After a while, someone squeezed over. Wei Qian was pushed aside. The person who came seemed to be a medical staff member. He pressed the scar's carotid artery in a slight manner, flipped his eyelids, stood up a few minutes later, and announced indifferently: "Come away, die, this young man died suddenly after taking too much stimulant. He was incompetent and deserved it."

This sentence aroused the indignation of the crowd. Those who had just lost money jumped out and scolded the dealer for secret operations. The next life-and-death battle was still staged on the stage. The off-stage had developed into a group fight. The climaxes began after the opening.

Wei Qian avoided the fist that almost injured him, a passerby, and walked out silently. In the wet and sticky night wind, he quickly crossed the road and walked to a small supermarket selling cigarettes, alcohol, tea and sugar. He bought a pack of cigarettes, opened it quickly, pulled out one and stuffed it into his mouth.

An old man who was about to enter the supermarket looked at him. Seeing his appearance, he thought he was not smoking, but taking drugs. He was so scared that he didn't dare to go in and took a detour.

From beginning to end, Wei Qian had no expression on his face, only his hands, covered in cold sweat, were trembling.

When he went back, Wei Zhiyuan had already fallen asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan hadn't smelled the choking smell of smoke for a long time. He opened his eyes half-dream and asked in a daze: "Did you smoke?"

Wei Qian responded softly: "Well, I won't be able to take a shower next time, you can go to bed."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything and had no objection to him smoking. He was even obsessed with the smell.

The room Zhao Laojiu opened for them was a standard room, with good conditions, sufficient air conditioning and clean environment. The most important thing was that there were two beds, and there was no way to squeeze together when they were at home. Here, Wei Qian didn't plan to apologize himself, so after washing up, he lay on another bed.

Wei Zhiyuan had completely woken up at this time. He was very unaccustomed to discovering that his elder brother had not planned to sleep with him. After waiting for a while, Wei Zhiyuan probably had fallen asleep, so he quietly climbed onto Wei Qian's bed with slippers.

Unexpectedly, Wei Qian didn't fall asleep either. As soon as the little boy was moved, he opened his eyes.

Wei Qian was upset and slapped Wei Zhiyuan on the back with anger: "What are you annoying about here again?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything and got into his quilt with ease.

Wei Qian: "Are you sick? You have two beds and have to run to me to squeeze in."

Wei Zhiyuan whispered: "I want to sleep with my brother."

Wei Qian lowered his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

Wei Zhiyuan shrank down, avoided his gaze, reached out to put his arm around Wei Qian, and silently started to be fooled.

Wei Qian was ridiculous and hilarious. This little thing was already eleven or twelve years old, and he was still so clingy. He stuck to him from home to the south, and went out all the way, and stuck to his bed... It was so sad.

Wei Qian did not drive him away anymore, and he thought of something else unknowingly.

The 1,000 yuan Zhao Laojiu gave him was still in the pocket of his shirt's chest, which made him feel like he was stuck in his throat. He lay on his back to the sky and the earth, and his chest hurt. Wei Qian was considering the feasibility of running away quietly with this thousand yuan and never coming to this place of trouble again.

But the words Zhao Laojiu said to him inevitably echoed in Wei Qian's mind. Wei Qian was depressed to find that Zhao Laojiu had seen through him.

To fight black boxing for a few thousand yuan, this sounds like a thing that only those with a thorny mind can do.

In theory, Wei Qian certainly agreed with this view, but the RMB that hit and slap in his mind was lingering and lingering.

He couldn't drive away this crazy desire.

Wei Qian suddenly understood what some lunatics who were mentally or physically abused by their husbands and wives all day long, and even cried and shouted that they refused to divorce. That was really stubborn, and it was really true love that could not be given up!

Wei Qian thought to himself, not daring to say anything else, but his feelings for the RMB are absolutely not inferior to any distorted or persistent love in the world.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a dream and a ghost is obsessed with it.

So if you want money or death, a fierce competition began in his mind, which was even more intense than when he used to think about whether to kill him with a knife.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan spoke.

Wei Zhiyuan said: "Brother, I want to tell you something."

Wei Qian casually responded casually: "Hmm?"

"There is a Sichuan restaurant at the bottom of our building. I told the boss that I will work for them in the future and serve them with plates. The boss promised to give me five dollars a day."

Wei Qian was stunned and came to his senses: "What did you say?"

Wei Zhiyuan continued: "At first they thought I was young and were afraid that someone would come to check it out, I said I could pretend to be their son and come to help during the summer vacation - brother, I saw their recruitment advertisements and inquired about it. If I find an adult to do it, I would have to pay at least ten yuan a day. As long as the boss is not stupid, he will definitely want me."

Wei Qianliang didn't say anything for a long time. Wei Zhiyuan was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he quickly added: "I won't make trouble for you. I will go out at 10 am every morning and come back tonight."

Wei Qian turned sideways and hugged Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Your brother is crazy poor? Is there a shortage of five dollars for you?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "I can make money, I'm not a burden."

Wei Zhiyuan said the word "compulsive" very lightly, and he almost swallowed it into his throat. However, Wei Qian was too close to him, so he still heard it.

Wei Qian suddenly felt a little moved, and he heard what he meant inside and outside. He felt a little uncomfortable. After a while, he asked indecisively: "Xiaoyuan, is Brother bad to you?"

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned and shook his head quickly.

Wei Qian raised his hand, touched his head, and put the sound as smooth as possible: "You are not a burden, nor are you Xiaobao. You are still young, so I should raise you."

Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him, and Wei Qian pressed his head down with a rude feeling: "You two grow up in the future, just remember to give me a care and see me off... Okay, go to bed."

After saying this, he was miraculous and his heart was clear. He no longer considered whether it was a money or a fatal matter. Wei Qian decided to contact Zhao Laojiu tomorrow. He planned to rest for a week before he went on stage.

What if it really dies?

He thought, if he died, then let it go.

Life and death have destiny, and wealth and honor are in the sky. He ran here thousands of miles to fight black boxing. In the final analysis, it is not for others, but for himself. If he wants to have a future, he has to fight. There is nothing to say or anything to complain about, and it is very fair.

If Wei Zhiyuan knew that it was him who pushed his brother into the boxing ring, he would rather be a mute himself.

The first week was very stable. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know what his elder brother was busy with. Anyway, he sent him to a small restaurant every morning just like sending him to school, and he would pick him up on time in the evening. Someone would deliver them food on time. Sometimes it was still a foreign meal he had never eaten before. Wei Zhiyuan had the illusion that they were here to travel.

However, a week passed quickly. That day, Wei Qian was late for the first time.

It was getting late and there were fewer customers in the hotel. Wei Zhiyuan didn't have to run to serve the food one by one. He sat on a small bench given to him by the boss, staring at the door with a look, staring at the door for a while, then looked up at the watch. It was not until it was completely dark that a person lifted the curtain and came in. He first nodded politely to the owner of the hotel, and then waved to Wei Zhiyuan.

As soon as the boss's wife stuffed five dollars into Wei Zhiyuan's pocket, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't wait to pounce on Wei Qian, like a cannonball. Every time he pounced like this, the eldest brother could catch him with one hand, then clamp his arms and lift his feet off the ground. But this time, Wei Zhiyuan keenly felt that the eldest brother was avoiding.

The moment he rushed over, Wei Qian bent his waist unnaturally, caught Wei Zhiyuan with his arm, preventing him from continuing to pounce forward, then turned halfway, facing him sideways, and then pulled him towards the hotel.

The smile on Wei Zhiyuan's face suddenly restrained and he frowned and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Qian: "Not much."

Wei Zhiyuan leaned against him, wrinkled his nose, and smelled a bloody smell on his body: "Then why does it smell blood on you?"

Wei Qian lies without blinking and said, "I met a pig slaughter on the road. I was covered in blood and finally wiped it clean."

Wei Zhiyuan felt that his IQ was insulted without sincerity.

Wei Qian calmly brought him to a McDonald's. This kind of junk food that no one wanted to eat later was quite luxurious when he first entered the country. Its decoration and packaging were brightly colored and smelled more fragrant than it tasted, so it was very attractive to children.

When Wei Qian was about to close the door, he went in and bought a children's package and an ice cream for Wei Zhiyuan.

"I warn you," Wei Qian said, "I'll eat it. Don't tell your sister when I go back. She's so annoyed. Did you hear it?"

On the one hand, Wei Zhiyuan was instinctively attracted by food, but on the other hand, he was worried and confused. He nodded with a deep hatred and held the ice cream to Wei Qian's mouth: "Try it."

Wei Qian flashed back, and a painful expression on his face flashed, and he waved his hand to refuse: "I'm full, I have no appetite."

After saying that, he seemed to make himself more credible and said disdainfully: "This is all for children."

Wei Zhiyuan with some regrets, licked the ice cream in his hand with cherishing, and was also secretly observing his brother.

With the faint street lights, Wei Zhiyuan found that Wei Qian's face was extremely pale, and the sweat on his forehead soaked several strands of his hair, which was pressed against his forehead and temples, almost making him look a little haggard.

Wei Qian's brows frowned slightly, and he kept this expression.

Wei Qian can be called brothers and unfamiliar people. Even though he is born with a loner, his life around making a living has made him a person who knows how to be sleek. Only when facing his family can his original bad temper be unconcealed.

Wei Zhiyuan knew that his elder brother hated others' noises, especially his grandmother's nagging. At home, he wanted to maintain the dignity of his parents, so he didn't like to make himself look lively. He rarely laughed and seldom praised anyone. Over time, Wei Zhiyuan could only judge his mood through his behavior and subtle expressions.

According to his experience, his brother had no expression on his face, but when his body posture was relaxed, he was mostly in a very happy mood.

If your face is not good but you are willing to curse, you are unhappy, but your unhappiness is very light, and you are the kind that you forget in a blink of an eye.

If his face sinks, his eyes become sharp and he doesn't say a word, he will be very angry.

He will not frown all the time. Only when he is uncomfortable will he frown gently for a long time without consciously. He looks very serious, but in fact he is enduring the pain.

Wei Zhiyuan finished the food silently and was obediently sent to sleep by Wei Qian. He kept closing his eyes and pretending to be a move. Wei Zhiyuan was very familiar with this trick. When he was taken in by his elder brother at first, he was always worried that he would be thrown out at night and dare not sleep to death. Sometimes he was too nervous and couldn't sleep, so he would pretend to be asleep.

Sure enough, after a while, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian rustling. He felt that his elder brother's movements were a little stagnant, and his arms that were standing on the bed were shaking a little.

Wei Zhiyuan secretly opened a small crack in his eyes. Wei Qian seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around. Wei Zhiyuan quickly closed his eyes.

Fortunately, Wei Qian didn't pay attention, so he quickly stood up, took out the medicine from the drawer of the bedside table, and walked into the bathroom.

As soon as he took off his shirt and had no time to apply medicine, Wei Qian first held the toilet and vomited. However, there was nothing in his stomach and he just vomited sour water. His opponent hit his stomach with a punch, making it hard. Even when Wei Zhiyuan asked him to take ice cream, he couldn't help feeling sick.

After a while, his nausea calmed down. Wei Qian was almost unable to straighten his waist. He looked down and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no blood in the toilet.

After all, he is young and not serious.

Wei Qian leaned against the wall for a while before he rinsed his mouth and began to deal with the wound on his body.

His naked upper body was covered with terrible bruises, and there was a large piece of purple blood stasis on the hips that were tied to his pants, which looked like a spider web. Wei Qian gritted his teeth, pulled down his belt, pulled his pants a little, and first dipped in the ointment and pressed it hard on the blood stasis. He wanted to push the blood stasis away and move his joints.

Anyone who has suffered this kind of skin trauma knows that a large bruise in the joint is so painful that it is difficult to bend. If you are spoiled to keep moving, you may be so painful that it will be so painful that it will bend over time. You have to endure the pain and move it when it has not been "rusted".

The underground boxing ring was even more dangerous than he thought. Wei Qian won the first game at the lowest level, but he had already taken this step. There was a reward and bonus of 3,000 yuan that Master Hu asked someone to send, and he couldn't withdraw it, unless he finished the three games Zhao Laojiu said.

But no matter how difficult it is, his playing style is inevitable, although he is covered in bruises and can't be avoided. Besides, Zhao Laojiu only said three games, but he doesn't have to win. If it really doesn't work, he can still admit defeat - the premise is that Master Hu Si and Zhao Laojiu are willing to let him upgrade step by step and finish these three games steadily.

The person who died at his feet that day was always lingering in Wei Qian's mind. Almost everyone in black boxing gyms like this would take stimulants. This is a hidden rule. The boxing gym also provides stimulant trading. But people with a little common sense know that this thing is in moderation and the harm caused to people's body by excessive consumption is irreversible, and it is possible that they even go to see the ancestors on the spot.

The scar man was a veteran at first glance, and he couldn't understand these things. His opponent's blocky muscles that were not good at using, and his explosive power and endurance were not necessarily strong enough, and he was definitely not as strong as the scar could kill this thing.

Either something is forcing him, or... the stimulants he takes are not common on the market.

The pain stimulated Wei Qian's brain. He rubbed the blood stasis on his body with his hands, but his brain turned rapidly. At this point, he suddenly had a terrible idea. If Master Hu looked for some thugs like him, it was not just for the warm-up, but for... to test the medicine?

Wei Qian was thinking intently, and he didn't notice the bathroom door at all. Wei Zhiyuan ran off the bed naked and looked carefully through the crack in the door. Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were red, like an angry little beast. He gritted his teeth and endured it desperately, and his stubbornness jumped around his temples endlessly, feeling the illusion that he had bit his teeth to pieces.

After a while, Wei Qian put down the ointment box, supported his hands on the washbasin, and let out a soft "hiss", then took a hold of cold water to wash away the cold sweat from his head and face.

Wei Zhiyuan then came to his senses from the lurking, left quietly, and lay back on the bed.

Before he could lie down for a long time, Wei Qian came out with a cold water vapor and medicine smell. However, he seemed to remember the little bitch's nose. After hesitating for a moment, Wei Qian bent down and pulled the quilt for Wei Zhiyuan, turned around and walked towards another bed.

Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't help it and said hoarsely: "Brother."

Wei Qian was startled by his sudden voice.

I heard the little boy suddenly say in a crying voice: "If you have no money, sell me."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't think so in his heart, and he blurted out this sentence without knowing why.
Chapter completed!