But unfortunately, let alone becoming a spirit, even if Wei Zhiyuan becomes a god, he can't escape this lesson.

Wei Qian woke up Wei Zhiyuan with a gloomy face, carried his back of his neck, and crossed the people all over the ground with bloody storms. He carried Wei Zhiyuan to the carriage like carrying sacks. He threw Wei Zhiyuan to the seat with the action of planting onions. He stood beside him, and the storm was about to come and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Wei Zhiyuan realized that he had committed a serious crime and had no choice but to die - he had to be beaten up. Out of the general rule of "confession and lenientness", he explained all the steps of his reasoning process, practical experience and evasion.

After hearing his adventures, Wei Qian felt that Sanpang was right. This naughty child might have become a weasel, and he was so clever when he was looking for death!

When he was about to curse without regard for public morality, he heard a sudden sound in Wei Zhiyuan's belly. The boy pressed his stomach, raised his head pitifully, and looked at Wei Qian with a pale little face.

Wei Qian looked at him, and at that moment, his expression was almost melancholy.

The eldest brother was wiped out by Wei Zhiyuan, so he had no choice but to buy the little boy a bread, a ham sausage and a bottle of mineral water from the legendary cart. He watched him pluck him in like a hungry wolf.

Wei Zhiyuan had enough food and drink, and had a premonition that he could not be kind at this time, so he got off from his seat anxiously: "Brother, sit down."

Wei Qian didn't say a word, but just glanced at him. Wei Zhiyuan felt a gust of wind near his little neck, and he didn't even dare to let out his anger and sat back silently.

For the remaining nearly twenty hours, Wei Qian stood down on the back of the seat.

They got off the train in a city in Guangdong, found a place to rest first, moved into a small hotel with affordable prices, and slept in the dark first.

After waking up, Wei Qian took a shower, bought some lunch boxes and came back to eat. When the two brothers rested and finished their meals, Wei Zhiyuan got beaten as he wished.

After the wonderful singles of the man, Wei Qian contacted Zhao Laojiu by phone from the hotel front desk. Then he took out twenty dollars from his pocket and gave it to Wei Zhiyuan, and warned sternly: "If you are hungry, go out to buy food by yourself. Don't leave here for more than a hundred meters. If you dare to run around, I will break your legs."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Oh."

Wei Qian slapped his thigh hard: "Did you hear me!"

Wei Zhiyuan quickly raised his chest and raised his head, put his middle finger on the trousers, and reported in the tone of the Nazi calling for "Long live the head of state" and said: "I heard it!"

Not long after, a motorcycle rider came down from the bottom of the building and took Wei Qian away.

Wei Zhiyuan stretched his head out of the window and watched his elder brother leave.

The summer here is so hot that the air is wet, like a big steamer. Judging from the big brother's meaning, he plans to stay here for more than a month.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't want to cause trouble for him, so he lay on the bed with concentration, hanging his almost swollen butt, and thinking about how he could not do a burden.

Zhao Laojiu had already come back one step ahead of Wei Qian, and invited him to a meal enthusiastically. After three rounds of wine, he took out a contract to show him.

Wei Qian's alcohol capacity is just average, and it is incomparable to a huge number of people, but his heart is too tight and he has been very clear-headed.

He knew that this contract was a joke, and fighting against black boxing itself was illegal. Signing it does not mean that it was bound by law and could not breach the contract, but announced that he had handed over his life - voluntarily, life and death are clear, and both silver and money are settled, and each one is not owed.

The price tag is marked on it, ranking by level. The lowest level is, you can win one thousand in a game. The higher the level, the more money you win. If you challenge the top boxing champion, you can get a sky-high price that Wei Qian thinks is unimaginable... Of course, he just took a look and didn't have any thoughts - he had heard of these top boxing champions. These people have experienced extremely rigorous training. One leg can sweep out a ton. He really got kicked hard by him. He could fly off the stage on the spot and break his internal organs. It was not a joke.

Zhao Laojiu watched coldly and carefully pondered the contract, and found that the boy was very enthusiastic and cold-hearted, and he was very familiar with the ability to give people face. He knew how to give people face, but when it comes to being genuine, he was not so easy to fool.

Zhao Laojiu lit up a cigarette, glanced at Wei Qian and said, "The rules in various places are similar, you can't read it extra. I'll talk about our different things - the first one, you can't come and leave as soon as you say. Even if you want to leave, you have to finish three matches. The Fourth Master has food and accommodation, but you have to give him a face. You know this principle, right?"

Wei Qian remained silent: "What else?"

"There is no turning back when you get on the stage," Zhao Laojiu continued, "It's just that you are allowed to move forward, not backward, only upgrade, not downgrade, when you go on stage, and how to play, you have to listen to me... that is, the arrangements of the Fourth Master."

This means that even if someone just broke his leg in the morning, Boss Hu gave the order in the afternoon, he had to climb onto the ring even if he crawled, and he would still face someone stronger than before.

Wei Qian lowered his eyes and thought: "Brother Jiu, there is really no such rule elsewhere."

"Of course I know this, Brother Jiu, so we have extra benefits! The money won in the game is calculated, this..." Zhao Laojiu took out his wallet from his arms, pulled out a stack of RMB, and pushed it to Wei Qian, "Download, you just arrived, are you not suitable for the local environment? Eat some good things, and you will be satisfied with Brother Jiu."

Wei Qian glanced at him and it cost 1,000 yuan.

He didn't reach out to take it, but just smiled as cramped as possible: "Brother Jiu isn't afraid that I will run away with the money?"

Zhao Laojiu stretched out his greasy hand and patted his shoulder hard, laughing: "I don't take such a little pocket money seriously, your ninth brother, you are young, and I don't call you Brother Wei hypocritical - Xiao Wei, you are young, and there is a future. Young people cannot be greedy for money, but they cannot be greedy for money. If you have too shallow eyelids, you will never become a great person in your life. Do you think it makes sense?"

Wei Qian looked at him, slowly picked up the small stack of RMB and stuffed it into his pocket. The thin banknotes pressed heavily on his chest like a shot put. Zhao Laojiu smiled with satisfaction and continued: "In addition to the deposit, the Fourth Master will also give you a commission. In addition to winning one game, he will give you a double reward. You will know that at that time, 1,800 yuan? Hehe, it's just pocket money."

Zhao Laojiu opened a new house for Wei Qian in a hotel near the boxing ring, and told the motorcycle boy to deliver food to him every day and order him whatever he ordered. Wei Qian greeted the motorcycle boy, first went to the hotel to check in, picked up Wei Zhiyuan, and settled the burden of the baby, and then arrived at the boxing ring alone.

The boxing ring is indeed new, and there are still workers installing light tubes in the corner.

The surroundings of the platform are very dim, and the non-glare lights are only hit on the platform, which saves the boxer's energy from being dispersed. The so-called "table" is an area surrounded by yellow lines in the middle. People walk around next to it, as long as they are not afraid of being accidentally injured, they can get as close as they want.

A little higher or farther away are the guests. There are many guests, but not full, and they are dressed up quite like that.

Most of the boxing rings are men and women, some are female boxers, basically, they have big waists and round faces. They can’t tell that they are women. Others are dressed in ambiguous manner and their colors are like spring flowers. Most of them are entertainments shuttled through the guests’ seats.

Wei Qian walked in and found a place without lights in a very low profile, waiting to see the opening.

When the lights of several arenas were on at the same time, deafening whistles and loud swearing sounds burst out from the crowd. Wei Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at the stage closest to him.

There were two men standing in the middle of Taichung, both naked. One of them was a strong man of 1.9 meters tall, full of tendons. He slowly moved his neck and limbs, as if he was deliberately trying to put pressure on his opponent.

His opponent was just in the direction of Wei Qian. This man could not be said to be a small man, but he seemed a little malnourished than the big and thick man opposite him. There was a long scar on his chest, lying on him like an ugly centipede, with bloodshot eyes under the light.

Wei Qian had a good look and was not far away. He saw the corners of the man's eyes twitching continuously.

Wei Qian's muscles instinctively tightened for a moment, and he felt something was wrong with this person.

The dealer set up a table behind the stage, and the beauties began to encourage everyone to place bets. The odds between the strong man and Scar were one to two. Many people squeezed over to place bets. Wei Qian gave in and stepped back one step.

At this time, a young man rushed up wearing a vest, holding a big bell in his hand, and it was shaking with a bang, indicating the opening.

There are no professional referees here, everyone is a referee, and they are on the stage. There are no rules, regardless of life or death, one side stands and the other side lies down.

Before Wei Qian's attention could be pulled back from the boy wearing big shorts and big vests, the strong man smashed his left hook into the opponent's face with a left hook. He wore boxing gloves, making his fist look as big as a basketball. The scar man was caught off guard and was beaten to the side by his face. He suddenly had blood flowing from his nose. Wei Qian suspected that the bones of his nose had been beaten crooked.

The crowds of people behind him made his ears hurt.

A sudden heavy blow on the head is prone to concussion. Anyone who has been hit by a beer bottle knows that feeling. If it hits hard, he will be confused on the spot. Unexpectedly, the scar man's head seemed to be made of iron, and he didn't care. He didn't even wipe his nose bleeding. He rushed up and held the strong man's two thick arms, which were thick with bare hands, and fired into the strong man's arms that were forced to open, with his elbows crossed and stabbed him firmly in the heart of the strong man.

The strong man suffered heavy damage to his internal organs. He took three or four steps in a row, and his steps immediately seemed to be empty. Before he could come back to his senses, the scar man screamed strangely, and kicked the strong man up and fell to the ground.

Wei Qian and everyone stretched their necks to see. It is logical that one side fell to the ground, and there should be a referee for a few seconds, but there was no referee at the scene, and no one stopped him. The scar man took advantage of the victory and pressed him up, punching and kicking the strong man in a mess like a crazy mole, screaming and screaming, as if he was sick.

The audience was excited as if they were slapping medicine, and there were shouting and cheering. Not far away, no one broke the wine glass. A smell of beer came, mixed with the smell of sweat and blood. Wei Qian couldn't help but lean against the handrail of the stairs, and a sticky cold sweat was leached from his palm.

It was not until this time that the strong man who was beaten up begged for mercy, raised his hands above his head, and three or four bodyguards looked like men, raising the crazy scar man, and pulling the two of them apart.

The young man who had just rang the bell ran up and raised one of the scar man's hand. Everyone cheered loudly. The person who won the bet rushed forward and asked the dealer to get the money.

Wei Qian didn't care who lost and who won. He stared at the scar man who won the game. He saw his face stained with blood, and the red blood in his eyes became more obvious. His eyes were rotating unnaturally at high speed, his chest was fluctuating violently, and his expression was confused and stunned.

Before he could come back to his senses, he was taken down by the boy.

The exit was next to Wei Qian. Wei Qian looked at the scar man with a blank expression like him. Then, just as he was about to pass by him, the man suddenly paused, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank violently, and he fell to the ground. The man twitched first, then foamed at the mouth, and finally struggled violently for a few times, and then stopped moving.

Wei Qian took another step, stood on the two steps, and stared at the man with his face facing the sky for a moment. With the faint light, he judged that the man was dead.
Chapter completed!