Hearing the words of "next", the gamblers and the audience were booing, and no one believed that he could support the rotation of more than a dozen boxers.

"Yellow-skinned monkey...how long can you fight?"

"If I buy you, you will lose, and you will watch you be beaten down!!"

On the boxer mats waiting, there were mostly people who came to make quick money, and they were not afraid of life and death. When they heard that the other party wanted to fight, they seemed to be despised and stood up one after another. Especially for a yellow man, they always laughed at him and despised him, so the other party had to bear it.

Now it’s the opposite. Is this a democratic United States?

Even the host was quite unhappy. After coming down the arena, he quietly went to buy Orientals to win...

Time passes by little by little.

In the noisy atmosphere of nightclubs, the audience surrounded and the gamblers' vision, the boxer who walked up to the ring rushed over, then flew back with a "bang", got out of the guardrail, fell heavily to the audience, and was carried away by someone.

Around the people, the voices of everyone screaming gradually became smaller, stretched their necks, and watched silently as another person was lifted down. Only a few boxers were left sitting back on the stool, silent, looking at the injured person carrying the stretcher with a complicated expression on their faces, shaking their feet uneasy.

Only the gambler who bought the Orientals won, counted the multiples excitedly, and the voice of the host trembled a little. He had made almost two years of money tonight.

Li Lan was behind the crowd, waving the flag excitedly. She had never seen such a passionate game, and a group of women almost screamed.

"Win...haha...Ahu won again!!"

"I bought a few dollars, and you can calculate how much you can earn."

“I’m going to buy wine to celebrate tonight!”

"Including my share, I borrowed Ah Hu's blessing, haha... I earned at least 500 US dollars."

The group of women who spoke loudly made the gamblers around who lost money unhappy, but there were rules here and they had to scold them twice.

......

"This Asia is a bit interesting, I'm going to accept him!"

Vickers put a cigarette in his mouth, and someone came to light him a fire. The former pointed at the tall oriental man on the ring, "This is the person I want. Although he is an Asian, so what? Spence must have a skilled boxer. I want his information within ten, and then sign him!"

"Vicks, your phone number, your father came."

Just as the young man was in high spirits, a woman like a secretary came over behind him, wearing high heels, a short skirt with a long blonde hair, and a slim figure that made people couldn't help but take a look at her.

Vickers picked her chin, reached out to take the phone and turned around to sit on the sofa, and the hoarse voice sounded.

"return."

The young man's face collapsed, and he threw the phone to the woman with a gloomy expression. He got up and tightened his vest, turned and went downstairs. The blonde woman led her out of the nightclub and took an extended car to the long street of the night.

The night gradually became deeper. Soon, at Spence's door, the crowd came out in groups of three or three, and most of them cursed on the side of the road with a calm face. The drunk people were supported by their female companions and stopped the taxi and left.

Li Lan and a group of women called Uncle Long who was counting the money behind, "Hurry up," and said excitedly about tonight's game. Wang Ruhu, who came out of the door, had different eyes.

"Why didn't you find that Ah Hu is getting more and more handsome?"

"That's right. When I first came here, I was so down-and-out, my clothes were dirty and old. At this moment, I was so handsome and cool, especially on the ring, I couldn't take my eyes off my eyes."

"You want to buy the winner and loser next time Ah Hu is doing boxing."

A group of women were walking in front of them, Wang Ruhu looked at a black card in his hand, and then looked at other nearby nightclubs. The car rushed past and grabbed Harold next to him.

He called Li Lan in front of him and Uncle Long, and said that he would go back later, wander around and see the night view by the lake.

"Then you come back early and celebrate together!"

The woman shouted to the two people walking in the other direction from afar, then shook her head, muttering, "I don't know what the hell is." Then she followed her sisters back together.

And the two who had gone away walked into another nightclub.

On the bustling streets, the street lights shone into the night sky, and went to the other side of the city and drove to a building. Soon, the rising elevator opened. Vickers asked the blonde woman to tidy up her appearance in front of the mirror in the aisle, and then walked over to the brown and red door that the two men in black were pushing open.

I saw a man on the phone behind a black desk inside, sitting opposite him, raising one leg, leaning against the back of the chair, taking out a cigarette and lit it.

"What are you asking me to come back and do?"

The old man opposite was in his fifties. After saying a few words to the phone, he put down his cell phone, looked at his cynical son in front of him, and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"You don't have to go there for Spencer these two days. There is something in New York, so you can get it back for me."

"Send someone." Vickers squinted his eyes and signaled the blonde woman sitting upright on the sofa over there, looking through the magazine. "She is your capable thug. I, I just took over Spence, and happened to be a boxer, which is very good."

As he spoke, the old man opposite him looked darker. The young man who was still talking closed his mouth at the right time and heard the table ringing twice. The old man leaned against the cushion, crossed his fingers, and clicked his fingertips on the back of his hands, and thought about his tone.

"Vicks, you are my son. You can only get that thing. When you come back, you will take over Spencer. As for boxers, you can do whatever you want."

"Don't go."

Vickers repeated, "You must get what I value as soon as possible, you know, father."

"No matter how important it is."

The old man had to look at the woman sitting there: "Lina, go to New York and get the things back, don't make any mistakes in the middle."

The blonde woman over there just nodded.

"Okay." After the old man gave the order, he crossed his hands and held onto the table. "Then, let's talk about how Spencer is in your hands, and don't rush to deny it. I've heard everything you said over there."

"I want to increase the price of gambling boxing..."

With his cynical nature, Vickers talked about his idea with his father opposite him with serious expression. Of course, for the boxer, he hopes to sign some valuable things, and even in the future, he can participate in larger events and open larger handicaps to control the wins and losses.

"You value a boxer too much, and that's what kind of benefits a boxer can bring, I mean the current stage..."

Just as the old man spoke his point, a phone call suddenly interrupted his words. Vix shrugged, took out his cell phone apologetically, looked at the number. It was called by Spence, and put it in his ear to answer. After a moment, the smile on his face gradually froze.

"how?"

"Father, the boxer you underestimated just now went to another nightclub to bet on boxing and won all the games."

Vickers put down his cell phone. The old man who had experienced the storm and waves did not have any trouble. He imitated his son and shrugged: "So what?"

At this time, the old man's phone rang. After answering, his face showed solemnity. Soon, more calls were called to the father and son.

The Oriental Boxers of unknown origin swept through all nightclubs in Fremen Street, boxing games in the casinos, and even the blonde woman sitting there quietly seemed to smell the danger, raised her face and looked over there.

"That... the boxer won 70,000 US dollars from us, and then used it to bets for other boxing matches, sweeping all odds. He made more than 900,000 in a few other nightclubs."

The old man lit a cigar, spit out a sip of smoke, took a breath, and ignored his somewhat stunned son, "Now I am also interested in him, Lina goes to find information about this person."

Soon, the woman who went out came back, had a piece of information in her hand and put it on the table. "Morosia fought a black punch in prison... and escaped from prison, no wonder..."

The light of the desk light shone on the old man's face and his brows frowned.

"Tomorrow, let's take him to my office."

"Father, that's the person I'm looking for!" Vickers was a little dissatisfied with the other party's actions. On the other side, the old man who stood up and poured a glass of whiskey raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!