C203 Outer Seven Black Fist(1)

The only rule here is no rule.

After leaving his phone number, the knife-scarred man asked someone to bring a towel to Yan Xuan to cover the bleeding right side of his head. He watched as he followed a little brother and walked through the back door of the club with unsteady steps. It was four or five o'clock in the morning in late autumn. The sky was not bright yet. In the darkness, there was only a dim yellow light shining on a dirty path on the ground. Since there was no one by his side, Yan Xuan did not need to pretend anymore. The knife-scarred man's punches were not a joke. He could bear it. It did not mean that he did not feel pain.

"Cough cough..." He turned around and almost reached the mouth of the alley. Blood loss and pain robbed him of his strength. With a wave of dizziness, Yan Xuan leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the ground. He struggled to take out his phone from his pocket and looked through the few numbers that were missing pitifully. In the end, he still chose Jack.

Jack was woken up by him in his sleep, even though he muttered a few words of complaint. But still as fast as he could catch his breath in front of him. This was a good-tempered big boy, although he was the youngest and most experienced one in the office. He was also the one with the widest heart and the most understanding.

Yan Xuan smiled when he saw him. He was bad enough to bully an honest person.

"Why didn't you just call 120, or the emergency number of Renli Hospital?" Jack frowned as he looked at Yan Xuan's pale and bloody face. He bent over and extended his arm through Yan Xuan's armpit. He supported ___ up and said, "I am not a doctor. I have to send you there later..."

"Just go to a slightly bigger community hospital. Cough cough..." He was a public figure, if he called 120, he would definitely be in the headlines the next day. As for Renli Hospital, there were too many restrictions, every time he wanted to leave, it would be very troublesome.

"Are you sure you can go to a community hospital like this? He has lost a lot of blood. Head injury is not a joke." Jack knew that this street was a famous gathering place for gangsters. He did not ask why Yan Xuan was here at this time and what had happened. After five years of training, he had long known that if others did not take the initiative to tell him, he would not take the initiative to ask. But now this person's injuries looked very serious. After all, the community hospital wasn't as well-equipped as Renli Hospital.

"It should only have been broken by the glass, so it looks scary..." Yan Xuan smiled again and said casually, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while. Call me when we get to the community hospital."

"Oh, okay." Jack could not help but hesitate as he drove. Should he do as Yan Xuan asked, or should he do it in a way that was theoretically better, but in the end, he parked the car at the entrance of the community hospital.

The doctor on duty checked and found that Yan Xuan's forehead was close to his scalp. There was a three-centimeter long incision that cured the poison. He sutured the wound, pasted the gauze on it, and arranged for it to be hung to reduce the inflammation. This time, Jack took Yan Xuan's card and ran around to pay the fees and settle the procedures. He waited until Yan Xuan leaned back on the chair and started to hang the water. He looked at his watch. It was only about six o'clock.

"You can go back. Thanks to you today, I will transfer 10,000 yuan to you later as a reward..." Yan Xuan did not have any intention of asking him to accompany him. He put his hands on his stomach powerlessly. His expression was very bad, and he looked very tired.

"We are colleagues, so there is no need to transfer any money." Jack was a little unhappy. He thought that Yan Xuan wanted to find him because he trusted him. If there was ten thousand yuan, who would not know how to do this kind of thing? Why did Yan Xuan have to find him?

"Your parents are not in good health, and there's still a sister studying at home. Cough, cough... It will be Christmas in a few months, as a brother. At least buy some decent gifts for my sister..." Yan Xuan saw that he was angry and could not help but laugh. He did not mean to hurt his pride. But the only thing he could give was money.

... "" Jack was stunned. He couldn't help but think of the money he took to pay back the loan this month and went to his sister's training class to buy a violin. He was indeed a little short on money now. He had originally wanted to ask someone to borrow some money for a spin. Now that it was like this, why not make a compromise? "Well, my family did encounter some problems this month... How about this, I'll take the money first. I'll pay you back next month's salary. In the future, if you need anything, just ask me not to pay. We're all colleagues, so it's only right for us to help each other. "

"Alright..." Yan Xuan did not have the energy to argue with him. He nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"Ok, you rest first. I will go out and buy breakfast. I will be back soon." Jack heaved a sigh of relief and walked out of the infusion room.

Yan Xuan looked at his back and smiled enviously. Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

When the knife-scarred man called Yan Xuan that evening, he had just finished drinking at the hospital. His body was still a little dizzy, but he still agreed to go to a boxing house without hesitation. The knife-scarred man brought him to meet a man called "Master Liu." He said that Yan Xuan was the guy who took over Ah Zuo's place and went to fight the day after tomorrow. Master Liu nodded to indicate that he knew and asked for his name. He said, "Ah Yan."

At first, Master Liu was very dissatisfied with his appearance. After all, he was too pale and thin. He looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, and his head was covered with gauze. There were injuries on his body. But after looking for someone to draw a simple line with him, Master Liu raised his eyebrows and smiled. To be frank, one should not judge a book by its cover. Although he was not very skinny, he was probably stronger than Ah Zuo.

The knife-scarred man heaved a sigh of relief. This matter was settled. It turned out that Master Liu was the middleman of the underground black boxing. At the same time, he was also the "coach" of Master Jin's boxers. On the one hand, without his approval, he would not be able to get on the stage. On the other hand, without his guidance, it would not be easy to win.

"Ah Yan, the only rule of the underground boxing is that there are no rules. Those guys outside the stage like excitement. The bigger the movements on the stage, the more flesh and blood will fly. The more they like it, the more excited they are."

"I see that your fighting style started off by observing patiently. After that, you have to fight back. It will not be good to hide like this. In the remaining few days, you will recover from your injuries and I will teach you. How to make the people on the viewing platform scream in shock at the first possible moment, hehe ~"

"Don't worry, the standard of black boxing matches are generally not high. For someone like you, it should already be considered pretty good. Also, the death rate isn't as scary as it is rumored to be. After all, what kind of society is this? How can a human life be child's play? We have a specialized hospital, starting from my profession... We haven't seen anyone beaten to death yet."

Master Liu was a middle-aged man with squinty-like eyes and a hunchbacked back. His face was yellow and he looked like he was malnourished. But he also wears a gold chain and a gold ring, as if he doesn't lack money at all. The knife-scarred man later told Yan Xuan that Master Liu was also a boxer. Because he was heavily injured, he retreated and did the job of the middleman. He had been doing it for ten years. The reason why he looked pale and skinny was because of the injury that caused him to take a kidney. He cut off a third of his stomach and left behind a sequela. He had to take medicine every day.

He had never seen anyone beaten to death, but it was very likely that they would be half-dead and pay a huge price. This was Black Fist. Yan Xuan understood.

"Ah Yan, are you lacking money for Black Fist?" Master Liu asked him.

"No, I want to see Master Jin." Yan Xuan did not hide anything.

After spending two days together, Master Liu taught Yan Xuan a lot. It included rules and techniques, as well as how to please the audience. Of course, victory was the key, because black boxing earned money by betting on the outer ring. However, the process of the boxing match was also very important. Master Liu had given him many examples in this aspect. What "Glass Gloves," what after falling to the ground, he would continue to pull them up and use their knees to hit their faces. There were many, many, many, and all kinds of strange things. There was no traditional meaning of" stop when you reach the point. "In order to create an effect, what about the two people who were boxing on the stage? It didn't matter at all.

"See Master Jin? Want to join the guild? I can see that you don't look like you." Master Liu had seen a lot of people with his eyes. Now, he could not help but be curious and get along with them. This young man was neither willful nor naive, and there was no need for him to be a gangster. Then why did he see Master Jin?

"I have something very important to ask him." Yan Xuan slightly lowered his eyes. In fact, he knew in his heart that what he was obsessed with was no longer the answer.

"Kid, Master Jin is not that easy to see. It's not that easy for us to get along either." Master Liu smiled and patted his shoulder, "You know that Ah Zuo is the kid you replaced. What happened? Can't I continue practicing martial arts? He deliberately jumped down from the second floor and broke his leg. He became a cripple just to stop boxing."

... "" Yan Xuan pursed his lips. He didn't know about Ah Zuo, but after listening to the story of Master Liu from the knife-scarred man, he had already come to a realization, "This kind of life, is what I want now."

The hand that played the piano was used for boxing. He couldn't help but imagine how his grandfather would be furious. His grandmother kept sighing, his mother's nagging, and Aunt Wen's endless confusion. In an instant, he thought of a lot of things. It was as if he heard concern or blame by his ears. Regarding the 23-year-old, he ignored his embroidered future and walked on this kind of road of no return.