"Come on, take me to the boxing ring, I'll settle this matter"

At eight o'clock in the evening, it happens to be a great time for leisure and entertainment after dinner.

In an ancient building similar to the Colosseum in the suburbs of Yanjing, the lights are brightly lit at the moment.

This place used to be a large gymnasium, but fell into disrepair and fell into the hands of the Ninth Branch.

After further repairs, this place can accommodate at least 10,000 people to watch.

Coupled with the staff serving the 10,000 spectators, drinks, etc., it is not an exaggeration to describe this place as an entertainment palace.

In all directions, there are huge high views.

What was supposed to be the rostrum of the sports meeting has become a place where staff and boxers come in and out.

And on the football field in the middle, a tall log arena was built at this moment. There were faint white bone fragments and dark blood traces on the arena, and there was a faint smell of blood.

There is no doubt that there are many dead souls in this place.

But for such a place that was supposed to be gloomy, surrounded by gorgeously dressed spectators, none of them felt that it was wrong.

Instead, they all looked appreciative, as if they were looking forward to the development of the matter.

Of course, there are also some guests with big red bills in their hands, these should be the guests who are jealous of gambling.

Some of them looked excited, while others looked dull.

It can be said that this kind of weather should only be found in the casino, but I don't know why it appears here.

Ye Hao scanned around the indifferent talent field, and soon saw Li Shiyun with an ugly face.

As Zheng Man'er's personal secretary, Li Shiyun is obviously not as simple as she usually seems.

At this moment, she looked indifferently in the direction of the ring, not knowing what she was thinking.

This little woman who is under one person and above ten thousand in the Ninth Branch obviously has her own special features.

At the VIP seat opposite Li Shiyun, there are a group of men and women in plain clothes talking loudly.

These men and women all had an arrogant look on their faces, and the contempt for others seemed to spread from the bottom of their bones.

And the core of the crowd is a bald man.

He was wearing a simple white coat, and he was wearing old Yanjing's linen shoes. When he sat there, he felt half asleep and half awake.

"This is the leader of the people who came to kick the hall."

"They all call him Young Master Chen."

Zheng Man'er's gaze fell on the bald man for the first time, and she spoke solemnly.

Obviously, although she doesn't come here often, she still has a good understanding of this underground boxing arena.

Ye Hao said lightly: "The characteristics are so obvious, it's really impossible to find out the history?"

"I can't find out, but money should be just a number to him."

Zheng Maner sighed. JrNovels.com