Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 3

Nine p.m.

Wu Wei walked out of the subway station, wearing a black baseball cap on his head, only revealing a straight nose bridge and a white chin. With his hands in his pockets, he was surrounded by the crowds rushing towards the feasting and feasting. He arrived at Wynn Street where there were many nightclubs and KTVs in the city center, and then lowered his head and slipped into the back door of a bar in a familiar way.

Ding-- as soon as the golden bell rang on the stage, applause, cheers, and whistles suddenly burst out, almost overturning the entire roof. The referee and host stepped forward, took the winner's hand and raised it high, and the excited voice resounded throughout the audience: "--'Red Tornado' has won again! This is his seventh consecutive victory. Winning streak! Tonight's challenger still hasn't left his name on this stage--!"

The Vietnamese boxer wearing a red shirt looked coldly at the audience, while the loser could only stagger up while covering his bleeding ears. Cursing, he got out of the ring and quickly disappeared behind the jubilant audience.

"Congratulations to the supporters who bet on the 'Red Tornado'! Let's see what his odds are for the next game - 1:3! The odds for the next Red Tornado are 1:3!! The blue side pays The odds are 1:3.8!!"

Such a small odds difference pushed the audience's emotions to a peak. The audience flashed bright lights and cheered frequently. Countless people held up banknotes and rushed to throw them into the red money box.

"Can the 'Red Tornado' continue his undefeated myth? Has the opponent who defeated him not been born yet?!"

The host shouted hoarsely into the microphone: "Don't go away! We'll come back in half an hour!!"

The excited voices passed through the partially hidden curtains and reached the backstage, making people's ears and drums go numb. Wu Wei took off his short jacket and hung it on the hanger. He raised his hand and held up a black slim-fitting T-shirt that outlined his lean and lean shoulders and back.

"Fifty thousand yuan, the old rule, two in the front and three in the back." The bar owner slapped two stacks of banknotes in front of him. His fingers were so fat that the flesh on the edge of the big gold ring was squeezed out: "Take 10% from the cash box as a reward. Take half, you can join in as a banker if you want, hey, I tell you, this is a special treatment! Don't say that brothers don't take care of you!"

Wu Yu lowered his head and took off his shoes, with an unmoved expression: "I don't want to be a banker.
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"Hey - you!" The fat boss had a kind-hearted expression on his face. He forcibly pulled his shoulders closer and said sincerely: "I'm going to tell you the truth. The Vietnamese came to fight seven times. , every scene is either bleeding or fractured. Last week, the Guangdong boxing champion is still lying in the ICU today. He has lost me this amount in medical expenses alone... Is it easy for me? Do you think it is easy for me to set a banker?! Oh, today It's all up to you. I won't say any more nonsense. I'll give you an extra 10% of the bet. I'll be your host tonight, please drink a lot of wine and call the two girls nice!..."

Wu Yu grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her. He moved his shoulder away and patted the back of the fat white hand: "No, just give it a discount."

The fat boss almost choked on his own saliva and watched him turn around and walk towards the door of the locker room.

"You, you, hey -" 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. He couldn't help but feel sad and said: "You greedy man! Do you plan to take so much money into the coffin? If there is no tomorrow today, you will be greedy!"