The time goes to ten minutes before Long Xiangtian arrived at the boxing ring.
The boxing matches on the third floor are basically semi-open. As long as you have a ticket, you can go up and watch, and then you can place bets on your favorite people.
More and more people came slowly. The venue was not big, probably only able to accommodate about a thousand people. It wasn't long before it was almost full. In the center of the venue was a large square boxing ring. There was no one on the ring yet, but a huge TV above the ring was showing information about the two fighters who were about to start a boxing match.
One is called Mong Zhao and the other is called Nada, both are Thai and both are Muay Thai masters. Some of the wonderful scenes broadcast on TV are indeed very exciting to outsiders.
Of course, the first mate was one of the bettors, and he was betting on Nada, who was waving his fists wildly as the boxing match progressed, spewing Japanese swear words out of his mouth.
However, in the end, Nada was hit on the chin by Meng Zhao's punch, and he flew backwards and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Meng Zhaosheng!
"Bali Yalu" the first mate cursed. He turned around and sat down, picked up the drink on the table and took a big gulp, as if there was a fire burning in his heart. Although the first mate had a high status on the ship, the boxing match here was managed by another person he dared not provoke, and the money he lost could not be recovered.
Just when he was trying to find something to vent his anger, Pasong came in. He was called to clean the house.
Seeing Pasong coming in, the first mate suddenly thought of how he could vent his anger.
The first mate's expression gradually calmed down, and he looked at Pasong with a strange smile and said, "Look at Meng Zhao, he's pretty good, right?"
"Yeah!" Pasong nodded woodenly. Meng Zhao's fists that hit the flesh made Pasong's small heart beat rapidly.
"So do you think you can beat him?" asked the first mate.
"What?" Pasong looked at the first mate in confusion.
The first mate said to his men outside, "Arrange for this man to go up and fight Meng Zhao."
His confidant showed a gloating expression on his face and said, "Okay! Mr. First Mate."
"Sir...Sir, I...I don't know how to fight!" When Pasong heard the first mate's words, his legs immediately went limp.
"It's okay, go up and have some fun." The first mate smiled, "Maybe someone will come to rescue you."
After saying that, the first mate stopped looking at Pasong and turned his head to look seriously at Meng Zhao who was roaring desperately in the boxing ring. He said to himself, "The instantaneous explosive power of Meng Zhao's fist should be close to a thousand pounds!"
Pasong's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, his face pale without a trace of blood.
As the audience prepared to sit down and wait for the next boxing match, the beautiful host on the ring suddenly took the microphone and said, "Dear audience friends, was Mr. Meng Zhao's performance tonight exciting?"
"Wonderful!" A group of people around the boxing ring roared as if they were unsatisfied.
"Since it's so exciting, do you want to watch more?" the female host shouted.
"think!"
"Okay, since everyone is willing to watch more, let me tell you a good news. Tonight, there is a young man from the ship who wants to challenge our Mr. Meng Zhao!!"
"Ah! Get him up here quickly!!"
"Meng Zhao, tear apart anyone who wants to challenge you!!"
"Meng Zhao, defeat your opponent mercilessly!"
Beside the boxing ring, countless men and women were screaming desperately.
In a player's passage next to the boxing ring, Pasong was pushed towards the boxing ring.
"No, I don't want it!" Pasong shouted.
"The first mate said that if you don't agree to the competition, he will throw you into the sea to feed the fish. If you go up and fight with Mr. Meng Zhao, you may still survive. If you are thrown into the sea, let me tell you, this is the high seas, and no one will care if you kill someone here!"
"I can't fight, and I don't know how to fight! Please spare me," Pasong pushed his feet against the ground, hoping to stop himself, but the person holding him from behind was obviously much stronger than him.
"If you dare to yell like this when you get on the stage, I guarantee that you will die a miserable death! Be good, go up and fight hard! Maybe Mr. Meng Zhao has no strength left now!" The first mate said, and pushed Meng Zhao hard to the side of the boxing ring.
Pasong leaned against the ring, looking at the people around him in horror, who seemed to have turned into wild beasts. His forehead was covered with sweat.
"Hurry up and get up if you don't want to die!" shouted the first mate.
Pasong turned around and looked at the boxing ring behind him that seemed taller than him. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably again.
"Is this the man who dares to challenge Mr. Meng Zhao? Why doesn't he look like a master?" The beautiful host walked to the side of the boxing ring, bent down and looked at Pasong in the audience, and said, "Sir, what is your name?"
"My...my name is Pasong!" Pasong swallowed and said.
"Oh! Mr. Pasong, do you want to challenge Mr. Meng Zhao?" asked the host.
Pasong wanted to say that he was forced to do this, but looking at the murderous look in the first mate's eyes, Pasong could only say, "I... I want to try."
"Great! You can't judge a person by his appearance! Mr. Pasong, who looks no more than 100 pounds, actually dares to challenge Mr. Meng Zhao. Mr. Pasong must have some secret weapon! Next, let's invite Mr. Pasong to make a shining appearance!"
"Wow!!!!!!"
There was a sudden loud noise at the scene. Pasong was startled by the noise and then looked towards the stage.
Meng Zhao, who had already fought a battle, was looking at Pasong with murderous intent on his face.
"Little brat, I will break your neck!" Meng Zhao grinned, rubbing his fists from time to time, making a clucking sound.
"I..." Pasong wanted to say something, but found that his throat was very dry.
"Mr. Pasong, please come on stage!" urged the beautiful host.
Pasong hesitated and looked at the first mate, and found that the first mate was still staring at him. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the boxing ring.
"In order to increase the viewing value of this competition, our organizing committee has specially selected a steel cage as the venue for this competition! Please put down the steel cage!" shouted the beautiful host.
The audience around was excited again.
I saw an iron cage slowly descending from right above the boxing ring. The iron cage was made of steel and there were many slightly protruding thorns on the cage wall. These thorns would not grow long and were only a little bit small, so people would not suffer serious injuries if they were pierced by these thorns, but it would still be very painful!
Pasong could only watch helplessly as the iron cage covered him completely, and then looked at Meng Zhao, feeling that his life had never been so dark.
"Come on, little brat! Tell me, how much do you weigh?" Meng Zhao said, twisting his neck grimly.
"I... I know martial arts, I'm not afraid of you!" Although Pasong was aware of that, when they really faced each other, he couldn't help but tremble in his calves and even stuttered when he spoke.
"Hahaha, martial arts? You mean the kind that's so soft and you can't kill anyone for a long time?" Meng Zhao laughed wildly, "Come on, show me what your martial arts are like?"