The big ship passed by Hangzhou, and a few people with numb buttocks on the ship decided to go for a walk. This was Su Xiaolou's second time in Hangzhou, and the scene was completely different from the first time he came to Hangzhou. This year is the first year of the national mourning period. It is also the period of heavy mourning. There are no people wearing bright colors on the streets, and places like Goulanwashe are closed. There is really nothing to visit.
Why bother to warmly invite Su Xiaolou to visit one of his teachers? When Su Xiaolou thought about what civil servants could do when they met, it was elegant to talk and laugh with Hongru, but it really didn't suit him, so he went and said He might be able to make He Bi's teacher angry to death, so he pretended to cough twice and said weakly: "Ahem! I seem to have caught a cold. I'm afraid it will be transmitted to your teacher, so I won't go. You go!"
"That's fine!" Why bother turned around and left.
Su Xiaolou looked into the distance to confirm that He Fei had left. He immediately returned to his lively appearance and rushed into a restaurant with a sluggish business. He looked around and saw that there was no hidden signal. Su Xiaolou went straight to the restaurant counter: " From the shopkeeper, it’s palace jade liquor.”
The shopkeeper was stunned and whispered: "One hundred and eighty cups."
"How's the wine?"
"Listen to me blowing for you." The shopkeeper put down his worries, took out a mask from under the counter and whispered: "Please come in, sir."
Su Xiaolou picked up the mask and put it on his face. Under the guidance of the shop boy, he entered a secret door, passed through a long and dark underground passage, and arrived at the underground casino. For a moment, the noise and noise hit him, and it was really depressed and quiet. It's all on the surface, rich people still play how they want to play behind the scenes.
At this time, you must not bring that angry young man to a place like this, otherwise he could bring down the entire casino.
Su Xiaolou heard about this place when he first came to Hangzhou. He has been thinking about it till now and has always wanted to come and see it. Today he finally got the chance. This is not an ordinary casino. It is a slave fighting ground. Life is endless. The fighting doesn't stop.
The entire casino has two floors, in the shape of a "hui". The upper floor is full of guests who come to watch. Everyone wears a ghost mask provided by the restaurant, so that no one can see anyone else's face, and there is no need to worry about being raped. The bastard can report secretly and have fun.
There is a cage room recessed in the middle of the casino. This is also the second floor of the casino. The slaves fight here. Not all the slaves who fight in the cage room are slaves without human rights, but also civilians who are forced to live.
The two lean people appearing now look like professional slaves. Year-round high-intensity exercise has made the flesh on their bodies extremely tight. They look very thin, and their bodies are full of muscles. Because they have not seen the sun for a long time, their whole bodies have become extremely tight. The person looked pale and hysterical.
When Su Xiaolou arrived, the game was already in its second half and was getting intense. It was too late to buy bets, so he could only watch for a while.
Su Xiaolou squeezed through the crowd and lay on the railing, overlooking the fierce battle below. The slave with a red belt on the field was very good at performing fake dive moves. He wanted to perform 800 fake moves in one second. When he felt that his opponent thought he was When all the movements are feints, he will punch hard, but the blue belt slave is like a dormant beast, not affected by the feints at all. He can defend every time the opponent attacks, and as long as the opponent shows a flaw, he will attack fiercely. Push the person opposite to the ground and rub him.
There was a cry from upstairs:
"Down with him!"
"Down with him!"
"Down with him!"
Every time Su Xiaolou thought that the slave with a red belt was about to crawl to the ground and couldn't get up, he could grit his teeth and get up. There was a saying that fit him perfectly: live like a weed, unyielding.
In fact, both of them had almost exhausted their physical strength. It was freezing and snowy outside, but they were both naked from the waist down, and their bodies were flushed with passion.
The slave with the red belt was still making fake low-sweep moves. After four or five fake moves, the real move of low-sweeping legs was perfectly avoided by the opponent. Su Xiaolou felt that this man must have been beaten stupid and didn’t know what to do. Strategy, if you hit the south wall, you will hit the south wall and die.
The red belt slave suddenly feinted with his front hand and punched his opponent's head with his back hand. The blue belt slave fell to the ground with a bang and could not recover for a long time. Su Xiaolou understood, the red belt's previous fake The purpose of his movements and attacks is to move the opponent's attention downwards, the lower the better, so that the opponent will naturally ignore his punches. After he figured out the opponent's movement rhythm and dispatch, he had already secretly changed his strategy. What a smart slave.
The duel has already been decided. Even if the blue belt slave barely stands up, the red belt will seize the opportunity to beat him until he can't stand up.
Sure enough, the blue-belt slave was quickly kicked and unable to stand up, and the battlefield definitely ended in victory for the red side.
People on the field were in mourning, and some unwilling people were still shouting: "Stand up! Stand up!" It seemed that most of them were betting on the blue side to win.
The next scene was even more interesting. A strong man with tendons all over his body came out. Visually, he was 1.9 meters tall. His strong muscles made his whole head look particularly small, and the lower half of his face was covered with beard.
The scene turned and I looked at the opposite side. It turned out to be a little old man. His hair was half as white as a balsam pear, and his face was as wrinkled as a bitter gourd. His back was a bit hunched. He looked like he was fifty years old, and he was shorter than a strong man. A big part of it, if it had been punched by that strong man, all the bones would have fallen apart!
The people upstairs were in an uproar: "Where did this old man come from? Is he here to die?"
"Maybe the old man's sword is still young! This game is wonderful, this game is so exciting, hahaha..."
"The old man is risking his life to patrol and we are happy! If you don't care about anything else, just this. I bet on the old man to win. Come on, old man! Come on."
The old man on the field was very confident, not affected at all, and greeted the audience enthusiastically.
What this group of people said was quite good, but when it came time to place bets, not many of them were optimistic about the old man, so they all bet on the opposite side. Su Xiaolou decided to make the old man more popular, not for anything else, just to have fun!
After the whistle blew, a game of disparity in strength began. The strong man was not in a hurry to take action and said disdainfully: "Old man, I don't want to touch anyone's life. Since you are not a slave here, I will give you another chance." , let’s go quickly!”
People in the stands also joined in the fun: "That's right, hurry up and leave! If you don't have money, you can make some money by begging on the street. It's better than dying here."
The old man was unmoved: "Young man, don't be arrogant too early. I am a close disciple of Zhang Tianshi, the leader of the Wudang Sect. It's not certain who will win and who will lose!"
The strong man immediately became nervous. Maybe this old man really had some tricks up his sleeve. If he couldn't beat an old man whose body was half buried in the ground, he would be in disgrace.
"Ah! Bah! The old man saw you selling fake medicine on the street two days ago! What? The Wu-Tang Clan is selling fake medicine now?"
