Chapter 1036 — Help Me Level Up!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
That night, Qiu Lingshan drifted into sleep amid her excitement. Outside the window a fine rain began to fall. In her dream, Qiu Lingshan lay listening to the wind and rain in the deep of the night, and Wei Zhao came to her in his pajamas...
On that rainy night, Songshan City seemed especially quiet. The vagrants and beggars in the streets had all vanished somewhere, and many restaurants and shops had closed early — on rainy days there were few customers.
But there was one place packed to overflowing. Even with the rain pouring down outside, it was still a roar of voices, bustling beyond measure.
That place was An Liwen's underground boxing ring.
Yang Maoling looked at the opponent on the stage who had just won two bouts in a row, and could not help frowning.
How was this man so formidable? When someone had first approached him, all they said was that he would be fighting in an underground black-boxing match and could earn a hundred thousand yuan in commission. A hundred thousand! And that was win or lose.
Yang Maoling's heart was moved. He was a small-time thug from the market, making a bit of pocket money by bullying the vendors with extortion and petty demands — two or three thousand a month at the very most. Now someone was offering him a hundred thousand, and he accepted gladly.
As for why he had staged the appearance of fleeing in fear of punishment, that too had been Xiao Luozi's idea. The reason was simple: Xiao Luozi had told him beforehand that win or lose he would get a hundred thousand, but if he won he would get another three hundred thousand. And if he beat his opponent to death, the opponent's hundred thousand would be his as well — five hundred thousand in all.
But if you killed a man, you would have to run, wouldn't you? If you simply vanished for no reason, people would surely suspect you. But if you fled out of fear of punishment over some small matter, with a plausible cause, then people would naturally overlook you.
A little trouble like that would never make him a wanted man, so Yang Maoling thought it over and decided it made sense. He was big and burly, a thug by birth, and brawling was meat and drink to him. If he happened to kill his opponent by accident, that was hardly difficult.
And hearing that a win would bring another three hundred thousand, Yang Maoling knew this match would be a fight to the death. When a man's last strength was gone, who would be willing to let three hundred thousand in prize money slip away from under his feet?
So to win, he could only beat his opponent to death. Only that way could he be sure of victory — and get his hands on the other man's hundred thousand as well.
Yang Maoling was a thug to begin with, and he did not much care about human life. Especially in a place like this underground ring — if someone really was beaten to death, the owner certainly would not want a fuss. He could simply walk away, and after a few years, once the matter had blown over, nothing would come of it.
Only, Yang Maoling's thinking was fine; reality was cruel.
When he saw that short, stocky man on the stage — who did not look like much — win two matches in a row, Yang Maoling began to feel uneasy.