Nine p.m.
Wu Yu walked out of the subway station, wearing a black baseball cap on his head, revealing only a straight nose and a fair chin. With his hands in his pockets, he was wrapped in the surging crowd of people rushing towards the feasting and feasting. He came to Wynn Street, where KTVs are lined with nightclubs in the city center, and then ducked into the back door of a bar.
Ding-
When the golden bell rang in the ring, applause, cheers, and whistles erupted in an instant, almost toppling the entire roof. The referee and host stepped forward, raised the winner's hand high, and the excited voice resounded throughout the audience: "—'Red Whirlwind' has won again! This is his seven-game winning streak, seven consecutive victories. Win! Tonight's challenger still hasn't left a name on this stage!"
The Vietnamese boxer in the red shirt stared coldly under the stage, while the loser could only stumble up, covering his bleeding ears, scolding and swearing out of the ring, and soon disappeared behind the elated audience.
"Congratulations to the supporters who bet on 'Red Whirlwind'! Let's see what his odds are for the next game - 1:3! The next Red Whirlwind is 1:3!! Blue side odds 1:3.8!!"
Such a small odds difference pushed the audience's mood to a peak, with colorful lights flashing under the stage, cheering frequently, and countless people holding banknotes and rushing to throw them into the red cash box.
"Can 'Red Whirlwind' continue his undefeated myth? Is the opponent who defeated him still not born?!" The host shouted into the microphone: "Don't go away! We'll be back in half an hour!!"
The roaring voices passed through the veiled curtain to the backstage, making people's ears dizzy. Wu Yu took off his short jacket and hung it on the hanger. He raised his hand with a black slim T-shirt to outline the thin and sturdy shoulders and back lines.
"50,000 yuan, the old rule, the first two and the third." The bar owner slapped the two stacks of banknotes in front of him, and his fingers were so fat that the meat on the edge of the big gold ring was squeezed out: "Take 10% of the cash box as a reward. Half of the draw, you can join in as a live farmer, hey, I told you this is a special treatment! Don't say brothers don't take care of you!"
Wu Yu lowered his head and took off his shoes, his expression unmoved: "I don't do business."
"Hey, you!" The fat boss gave the donkey liver and lungs with a kind expression on his face, forcibly pulled his shoulders a little closer, and said with confidence, "I'll tell you the truth. The vietnamese came to fight seven times, There are blood or fractures in the field. Last week, the Guangdong boxing champion is still in the ICU today, and the medical expenses alone have lost this amount of money... Am I easy? Do you think it is easy for me to set up a club?! Oh, today It's all up to you, I won't say more nonsense, I'll give you another 10% of the bet, I'll be the host in the evening, please have a big drink, and call the two girls!"
Wu Yu grabbed his hand and moved it from his shoulder, patted the back of the fat white hand:
"No, discount it."
The fat boss almost choked on his own saliva and saw him turn around and walk towards the door of the locker room.
"You, you, hello—" The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched for a few seconds, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the washed and faded jacket on the hanger, and couldn't help but grieved: "You greedy thief! Are you planning to bring so much money to the coffin, today? There is no tomorrow, you have to be greedy!"
Wu Yu lifted the curtain with one hand and looked back at him.
Fat Boss: "..."
The bar owner has seen a lot of boxers. There are many people in this line of excitement, fast money, eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, drunkenness, and death. Many outstanding fighters have fought for years and are only left with injuries and can't save a penny.
But the young man in front of him was different.
Wu Yu's eyes were neither gloomy nor hostile, and most of the time they were not lethal, and could even be described as sloppy. But I don't know why, everyone said that this little brother has a good temper, but the bar owner always felt that there was something very heavy in his eyes.
"—Hey! Look at my crow's mouth!" The fat boss gestured and slapped his chubby face.
Wu Yu pointed at him with a finger, and the hustle and bustle under the arena not far away could be said to be boiling in the sky:
"Your business is getting bigger and bigger. Be careful to recruit the police. Just accept it when you see it."
Fatty: "Hey, you and I are more cunning than anyone, right? Why are there so many murder, arson, corruption, and robbery notices out there looking at me, ah, why are they looking at me, how can those notices find me..."
Wu Yu ignored him, turned around and walked through the backstage, walking straight to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
In the corner under the ring, the vietnamese boxer stared at Wu Yu with gloomy and fierce eyes, until he walked into the bathroom, then withdrew his gaze and snorted contemptuously.
"Be careful with that kid, he was found by the dealer." His master directed someone to massage and deliver water to him: "I have inquired about this guy, but he usually doesn't come out, but every time someone from outside comes to Lian Sheng Tai. If there are too many, the fat man will pay him a high price to fight him. It should be a hard idea, and I can’t find it out. Opening such low odds shows that the dealer has confidence in him.”
"… "
The Vietnamese boxer took the towel and threw it on the pillar with a loud bang.
"Good-looking, embroidered pillow." He sneered, and jumped onto the ring under the disapproving eyes of the master.
Ding!
The golden bell knocked heavily, the referee hurried away, and sharp boos and applause from the audience broke out. The Vietnamese lifted the red cape and threw it out, revealing his muscular and exaggerated upper body, spitting in his palms, and looking at his opponent maliciously; while Wu Yu stood there, a short-sleeved T-shirt Sports shorts, bowed his head and moved his shoulders a few times, a few strands of black hair slid down his forehead and swayed in front of his eyes.
"Go! Go! Hit him!"
"Go on, Red Whirlwind! Fuck it!!"
…
Wu Yu raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and all of a sudden the noise subsided, and his whole body was condensed.
"Little girls," the Vietnamese snorted and rushed up like lightning!
In this kind of underground arena, the only rule is that there are no rules. Don't wear gloves, don't wear protective gear, beat your head, kick your crotch, bite your teeth, and tear your hands. In order to pursue bloody stimulation, you will do anything you can to do anything. The fat man in the bar is still very particular about being a man. So far, he has never lost his life, which is why the field is getting bigger and bigger, and it can even attract black boxers from other Southeast Asian countries to come and make money.
Wu Yu leaned back slightly, and the fierce fist wind brushed past him. The Vietnamese didn't expect him to be able to avoid him, so he turned around and grabbed Wu Yu's elbow with a snap, and swung him up in the air!
"Wow—" The audience stopped screaming.
boom!
The Vietnamese threw an extremely severe shoulder-to-shoulder fall, smashing Wu Yu down, his back fell to the ground, and there was a dull bang!
"...!" In an instant, Wu Yu felt that his internal organs were all out of place, as if twenty or so ribs were shattered at the same time. An iron fist that falls from the top of the head!
"It's over!" someone blurted out.
The fat man folded his arms and leaned against the backstage door, calmly spit out two words: "Not yet."
At the critical moment, the Vietnamese boxing wind came to an abrupt end, as if it had crashed into a cotton wall, and could no longer move forward. I saw Wu Yu lying on his back and wringing the Vietnamese's arms from left to right with a very strange and tricky gesture. Then hit hard!
Vietnamese people are full of brains.
His arm was bent to the limit in the opposite direction, and his elbow was dislocated!
That was simply too fast, let alone the naked eye, even if you rewind at twice the speed, you might not be able to see Wu Yu's movements clearly. As soon as he rolled to the ground, the Vietnamese was locked by his neck before he could raise his head, only to hear a "Boom!" from the neck bone; He stumbled his opponent to the ground neatly, his arm hooked the Vietnamese throat from behind, and he was hanged in the blink of an eye!
From fighting on the ground to the sudden turn of victory and defeat, it took no more than three seconds before and after, and after a moment of silence, the surrounding suddenly burst out: "Okay!!"
"#￥￥%#￥..." The Vietnamese tried their best to make no sound, only felt that the throat was bent inch by inch, the blood in the whole body recoiled into the sky, and the congested eyes stared at Wu Yu—
At this moment, Wen Tun's dull appearance faded from the young man, revealing the opposite side of his soul.
His eyes seemed to have completely changed. If the Vietnamese were sane, they should have felt a little bit of fear.
Unfortunately, no one can see this scene at the moment.
"Fuck him! Good job!" "Fuck him! Beat him!" "Kill him! Kill him!"
…
The cheers from all directions rose for a while, and gradually turned into a distorted background sound. Wu Yu stared at the Vietnamese's bloodshot eyeballs, and saw his bruised mouth open and close a few times, without making a sound.
But he understood, it was a Vietnamese swear word.
A very familiar pronunciation that he had heard many times.
In fact, nothing has changed for so many years, whether it is in Myanmar, Chiang Rai, or after returning to China, no matter who you are loyal to or who you are working for; it is just repeating the same thing.
Wu Yu was in a trance for a moment, and his elbow instinctively used the force he was most familiar with. In the next second, I only heard a few crackling sounds of the throat bones rubbing against the throat. The Vietnamese eyes bulged, and two blood arrows suddenly burst out from the nose and mouth!
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
The loud bang of the golden bell made Wu Yu regain his senses and let go of the Vietnamese. Fortunately, he hadn't had time to kill him. The latter stumbled to his knees, rolling over and over, coughing and vomiting violently. The emergency staff that had been arranged by the bar immediately rushed to the ring with a simple stretcher.
The referee grabbed Wu Yu's hand and raised it high, and yelled something, but Wu Yu couldn't hear it clearly. The surrounding atmosphere is getting hotter, the excitement of winning money is mad, and the losing money grabs everything that can be thrown at hand and threw it out desperately, screaming shouts such as "Go to Vietnam", "Go back the monkey", etc. are mixed with cheers. , Everyone was jumping and roaring like crazy.
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
He withdrew his hand, walked behind the ring, swept the sprite from the corner of his eye, and suddenly stopped.
—Not far from the stage, a young man in his twenties or thirties, wearing a dark gray shirt, black trousers and leather shoes, was sitting in the auditorium. His clothes and temperament were out of tune with his surroundings. The colorful stroboscopic lights reflected in his eyes, radiating radiance, and he looked at Wu Yu with a smile and applaud.
Wu Yu's pupils were slightly compressed.
At this moment, there was a sudden change in the wind behind him.
I don't know when the Vietnamese actually grabbed a piece of wine bottle from the audience, broke free from the emergency personnel, his eyes were blood red, and he slammed into Wu Yu!
In this extremely chaotic scene that was stimulated by alcohol and blood, no one was able to spot the abnormality immediately, and even the nearest referee didn't react.
call!
Wu Yu turned around abruptly, the shimmering shards slid across the back of the T-shirt, and the fabric cracked silently.
At the same time, he grabbed the Vietnamese by the back of the neck and slashed the opponent's legs and ankles with his flying feet, causing him to lose his balance in just one stroke, and he fell forward with his whole body and threw his face towards the sharp arena post!
The noise of the whole world faded away, and the Vietnamese saw only the tip of the pillar in front of his eyes, and he was approaching rapidly in the pupil as large as the tip of a needle.
But then just listen: Clap! !
The Vietnamese saw blackness, pain, and a sudden stop; Wu Yu put a palm on his eye, which lifted his upper body, and the back of his hand was half an inch away from the tip of the ring!
With a loud bang, Wu Yu threw him out. The Vietnamese fell to the ground on their backs, and was rushed up by security guards and emergency personnel, and carried away with all their hands and feet.
"@￥#@#￥￥%..." The Vietnamese master jumped on the stage, bowed and muttered something loudly, listening to it meant begging for mercy and thanking him. But Wu Yu only looked at him, stood quietly for a moment, turned and jumped off the ring.
The young man in the suit and leather shoes in the distance stood up to him, but this time Wu Yu's eyes didn't stop at anyone, and he walked straight back to the backstage.
"Well, 30,000," the three stacks of banknotes swished a yard in front of them, and another paper bag was stomped in front of him, just by hearing the sound, he knew that the weight was quite heavy, and the fat man laughed so hard that he could not see his teeth but his eyes: "This is The promised dividends, brother, I have added 20% to you, how about it? I knew that our Angkor would definitely kill the Vietnamese monkeys, right, right?”
The surrounding employees are all cheering, and the compliments are endless.
"You don't need to be so reclusive, come out to play a few more games, and earn more while you can make money, ah?" The fat man squeezed his butt to Wu Yu's side, and persuaded bitterly: "Next time you come, come forward. If we don't join hands, I don't think there is any boxing ring on Wynn Street in this district that can become a good place. Our vision should be on the whole of Jinhai, and even North China..."
Wu Yu fastened his shoelaces, got up and patted the fat man on the shoulder.
"Ah?" Fatty was flattered.
"Don't look for me in the next rounds below 200,000."
Wu Yu sullenly shook his head, picked up the purse under the fat man's tongue-tied stare, wrapped it in his coat, tucked it under his arm, and got out of the back door of the bar.
At eleven forty, the bus lingered to a stop in front of the platform.
Wu Yu held the rolled coat in one hand, and put the other hand in his trouser pocket and got out of the car. He walked across the long street in the middle of the night, stumbling around and into the winding and narrow alleys of the old city.
For every two street lights, one is broken. The moonlight shines on the winding stone road. The sides of the originally narrow path are full of debris from every household: stone tiles, urinals, cardboard boxes, rusted and dusty Twenty-eight big bars, covered with tarpaulins, ready to push the tricycle out of the stall tomorrow morning. The lights in the bungalows on the side of the road were all turned off. Wu Yu lowered his head and walked out of the alley without any pause in his footsteps. He turned gently like a ghost, and disappeared into another fork in the Huizi Hutong.
A few seconds later, a pair of well-made leather shoes walked out of the shadows and gently stopped at the crossroads. The blue and white moonlight finally illuminated the stalker's face - the young man in the bar in a shirt and trousers.
He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and exhaled as if admitting defeat: "Wu..."
A hand flashed from behind him, grabbed his throat with lightning speed, and slammed his whole body against the stone wall!
Whoa! The ash and gravel on the walls rustled down like a drizzle.
"I said don't follow me," Wu Yu whispered to the stalker's ear, "Lin, Fang."
"Cough cough cough cough..." Lin Fang finally managed to stop his coughing for a long time, but he was still unable to speak after his throat was pinched, so he raised his hand and gestured behind Wu Yu.
Wu Yu tilted his head slightly, and sure enough, not far behind, two plainclothes who had just emerged hesitantly stopped, their expressions tense as if they were facing an enemy. After a few seconds of confrontation, they finally retreated back to the darkness unwillingly. inside.
Wu Yu let go of his hand, and Lin Fang let out a big sigh, rubbing his neck and smiling helplessly: "Look, we really have no ill intentions, we are just protecting you—"
Wu Yu interrupted him, his voice flat and unwavering: "No need."
Lin Fang looked helpless: "They just follow orders..."
"roll!"
Lin Fang's eyes moved slightly, his mouth opened as if he wanted to explain something, but then Wu Yu turned around and walked into the darkness.
"Hey, Wu Yu!" Lin Fang caught up with the first few steps, and coughed again because his voice increased, but he didn't mind, so he coughed and laughed loudly: "I like you very much, let's go out for a drink together someday !"
This time Wu Yu didn't even look back: "Drink your sister."
Lin Fang couldn't help laughing, then turned into a big laugh, and when he looked up again, the thin and neat figure had disappeared at the end of the moonlight.
There was a clatter of hot water, and the plastic shower curtain was soon covered with water marks.
Wu Yu closed his eyes in the water, the light shining through the thin eyelids made the whole world dim, and the familiar dull pain gradually climbed from the back ribs to the brain. Although it will not break the tendons and bones, it is estimated that it will take ten days and a half months to recover.
After all, he is no longer the age where he can work hard in his twenties.
Perhaps due to the effect of the hot air, Wu Yu's thoughts drifted for a moment, and a pair of fierce blood-red eyes gradually emerged from the deep black and chaotic subconscious - it was the Vietnamese who had been strangled by the throat and struggled desperately in the ring just now.
"Hit! Hit!" "Vietnamese!" "Kill him!"
The lanterns around the ring were dazzling, and the frenzied cheers rose from wave to wave.
"Beat!" "Kill him!" "Traitor!"
In the dark torture room, every sound of a ball batting to shatter bones, or the muffled sound of a head hitting a stone wall, was eerily clear.
"Tiaozi's lackey!"
"Don't say kill him!"
"kill him!!"
…
Countless messy curses drowned into a deep ocean, and the water pressure rapidly expanded, taking away the last trace of oxygen from the lungs—
"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Yu suddenly broke out with a cough.
He hurriedly groped to turn off the shower, and didn't even feel that he hit his hand. The buzzing from his brain to his eardrums made him unable to distinguish consciousness and reality for a while, and it took him a long while to hear a hoarse and rapid gasp in the bathroom, like a trapped beast in a state of embarrassment, it was himself.
No, no, he forced himself to think over and over again, he couldn't go on like this.
You will die like this.
He couldn't tell whether it was a fear or a desire from the depths of his soul, so he quickly forced himself to calm down, got up and wiped his wet face, wrapped it in a towel, and walked out of the simple bathroom. In a flash, the light-ink tattoos from the bottom of the back of the neck to the shoulder blades fluctuated slightly with the movement.
A few pieces of laundry were piled up on the single wooden bed in the bedroom. Wu Yu grabbed a pair of loose trousers and put them on. His thin upper body was naked. He took out a paper bag from the jacket he brought back tonight, and poured all the money on the table. , I clicked the sheets one by one twice, and through this process I finally settled my mind, and my chaotic brain gradually returned to its normal calmness and clarity.
He knelt on the ground, pulled out the safe under the bed, and threw the paper bag full of money into it. There were two or three of the same paper bags in the safe. He took out a thin ledger and wrote it down one by one, and carefully calculated the latest total. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the result of his mental calculation on the way home. It was an order. A number that people are more satisfied with; then he locked the safe and pushed it back under the bed, got up, relaxed his shoulders and neck, and let out a long breath.
There was a clock on the wall of the small bedroom, the second hand ticking slightly, it was half past twelve in the night.
Wu Yu wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and drank slowly with a glass of ice water in the other, his eyes wandering from the bedside bookshelf: "Criminal Evidence", "Introduction to Foreign-related Police Affairs", "Public Security Informatics", "Crime" Field Exploration"…
Rows of familiar books made him lose his mind for a moment, and he unconsciously thought of his current immediate boss-the one who was said to be the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment at a young age, surrounded by aura of prestigious school family background and many other halos, and every day he wears a picture that others owe him. A workaholic with five million expressions.
Wu Yu shook his head mockingly.
- A young elite like Bu Chonghua, who is three miles away, can make a small scout like him feel an aura called "unable to provoke".
Wu Yu picked out "Public Security Informatics" from the row of professional books, flipped to the page he didn't read last week, took out his glasses, put them on, and turned on the bedside lamp with a snap.
The night wind blew lightly over the window lattice, shaking the gauze almost invisible.
Suddenly, Wu Yu raised his head as if he felt something.
"… "
He got up and stood on the side of the edge of the window against the wall, gently opened the gauze with the barrel of a pen, frowned and looked out.
Downstairs of the residents of the old community, moths rustled against the street lights, and the shadows of the trees smeared thick or light ink balls in the dark night. In the bushes, a spark of fire flickered, and it was a cigarette butt.
Lin Fang was standing under the tree, and the street light pulled the figure out of the elder. I saw that he was holding a mobile phone in one hand and didn't know what to enter, and a cigarette in the other. He suddenly stopped and looked up as if he felt something.
But just before the eyes met, Wu Yu moved his fingers lightly, and the curtains closed quietly in an instant.
The halo of the bedside lamp outlines the profile of his face, the eyelashes fall down sharply, the smooth nose is smudged into a small patch of warm yellow, and the neck glows with ivory luster, winding all the way to hide in the deep collarbone. However, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, he was completely submerged by the midnight shadow, and there was a slight glimmer of light in the black and white eyes, like broken ice colliding gently in a glass.
"..." His lips moved, vaguely swearing in two words, but he didn't scold.
Wu Yu put the book down on the single bed, too lazy to worry about the people downstairs. He could only hear the second hand ticking regularly in the shabby room. After a while, he adjusted his glasses and gently turned over a page with dense notes written on it. page.