Li Ke stroked the hammer head, which was half the size of a fist, with one hand and raised his glass with a smile without any explanation.
The long pole that reaches the waist can be used with both hands and is extremely powerful, but Li Ke is just a walking stick now.
This restaurant is about to stage a bare-handed fighting performance. The fighting iron cage in the center of the lobby is ready and will once again become a battlefield for fighters.
Under the light of the lantern, the wires on the iron cage were stained with dark red, showing the battles that had taken place.
The drinkers were buzzing with toasts and laughter, all waiting for the fighter to enter the large iron cage.
Li Ke drank the light boiled wine lightly and glanced at a guest table in the corner of the lobby.
In the distant dim light of the orange lantern, Yasha also glared back at Li Ke, and raised her glass to give a cordial murderous greeting.
The bad woman changed into men's clothing, and her exquisite appearance completely concealed her charming face.
I don’t know why she is still following...
Li Ke smiled and turned to look at the big iron cage in the bright light.
"Oooh." The drinkers cheered and raised their heads, welcoming the fierce fighter to the iron cage.
The two fighting fighters roared and raised their arms, and walked toward each other with angry glares. The upcoming fight had no rules and would continue until one of them could no longer stand or gave up.
Logically speaking, such fighters should be absorbed by the Tang army, and establishing battlefield merits would be more in line with their future, but they are not qualified to join the army, and none of them have the status of a good man who is most valued by the Tang army.
With the sound of the gong, all the drinkers stood up, yelled and stared at the iron cage in the center of the lobby, and started fighting!
The strong fighter roared and flew forward, his huge arms swinging out fists as big as bowls.
"Oh." The drinkers exclaimed as they felt the huge power surge inside the iron cage.
The whole place was excited.
Li Ke held the long hammer in his arms, drank another drink, then turned his eyes to the drinkers in the light and shadow, and began to search slowly.
The people in the guest seats are not all here just to watch the fun, there are many people inside who are seriously analyzing the fighting skills in the cage...
Shouts kept coming and going, and the fighting fighters had just completed another round of fighting.
But Li Ke didn't care. Instead, he walked around with the hammer pole in hand, looking for those who truly "loved" fighting.
…
A tall-boned guy looked down at Li Ke's head: "Don't you like watching fights, Mr. Lang?" His voice was very thick.
Li Ke raised his head and smiled: "Haha, I just want to watch the excitement."
Li Ke looked weak and looked like a person who only wanted to have fun in Tutu.
"My lord, Lu Zhigang, if your husband is willing to treat you to wine and meat, I will explain to him the joy of fighting." Lu Zhigang said expectantly, hoping that Li Ke could take care of his business.
Li Ke looked at Lu Zhigang's bony face, which had not eaten for three days: "Okay."
Lu Zhigang, a former fighting fighter, had only earned a living by explaining fighting since he lost two fingers. He was only twenty years old and sat down with his long waist hunched over and his face dull.
The atmosphere in the lobby was tense. The two fighters in the iron cage fell to the ground at the same time, muscle to muscle, tightly entangled together, roaring at each other to break each other's legs.
Li Ke ordered a leg of lamb and smiled and asked Lu Zhigang to taste it as he pleased, as long as he had enough wine.
Lu Zhigang buried his head in the bite and told the stories of various fighting fighters very competently. He had been in the iron cages of many fighting venues and knew many desperate fighters with superior strength.
At this time, a roaring roar echoed in the lobby of the wine shop. A fighter in the iron cage finally gave up and gave up, causing the drinkers to reach a climax of blissful excitement.
Lu Zhigang touched his bare head and introduced to Li Ke calmly that the defeated fighter would have to recuperate for at least ten days before he could re-enter the cage.
Li Ke smiled: "Where do people like Brother Lu who retire from injury usually go?"
It is impossible for everyone to choose to explain fighting to guests like Lu Zhigang. After all, this is a livelihood without enough food.
In fact, Li Ke is more concerned about where the people who have not retired due to injuries will go, because one cannot be a fighting fighter forever.
Fighting always has limits.
Lu Zhigang was indeed very hungry, and after accepting the second leg of lamb, a look of vicissitudes of life appeared on his thin face.
Fighting fighters generally end up working for the rich and nobles as housekeepers or as bodyguards, serving as servants to their superiors.
Or you can earn enough money to buy land, so that your children and grandchildren can become good family members with a bright future.
Most fighters have no contact with each other after they leave. Whether they are injured or quit on their own, they will never return to the cage again.
Li Ke was curious: "Has anyone been rejected when applying for a bodyguard?"
Lu Zhigang glanced dullly at the second fight that was about to begin, and drank the whole bowl of wine in one gulp: "Yes."
Li Ke looked at Lu Zhigang who was exhausted with a smile, raised his hand to fill his bowl again, and listened quietly.
Lu Zhigang was a man who was rejected when he applied to be a guard to the sky. He was missing two fingers, which made it difficult for him to find a job that could satisfy his needs.
No one wants Lu Zhigang who can no longer fight...
"Dang." The gong of the second fight sounded, and the whole wine shop once again soared to the sky. Under the influence of the alcohol, the drinkers boiled and roared into a crazy ocean storm.
In the storm, two tall fighters stepped hard on the wild ground, smashed out their ferocious fists, and desperately sprayed out a bloody...
Li Ke walked drunkenly to his hotel, hunched over and kept vomiting out everything in his stomach. The whole world was a blur.
"Did you really take the wrong medicine?" Yasha stood aside expressionlessly, still struggling with this issue.
"It was the wrong medicine, not the wrong medicine." Li Ke said to Yasha seriously and formally.
"Hmph, so you took this opportunity to pretend to be sick so as to lure us into a trap?"
Li Ke: "I didn't set a trap, ugh."
"I do not believe."
"I believe you don't believe it, ugh."
"Do you really want to know why I was sent to you?"
"Ugh, I think so, but I know you won't say it."
Unexpectedly, Yasha said: "They thought you wouldn't hurt me, so they sent me here."
…
Li Ke didn't know how he got back to the hotel, didn't know how he climbed up the noisy stairs of the hotel, and didn't know if he had vomited all the alcohol in his stomach.
At the busiest wharf in Luoyang, fat-bellied wealthy businessmen were milling around the big-bodied men, choosing their future subordinates.
Businessmen from the Tang Dynasty traveled all over the world, hoping to get satisfactory help.
Lu Zhigang pointed at Li Ke calmly.
Among the heroes waiting to be selected, many were fighting fighters like Lu Zhigang, and there were also many retired recruits from the Tang Army. They all hoped to find a well-paid employment here.
