His mind turned around in an instant, and when he looked at the fanatical faces around him, he suddenly became disgusted, and his mood of victory was no longer as excited as before. He finally squeezed out the crowd and returned to the corridor of the entrance. Inside, the waiter who helped him change his clothes immediately greeted him and put the large bath towel in his hand on Yi Xuan’s shoulders. It was different from the disdain just now. At this time, the waiter treated Yi Xuan with unprecedented respect. This is speaking by strength. Although it is just an irrelevant service staff, once they have a status, even if they don't come to flatter, they will immediately respectfully. This is the reality.
When he came to the locker room, Yi Xuan stood in front of the locker. The waiter immediately opened the cabinet with interest and took off the bath towels from him. The hot towels prepared earlier this morning were just warm and light. Gently help him wipe away sweat and blood from his body.
"Do you need a shower, sir?" the waiter asked in a low voice.
"No, I'll leave after I change my clothes." Yi Xuanxin said, the sooner I leave this place of right and wrong, the better. Wiping a hot towel, I immediately feel a lot refreshed on my body, and then I wiped my chest and chest. There was a sharp pain immediately, and Yi Xuan lightly pressed the position. This is the place where he suspected that his rib was broken when he was hit by the black diamond on the pillar. At this time, it was even more red and swollen than when he saw it. It seems that although eating steamed buns and using BMG just stopped the injury for a while, the vigorous exercise showed up again at this time, enduring the pain, Yi Xuan wiped other places.
I walked to the mirror while wiping, and looked at the person in the mirror who was a little stranger. His body was not very strong, covered with bruises and redness. Although his face was not severely injured, his ability to resist hits was better after all. Weak, the cheekbone was injured by the uppercut of the Black King Kong, and it was slightly cracked. It was swollen at this time, and it looked more frightening than the wound on his body, and these were nothing. What made Yi Xuan feel unfamiliar most. His expression at the moment may have just gone through the battle of life and death. Yi Xuan looked at himself in the mirror and felt the unspeakable hideousness and danger. How similar this expression is to when he first saw Black King Kong.
He shook his head, took a deep breath, and shook the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, "I am still me", Yi Xuan muttered in a low voice, and threw the towel in his hand heavily into the tray held by the waiter.
Enduring the pain of the body, he changed his clothes in twos or twos, adjusted his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror again as a citizen in the mirror. That's right, this is himself, and he exhaled.
He turned around and walked straight to the door. He didn't know if the black skin was waiting there, but he made up his mind. As long as no one cares about himself, he should leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. Anyway, he said yes. Even if it's over after playing this game, it's up to him.
Walking out of the locker room, the gentleman-looking Uncle An outside was no longer there, and the black skin was not outside the door. This was a great opportunity. Enduring all kinds of physical discomforts, Yi Xuan strode outside, looking away from there. The gate was getting closer and brighter sunlight came in from the outside, it was a bit dazzling. Those spectators who had not yet dispersed were standing around their luxury car in twos and threes, seeing his figure someone shouting at him, and some people at him. Blowing the whistle, several fashionable beauties also glared at him. If Yi Xuan changed from the past, he might be flattered, but at this time he just wanted to leave here quickly.
The eyes of these people couldn't be said of kindness or malice. Yi Xuan glanced back. Regardless of them, the boxer's career was about to end, and he speeded up toward the door.
"Leaving in such a hurry?" A low voice suddenly sounded behind him, Yi Xuan's figure shook, and the movement of his feet stopped.
That voice sounded very familiar, and it inexplicably gave myself a sense of danger. There is no need to look back. Yi Xuan has already remembered it. That's right, this person is the boss on the phone.
The messy footsteps at the station became tighter and tighter. Yi Xuan turned around helplessly. Sure enough, he saw Hei Pi, the big man that day, and a few other guys surrounded by a middle-aged man, who had already walked behind him less than ten. Step distance, it seems that although they didn't wait at the door of the locker room, they also stood here early in the morning to observe themselves, only to blame that they didn't care about leaving in a hurry.
Looking up and down the head, this middle-aged man is completely different from the image of the underworld boss that Yi Xuan expected. He has no big sunglasses, no big back, and no black suit and bowler hat. He is wearing a silver gray. His suit, gold-rimmed glasses, a lot of silvery hair, combed meticulously, and a gentle smile on his face, doesn’t look like the kind of decisive underworld boss, but more like a teacher or Scholars unconsciously give people a bookish temperament.
Yi Xuan was stunned. Although he was sure that the voice just now was the boss of the black skin, this club still asked tentatively: "You are?"
"I think we talked over the phone." It was the low voice that came from this person's mouth, and Yi Xuanxin said that it seemed to be true. When I looked at the boss, I didn't know if it was a psychological effect. There was a dangerous breath immediately from the elegant temperament on his body.
As the man said, Chong Yixuan smiled kindly, "But I want to let me introduce it again. My surname is Wang. People in the mall like to call me Mr. Wang, but Heipi they like to call me Big Brother."
President Wang? Yi Xuan suddenly felt a bitter smile. It's no wonder that those black skins are all Mercedes-Benz bases. Can they still call them the underworld to the group of people in front of them
It's completely different from what I had guessed, but maybe this is the real underworld. Those who build prestige by fighting, fighting, and fighting for the might have been wiped out long ago.
It seems that the era of young and Dangerous boys who used to fight and kill to break into the world is gone forever. Now these so-called underworlds are even more high-end. Under the cover of commercial groups, they travel in and out of luxury cars, and they look high-end in their wear. The brand is far from the images of the vicious gangsters in TV and movies.
"Mr. Yi worked hard. This boxing match was very exciting." The boss said a few words with a sincere expression, but with a hint of slickness in his tone, "I really want to make friends with someone like Mr. Yi. Although we had some misunderstandings before, it doesn’t matter. You will get to know me in the future. I believe everyone will become good friends. Come, let’s talk while walking.” During the conversation with Yi Xuan, the boss always had A faint smile.
As soon as Mr. Wang’s voice fell, a black-faced Rolls-Royce drove slowly from behind, and stopped right in the middle of the two. The bodyguard behind him immediately opened the door of the car, and the boss was right. Yi Xuan made a gesture of asking.
Yi Xuan refused to get on the bus, and said defensively, "What do you mean? Aren't we all finished?"
"Hehe, the game is over naturally, but how could I just leave like this before the celebration banquet? If I let others know, I’m afraid I will say that Wang is too stingy, and my subordinates are helping me fight my life, and I finished the sentence. I drove people away without saying thank you. How can I do business with people in the future?" He said very naturally, even with a relaxed tone of a few jokes, but Yi Xuan couldn't relax. How could this kind of cunning old fox do things that are so simple.
"Sorry, I have injuries on my body, I am afraid I can't go." Yi Xuan was not impressed by Mr. Wang's kind words, his face still looked like an enemy.
"In this case, I can't let you go back from here alone." The smile on the boss's face remained unchanged, but his tone had become more impatient than before.
Yi Xuan intentionally refused, but looked at the serious expressions of the bodyguards around him. It didn't look like he could leave easily. He looked at Hei Pi again, who shook his head gently at him. Yi Xuanxin said that it seems that today this meeting is going to go if he wants to, not to mention that he is injured now, even if it is good, is it worth the pistol in the hands of the black leather? Thinking of this, sighed: "Well, let's talk about it on the road."