C205 Outer Eight Meeting by Chance(1)

I can't understand, I can't agree, but I can't just leave it.

Qi Mingyu was very unhappy.

It was rare for him to rest for a day, but he actually received a "Imperial Decree" from his father, asking him to accompany his nephew who came back from overseas for a vacation and walk around B City. Speaking of this nephew, he was actually only three years younger than him. But like a child, he was filled with curiosity about everything. After wandering around the streets and alleys of B City for an entire day, Qi Mingyu thought to himself, Hurry up and take him home for dinner. In the end, when they were eating, the young man mysteriously told him in Mandarin that he would take him to a "good place" after dinner.

The so-called good place was where he was now, a place that made him feel bored and inexplicable. He admitted that he usually acted like he didn't care about anything, but he still had a cold when it came to places like the underground boxing ring that were desecrating life. As for the so-called violent aesthetics, he really couldn't appreciate it, and he also didn't like the excitement and anticipation of the people around him. However, his nephew was both soft and hard, dragging him along. Because of his father's dignity, he didn't dare to leave his nephew alone in such a place. So he was very unhappy, very unhappy!

"I bet five thousand yuan, one to five. What about you?" His nephew raised his mixed-blood handsome face and smiled innocently.

"The lowest is five hundred yuan, and the lowest is one to two. I'm not interested in this kind of gambling." Qi Mingyu's face was stern as he stared at him, as if he was gambling. I'll definitely report you when I get back. "Who told you to come to a place like this? You are not allowed to come to this kind of place in the future!"

"Uncle ~ There's a saying in China that goes, since you're here, you should take care of yourself. Don't put on a stern face. I heard that this place is very fun ~ " His nephew giggled as he played dumb. This brat who was spoiled by his family. He only knew how to play and play all day long.

"What uncle? It's uncle, I'm your youngest uncle!" Qi Mingyu widened his eyes. This devilish brat had tired him out for an entire day, yet he still dared to add age to his age. This was truly too detestable.

"Okay, okay, little uncle, little uncle ~" His little nephew laughed innocently, as if he didn't know how to read people's expressions at all.

Qi Mingyu couldn't be bothered with him. He held his chin in boredom and waited for the opening. Many people in the audience seats came one after another. They were talking about something. He was not interested in listening. He was thinking about the patient and work arrangements in the hospital. They sat in the third row. Because they came early, the second-generation patriarch chose a good seat. Qi Mingyu could see the ring clearly from them. He was even a little worried. What blood and sweat would splash onto his body? Although they were actually quite a distance away from the ring.

Just like that, after about 20 minutes, the boxers from both sides went on stage. In order to express his "firm" stance and the hundred thousand unhappiness in his heart, Qi Mingyu deliberately lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest. He allowed his nephew and the other audience members beside him to kick up a fuss in high spirits. He kept shouting and yelling.

After a few simple lines of official opening remarks, the boxing match officially began. The people beside him suddenly quieted down and held their breaths to watch. Soon, the muffled sounds of fists hitting their bodies and the loud cries and cries of pain coming from the throats of the boxers could be heard. Qi Mingyu did not understand what was so good about this kind of barbaric fighting and the pain of the injured. Did the relatives have to wait until they were dead and disabled before they came to regret? Did they have to wait until they were crying? He was from a family of doctors and had been influenced by him since he was young. He had seen many life and death situations. In fact, he did not care about life and death as others thought. Instead, he respected life more. Respect the meaning of life...

"Oh, oh, well fought!!"

"Again! Continue hitting! Beat him up! Kick him!"

"Get up! Hurry up and get on your feet! Counterattack! Fight back!"

"Fight! Beat him to death! Hit his head! Don't be soft-hearted!"

All of a sudden, the surroundings were boiling again. Those fierce and cold roars... Those who heard them felt uncomfortable. Qi Mingyu looked at his nephew beside him. Luckily, he only widened his curious eyes. He bit the straw in the drink and watched with great interest. He did not stand up and shout with them. Otherwise, he would definitely beat him up. He was too f * cking cold-blooded.

"Little Uncle, Little Uncle! That person is so miserable! Will he be beaten to death?!" He did not know what had happened on the field again. His little nephew pushed him to see and even wanted him to give a professional opinion.

"Qi Mingyu was among them, so he was naturally unable to restrain himself. He could not help but follow his little nephew's wishes. He raised his head to look, and with a glance, he recognized Yan Xuan on the stage.

People were like strangers, and Qi Mingyu was stunned on the spot.

When he raised his eyes, Yan Xuan was being fiercely beaten by a tall opponent with his neck between his legs. One punch after another was thrown into his body, causing Yan Xuan's back to jump up and down. He kept spitting out things from his mouth on the platform. It was extremely cruel. He was in an extremely sorry state. He couldn't help but think of the first time they had met. Yan Xuan had a serious gastric ulcer and gastric hemorrhage.

"You better get out of my way! Do you want to be beaten to death?!"

"Er... Little Uncle?"

His little nephew looked at Qi Mingyu who suddenly stood up and roared as if he had seen a ghost. He thought to himself, what were you pretending to be? Wasn't this quite the investment? Of course, Qi Mingyu could no longer care about his nephew at this moment. He only nervously looked at Yan Xuan, who was being passively beaten up. He followed the other spectators and shouted together. He wished that he could rush to the stage and stop the competition and drag Yan Xuan down the stage. Send him to Renli and drag him into the operating theater!

"Ah! It was a reversal! Well done! Fight back fiercely! "

"What are you afraid of!? Continue! What are you retreating for!?"

Yan Xuan's deciphering movement was very beautiful, at least that was what Qi Mingyu thought.

He saw that he seized the opportunity and suddenly grabbed the arm that was stuck on his neck with one hand. He leaned his body backwards with all his strength, and used the angle and strength of his other hand to lean backwards. He tilted his elbow upwards and hit the opponent's nose, causing him to have a nosebleed on the spot! The whole process only took about two to three seconds. He was neat and straightforward, and he hit with force. Not only did he break free from the opponent's shackles, but he also broke free from the opponent's grasp. It also caused serious damage to the other party!

"Ahhhh! That skinny guy is so powerful. I thought he was going to lose!" His nephew clapped together with some people. Such an exciting scene made him very excited.

"Bastard! Why are you still fighting?! Of course Qi Mingyu would not feel excited. He saw the man with the big head covering his nose and staggering back two steps. Yan Xuan also shook a few times, and then the two continued to fight each other. He was so angry that he furrowed his brows.

"Ah! Ah! Get up! I've spent a lot of money on you!"

"Keep fighting! It's not over yet! Don't stop! Keep going!!"

Although Yan Xuan clearly had the upper hand in the later fights and had won in the end, in Qi Mingyu's eyes, that big fist was full of fierceness. Yan Xuan's desperate fighting style had caused his defense to drop. His head, chest, and abdomen had suffered a lot of punches. His face and body were red and purple at the same time. It was a horrible sight to behold!

"Hoooo ~ I won!" One to five, his nephew was holding the bag that contained 25,000 yuan and laughing cockily.

"I'll send you to the car." Qi Mingyu's face was dark, obviously not because he had wasted 500 dollars, but because at the end of the boxing match. The young man on the stage looked worse than a ghost. Taking advantage of the time before the match ended, he called home and asked his driver to pick up the young man next to him. As for himself, of course he wanted to have a "chat" with someone.

"Cough... Cough, cough, cough..."

A few dull coughs were short and a few long coughs were heard. Qi Mingyu had already stood at the only exit. He waited for Yan Xuan to come out. Unlike the bare-chested shorts on the stage, Yan Xuan had probably taken a shower. His hair was wet, and he had washed away his sweat and blood. His body exuded the faint scent of mint from the bath. He changed into a T-shirt, jacket, and long pants. He looked very quiet and obedient. He no longer had the same posture as when he was madly beating people up in the arena. Qi Mingyu suddenly did not know what to say. He could only clear his throat loudly to attract his attention.

... "" Yan Xuan stopped for a while and pursed his white lips. He raised his head and looked at the people who had appeared at the door. Then, as if he did not see them, he continued to walk on his own.

"Hey! I'll talk to you!" Qi Mingyu could not chase after them, nor could he not chase after them. Yan Xuan's meaning could not be more obvious. They were two people who had nothing to do with each other.

So, should he meddle in other people's business?

Qi Mingyu was at a loss.