Chapter 289: Blue-Eyed Silver Wolf Little Overlord

Chapter 289: Blue-Eyed Silver Wolf Little Overlord

After the soundproof door was opened, a humid heat wave mixed with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat and blood hit us in the face, and the crowd's excited shouts almost blew the roof off.

The three of them stood in the upper corridor of the two-story basement, leaning over the rusted handrail and looking down.

In the center of the basement's lower floor is a boxing ring. Outside the ring is an upside-down bowl-shaped iron cage, surrounded by densely packed heads in three layers inside and outside the cage.

The "audience" standing in the front pounded the specially made iron cage frantically, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement. They shouted at the top of their lungs: "Kill him! Kill him!"

"Bang--" On the ring, a man with a physique as strong as a mountain was lifted up horizontally by his opponent who was obviously two sizes smaller than him, and thrown out like a bag of garbage.

The sturdy man, who must have weighed more than 300 kilograms, smashed into the iron cage with a loud buzzing sound, and was then bounced back by the iron cage and fell heavily on the ring. A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he bounced twice like a dead fish and became completely motionless.

"oh--!"

“Ahhhhh——!”

"Wolverine! Wolverine!"

The "audience" became even more excited when they saw the blood. They shook the iron cage vigorously and shouted the nickname of the man on the stage.

There was also a small group of "audience" standing next to the three men. They tore up the bills in their hands with resentment on their faces, threw them down the stairs, turned around and walked away cursing.

"A useless piece of junk. He's so big that it's hard for Wolverine to beat him in three minutes!"

Amid the falling papers, the referee opened the iron cage, jumped onto the ring, lay beside the sturdy man for a few seconds, stood up, raised the "Wolverine" right hand, and announced that he was the winner of the match.

The four large screens hanging above the iron cage clearly reflected the face of the "Wolverine".

He was a young man with a very short flat head and a face covered with tattoos, so his original appearance could not be seen.

There was neither the joy of victory nor the excitement of having just experienced a great battle in his dark eyes. They were like black holes, without a single light.

A hint of doubt flashed across Ai Wanxin's eyes. Why did she feel that he looked familiar?

After a brief close-up shot, the big screen quickly switched back to the exciting moment of the fight. At the same time, a huge countdown number displayed the time of the next game, the data of the two opponents, and their respective odds.

The next opponent of "Wolverine" is 1 meters tall, weighs 98 kilograms, and is an A-level sentinel. There are some data about his measurements, punching power, number of battles and winning rate. Jing tilted his head and whispered to Ai Wanxin what those numbers meant.

"Wolverine's next opponent is called Warthog. He is a newbie who has only played a dozen games, but his current record is undefeated, and the opponents he defeated were not unknown, so his points are quite high."

"What points?" Ai Wanxin asked.

"If you win in this boxing ring, you will have a basic score, and you can also get your opponent's points. The higher the score, the higher the bonus you will get if you defeat him." Jing explained simply.

The more Ai Wanxin listened, the more puzzled she became: "You didn't do black boxing here before, did you?"

Jing raised his chin with some pride: "I am the holder of the highest points record here, sister."

Ai Wanxin looked at him with bright eyes: "So powerful? Then they all have nicknames, what is yours?"

Jing patted his chest and said proudly, "The Blue-eyed Silver Wolf Little Bully is me."

Ai Wanxin's eyes froze, and she used a lot of willpower to control herself from laughing out loud.

Tuoba Qiong glanced at Jing with a chilly look: "He Yang will definitely appreciate your nickname."

Jing said aggrievedly: "Sister, is this nickname not nice? Why do I vaguely feel that what my brother said is not a good thing?"

Ai Wanxin smiled widely under the mask and said comfortingly, "No, no, it sounds good."

After "Wolverine" went off the field to take a break, the crowd slowly dispersed. Some went to claim their prizes, some went to place bets, and some went to buy cigarettes and alcohol.

Jing heard the answer he liked and happily wanted to hug Ai Wanxin and walk forward, but Tuoba Qing opened his hand.

"You brought us here, didn't you just want to show off your immature puberty?"

Jing chuckled: "Why are you so angry, brother? Just because you ridiculed me and He Yang, but sister didn't agree with you?"

"Brother, you are several years older than me, and I still call you brother, why do you always pick on me? Why did I bring my sister here? That's between me and my sister. I didn't invite you, but you insisted on coming. I didn't say anything, why do you keep being mean to me?"

Tuoba Qiong said coldly: "If I didn't follow you, how would I know that you brought her to such a place?"

Jing smiled and said, "What kind of place is this? I brought my sister here for a serious matter. You don't think my sister is some weak and helpless dodder, do you? No one here can hurt a hair on my sister, so what are you worried about?"

Tuoba Qing frowned and did not answer. Whether there was danger or not was one thing, but this place was dirty, chaotic, and filled with the most primitive violence and desires. In his subconscious, he was very reluctant to let Ai Wanxin get involved in anything dark.

An invisible string was tightly tied between the two of them, and it seemed that with just the slightest external force, they might come to blows.

Ai Wanxin took out a booklet with curled cover and yellowed pages from her denim jacket (space).

【"Don't Be a Family on Hot Pot - Ten Tips to Help You Mediate Conflicts Between Brothers", 1973, Children's Books Publishing House. 】

Tuoba Qionghejing, who had been tense just now, watched her turn the title page with a blank face, and her slender fingers pointed at the bold title on the first page.

Ai Wanxin recited word by word: "First, listen to the feelings of both parties, understand their emotions and positions, and fully understand the source of the conflict."

She looked up and looked around the boxing ring: "This isn't a particularly suitable place for a chat. Is there a private room? Let's go to one."

Jing held her hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Sister, where did you get this book? It's older than the three of us combined."

Ai Wanxin closed the book and said, "Yesterday afternoon, I asked Yi Shenshou to take me to the library to find it. I didn't expect that their library still has such a good thing."

"As you know, the electronic database is gone. He helped me find it from the card catalog. I definitely don't have his patience. It turns out that people who do scientific research can endure loneliness."

Hearing Ai Wanxin start to talk about Yi Shenshou, Tuoba Qing and Jing looked at each other and tacitly stopped fighting temporarily.

Jing smiled and said, "Sister, there is a private room here. I'll take you there."

He brought Ai Wanxin to the bar on the second floor, pushed aside the people leaning on the bar, and rang the bell.

A middle-aged man with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth and wearing a greasy old man's sweatshirt turned out.

"What?" the man asked impatiently.