Chapter 1341 In the Octagonal Cage


The sexy girl with a graceful figure is holding a sign, wearing high heels, and taking catwalks along the inside of the iron cage.

Leather jacket and leather shorts, revealing white thighs and visible abdominal muscles, charming and cool.

Two players who are about to have a life-or-death battle are doing a simple warm-up on both sides of the Octagon.

That’s right.

Life and death battle.

This is not an underground black boxing event. Before the competition, the two contestants voluntarily signed a life and death certificate.

It determines both victory and defeat, and life and death.

Taking life to win is of course driven by motivation.

The prize money for this game starts at $500,000.

And if you kill your opponent, the bonus will expand tenfold to five million US dollars!

People die for money.

That’s why we attracted the former presidential Blue House bodyguard, also known as the Ouchi expert, to sign up.

To be able to PK with the former presidential bodyguard and compete for huge prizes, a native chicken and a dog will definitely not be able to do it. The other player has an unusual background. He is a boxing champion who has risen in Korea in the past two years and is proficient in all ways. As a fighting technique, he usually uses Muay Thai. His boxing style is famous for its cruelty and viciousness, leaving an indelible mark on countless opponents he has fought against.

——For example, physical disabilities and psychological fears.

There is no pie in the sky. If you want to win the sky-high bonus, you must first have enough money.

Because it was a life and death battle, and both sides were not ordinary people, a large number of powerful people were attracted to the scene to watch the battle.

The wool comes from the sheep.

The organizer will definitely not lose money to make a profit.

The rich people in the audience are responsible for throwing money, and the poor people on the stage are responsible for working hard.

“Dang…”

With a cold and clear sound of gongs and drums.

The competition officially begins.

Both sides are of the yellow race, with moderate body shapes, not as big as Westerners' ox-tall horses, but their visual impact is not much inferior.

Even if you don’t understand fighting, you should understand that in a fight, you don’t have to be big to have an absolute advantage.

Just like those big-bodied fitness experts in the gym, their arms are as thick as Popeye's, and they can't even put them down when walking, so that their posture resembles that of a gorilla, muscles created by reliable technology and hard work , it has almost only a decorative effect. If you bump into someone on the street and a conflict breaks out, you may not be able to defeat ordinary people.

Needless to say, the level of excitement in a life-and-death battle. At the beginning of the match, there was no testing. The two sides had cold eyes, and they quickly got close. They punched their opponent wildly with punches that could make ordinary people lie down.

Compared to a woman taking off her clothes, the octagonal cage in front of her will definitely make a man's blood boil more.

Especially the wealthy class.

Women come and go as soon as you call them. They are inexhaustible and are nothing more than playthings.

A certain room in the venue is isolated from all the hustle and bustle outside, but the large hanging screen clearly presents the fight in the octagonal cage 360 ​​degrees.

As the only spectator, Boss Jiang picked up the ice tea at hand.

In the octagonal cage, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. The former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard not only lived up to his fame, but also walked very fast. After a brief separation, he took the lead in launching an offensive, showing great aggression and punching straight at his opponent. Face door.

The strength of the boxing champion Xiang Xing is demonstrated in each game. He dodged sideways and counterattacked with an uppercut, hitting his opponent in the ribs. The Blue House bodyguard quickly tightened his abdomen, blocked with his arms, and then It was an extreme physical collision, and no one except the two parties involved could know their feelings.

The two sides refused to give in to each other, and the boxing champion Xiang Xing saw a defensive gap in his opponent's defense, and suddenly hit the opponent's chin with an uppercut. The Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard's head jerked towards He leaned back, blood spurted out of his mouth, and bits of blood splashed in the air.

Seeing blood is just the beginning.

The injured former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard then launched a more violent offensive, pouring a series of combination punches at the opponent like a violent storm, vowing to win the grand prize.

I wonder if he tried so hard when he was on duty at the Blue House.

Probably not.

After all, protecting Mr. President is just a job.

How could there be a salary of tens of millions of dollars?

It’s just work, why are you working so hard?

Boxing champion Xiang Xing has rich experience. He immediately protected his head with his arms, withstood the opponent's most ferocious blows with minimal damage, while calmly looking for opportunities.

Finally, the opportunity came.

In an instant, he squatted down in vain, poured all his strength into his right fist, and hit his opponent's abdomen firmly.

The former Blue House bodyguard staggered back.

The competition gradually entered a fierce stage. Both people in the octagonal cage were injured, but neither of them showed any intention of shrinking. The people who eat this bowl of rice are all very strong-willed, even if their noses, eye corners, foreheads... are all cracked. But they didn't care, as if they didn't feel pain, sweating profusely and fighting bloody.

If this was an ordinary person, he would have fallen to the ground and rolled around, crying and howling.

Although it is called a battle of life and death, it is not an unlimited fight. Logically speaking, this type of competition does not need a referee at all. Beating the opponent to death is the biggest purpose, but when two people appear entangled in each other, If they are together, the referee will intervene immediately and separate the two people.

Compared to Liao Xiangdong’s underground black boxing ring, it is still slightly inferior.

“Mr. Jiang.”

The door opened, and someone came in and stood beside him.

“Who do you think will win?”

“Xiang Xing.”

Xu Kuan looked at the screen and answered without thinking.

The presidential bodyguard does not mean that the world is invincible. Although the two sides are currently going back and forth, bloody and anxious, as a spectator, you can intuitively feel that the former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard is in a weak position, and a striking eye appears in the corner of his right eye. The scars were frightening, the blood was flowing, and the vision in that eye was probably blurred.

In a moment, both sides received a few more punches. In response to Xu Kuan's evaluation, the former Blue House bodyguard staggered, lost his balance, and put his hands on the ground. This was originally an excellent opportunity to end the game, but he was known for his cruelty. However, Xiang Xing stopped the punch in mid-air in time and did not hit his opponent on the back of the head.

Fist style is just boxing style.

It’s not about professional ethics.

In fighting matches, when the opponent falls to the ground, the players generally do not continue to attack.

The referee hurriedly stepped forward, supported the former Blue House bodyguard, and asked about the situation.

"Jang Woo-jae had an accident an hour ago when he was on the front line to persuade the rioting medical staff. He was stabbed with a knife and was rushed to the hospital for treatment. Therefore, the rioting protestors took the initiative to evacuate."

Jang Woo-jae.

Leader of the opposition party.

In other words, he is one of the most powerful people in Goryeo and a strong contender for the next ultimate position.

Just like the two people fighting for their lives in the octagonal cage at this time, he and the current Yin Ronghuan can also be called a life-or-death relationship.

Politics will always be the most colorful game in the world.

It's definitely more complicated than a straight-forward fight.

In the octagonal cage, if you want to win, you can only defeat or kill your opponent.

But political games can also be played by hurting oneself.

That’s right.

Hurt yourself.

"How is the injury?"

"Everything went according to plan, the visual impact is strong, and the damage is not serious. The next step is to spend a vacation in the hospital at public expense."

Xu Kuandao : "This Jang Woo-jae does have With some courage, there are still risks in the chaos. If the angle is just a little off, the accident may become an accident.”

“There is no shortage of people who can climb to the top of the mountain. Of courage and courage.”

Jiang Chen put down the ice tea.

The leader of the opposition party risked his own life and went to the scene to persuade the troubled doctor. As a result, an intentional person took the opportunity to assassinate him and was seriously injured and hospitalized.

If this wave continues, there is no doubt that the momentum of himself and even the opposition party he leads will increase dramatically.

The human heart is made of flesh.

How could the people not sympathize with such a great old man who served the country and the people.

In contrast, the current Yin Ronghuan may have even more headaches.

The leader of the opposition party was assassinated, and the medical staff who caused the trouble felt they were wrong and took the initiative to retreat. It was equivalent to Jang Woo-jae risking his life to resolve this national crisis.

But this is originally the responsibility of Mr. President.

And what did Mr. President do?

It just creates contradictions.

As one goes and the other goes, the support rates of both parties may usher in a new round of reshuffle. "Bang."

The former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard's face was covered in blood and his face was beyond recognition. He lost his balance again and almost fell down.

Boxing champion Xiang Xing was not greedy for profit, and he stopped in time as always. Although it was not as serious as his opponent, his face was also stained with blood, and a blood bubble bulged near his temple.

The former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard was obviously severely exhausted, but his will was very strong, and his face was covered with blood. However, when the referee asked if he could still continue to play, he still shook his head.

But just as Xiang Xing passed by him, the guy suddenly pushed the referee away and launched a surprise attack from behind.

Same.

He is a bodyguard.

Not a professional boxer.

What do the rules in the boxing ring have to do with him?

"The stick will definitely not disappoint."

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Seeing this, Xu Kuan was not surprised at all.

Even though the physical exertion was huge, the long-term habit still made Xiang Xing react. He turned his head at the critical moment and avoided the opponent's fatal blow with sinister intentions.

The fist turned from the back of the head to the ear. Severe pain struck. Xiang Xing suddenly twisted his waist, raised his leg at the same time, and kicked the opponent in the abdomen with force and speed.

No matter how strong his abdominal muscles were, they had no protective effect at this time. The former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard immediately flew up and hit the cage behind him hard.

This time, Xiang Xing did not talk about the morals in the boxing ring. He lunged forward, raised his feet and hips, and adopted a standard shooting posture.

“Bang!”

Headshot!

The former Cheong Wa Dae bodyguard rolled out instantly and hit the wall of the cage again. After coming to rest, he lay there limply without any movement, not knowing whether to live or die.

"I won."

Xu Kuan showed a smile.

“I have the same opinion as you.”

Boss Jiang looked calm and was thinking after the fact.

In this regard, Xu Kuan dared not say anything in anger.

No one cares about the life or death of the weak. On the screen, the referee holds Xiang Xing's arm high and enjoys the cheers of the audience.

"Mr. Jiang, the chaebols of Goryeo are now in contact with Jang Woo-jae and are beginning to get closer. These businessmen are indeed masters of speculation, sitting on the sidelines and watching, and making decisions based on the wind."

" this comes to us Isn't that a good thing?"

"I'm worried that Jang Woo-jae will change his mind after taking office. There will be too many variables in a few years."

"What we need is time, not other people's credit. ”

Jiang Chen's words were concise and concise.

Xu Kuan was enlightened and suddenly realized.

Yes.

Believing in the credibility of others is an extremely stupid act in itself.

I support Jang Woo Jae just because Cha Chang Min’s current prestige and qualifications are not sufficient.

He also needs to "develop".

As for whether Jang Woo-jae is willing to hand over the baton to Cha Chang-min as agreed after he takes office.

Is it important?

If others are not willing to give it, why can’t you take the initiative to get it?

“Dong dong dong…”

There was a knock on the door.

Boxing champion Xiang Xing, who had just fought for his life in the octagonal cage, walked in. He simply put on some clothes and didn't even have time to deal with the sweat and blood on his face. He looked hideous and terrifying.

"Mr. Xu."

The arrogant boxing champion bowed his head humbly to Xu Kuan.

“Not bad. It doesn’t disgrace us Western Guangdong people.”

After confirming, Xu Kuan then introduced: "My name is Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang."

The ruthless man who beat to death the former Blue House bodyguard obeyed his words.

What’s the use of being able to fight.

Times have changed.

A person who has a hard fist and is not afraid of death is like a crucian carp crossing a river.

“After taking the bonus from this game, can I retire?”

Jiang Chen joked.

“Five million US dollars is indeed enough money.” Xu Kuan agreed.

Five million US dollars in prize money.

It seems to be paying off.

Originally, losing the game was nothing, but I had to sneak attack, which cost me my life.

Not every occasion is suitable for being immoral.

Sometimes following the rules is not to help others, but to help yourself.

“I will definitely have enough money, but I will definitely not retire. Mr. Xu will always be my boss.”

A smile appeared on Xiang Xing's blood-stained face, and his obviously fierce and terrifying appearance created a sense of kindness.

"Okay, let's go take care of your injury. From today on, I'll give you a long vacation."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu."

Before leaving, Xiang Xing Don't forget to nod and bow to Jiang Chen.

In ancient times, such people would definitely belong to the level of heroes, but it is obvious that there are many people like Xiang Xing under Xu Kuan.

This is the charm of money and power.

It doesn’t matter if you are desperate at home or want to make a fortune, you can achieve your dreams by going abroad.

Of course, Xu Kuan will definitely not accept a good-for-nothing job. The kind of dreamer who has no merit but loves to daydream is only suitable for being sent to the bottom of Burma and handed over to the proprietress of the Peace Hotel as a woodcutter.

After Xiang Xing left, Xu Kuan reached into his pocket, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Chen.

“What.”

"Tickets for the FOX show the day after tomorrow, the best location."

Xu Kuan was serious.

"The doctors have all left, and the performance will not be affected in any way. Please ask Mr. Jiang to convey to Miss Jin on your behalf, wishing her a smooth performance."

"Where is your gun."

Jiang Chen raised his head and asked in a nonchalant manner.

Xu Kuan's face was serious, "Didn't Mr. Jiang say it's a civilized society?"

Jiang Chen gestured towards him.

“I really didn’t bring any.”

“Take off your clothes and pants.”

Jiang Chen seemed to want to check.

Xu Kuan grimaced, "Mr. Jiang, isn't this appropriate? If someone comes in..."

Jiang Chen looked at him silently.

Immediately, a look of determination flashed across Xu Kuan's face, and he actually raised his hand to untie his belt.

Jiang Chen walked out.

"Mr. Jiang, your ticket." (End of Chapter)

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