you. After you die, I will have you Rest assured that the ashes and relics will be sent back to China."

Yuan Jing was planning to run away desperately, but suddenly heard a strange voice: "This is Chantawich's field, so let's not kill anyone."

Yuan Jing followed the voice and looked over, it was the man he had seen in the auditorium that time.

I only heard him say again: "The 200 million dollars, I guess I lost it. Sell me a favor and let me take this thing back, how about it?"