Chapter 293 Licensing Indicators
Black Fist’s arrangements came quickly.
In the evening of the next day, Song Shi, who was being guarded in the apartment, received the good news of Fatty Chen.
"Brother Song! We've found our opponent! Let's fight today!"
Fatty Chen slapped the door and said with a smile, "How was your rest?"
"Had a peaceful sleep."
The other party replied. It can be seen that compared to yesterday's tiredness after a long journey, the young man's demeanor is obviously much more energetic at this moment.
"That's good, that's good." Fatty Chen said, "Then let's go there now?"
The two of them went downstairs, and the same van drove onto the highway.
“Do you have any information about your opponent?”
"Of course there is. I definitely can't let you run into me blindly." Fatty Chen took out a data tablet from his arms and handed it over: "Let's take a look."
On the tablet was Zhang Naked. Photos of muscular men with upper torso.
Guo Chou, a thug raised by the Iron Gate Gang, has made a name for himself before even wearing a prosthetic body. He can't get close to seven or eight people at ordinary times, and after his arms were replaced with prosthetics.
"Wait a minute, prosthetic body." The young man frowned: "This guy has prosthetic body assistance, what should I do? Do you want me to use a gun?"
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Looking at the young man's almost completely natural body except for a data interface and several electrode patches, Fatty Chen shook his head: "You will know when you get to the scene. I will definitely not let you go up there with bare hands."
"Ah, by the way, don't get me wrong. I'm not going to perform surgery on you and install a prosthetic body on the spot."
"It's understandable that resources are scarce in the wasteland and we can't get any implants, but don't think about it either. When you enter our place, you can put on your prosthetic body. How much do you know about us?"
Seeing the other party shaking his head, Fatty Chen showed a look of understanding and said seriously: "Then I'll tell you the truth. Well, you can’t just install a prosthetic body if you want to. You must obtain the license quota corresponding to the quota before you can do the implantation surgery. Otherwise, it is illegal and criminal. The surveillance network can catch you in a short time, dismantle the prosthetic body, and send it to you. Into the prison."
"Look."
As he spoke, Fatty Chen rolled up his right sleeve and showed a hint of iron with a slightly complacent look: "Turning ball second generation mechanical prosthesis, 190,000 silver coupons, I can now have five coins spinning at the fingertips at the same time , How scary is the flexibility? I have been working with my boss for four years, and he saw that I worked very hard before he personally applied for the license quota for me."
As he spoke, the van slowly stopped.
“Oh! We’re here!”
The bustling level of this area is obviously much stronger than that of the apartment street. It was just in the evening, and there was already a bit of neon night, with imitation wooden hollows. In the bright light of the lampposts, the five-color gauze hanging along the street dances leisurely.
In the second half of the street, there is a magnificent building, with a line of large Chinese characters like dragons and phoenixes outlined on its plaque.
Changmeng Club.
"The surname is Chen! Is this the newcomer you brought?"
As soon as he stepped into the door of the club, someone raised his voice, and a middle-aged man in a suit opened his mouth With both hands, he came forward with a smile: "Hey, such thin skin and tender meat?"
"Shut up your bad mouth!" Chen Fatty was unceremonious and sneered: "Get your banknotes ready early. ! Otherwise, your crotch will be pushed out later!"
As he said that, Fatty Chen pulled the young man inside.
When they reached the deserted corridor, the former said: "That man's name is Wang Meng. Their gang has always been in conflict with our Red Blood Club. Leave him alone. A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."
"Yes." The young man nodded calmly: "When will the fight start?"
"Don't worry, let's go and sign the contract first. Wait a minute, someone is looking for me." Chen Fatty showed the buzzing data Tablet: "This way, you go straight to the end and turn left to the second room. You go there first and tell me my name. They know how to do it."
"Contract?"
"Of course We need to sign a contract! We are not doing anything illegal! The surveillance network is watching!”
Fatty Chen finished speaking in one breath and turned around the corner.
Song Shize followed the instructions and entered the room at the end of the corridor. When he saw someone coming in, the two sturdy men who were sitting immediately stood up.
“Fat Chen called me here to sign the contract.”
“Oh, you are Fatty Chen’s new recruit. Here.” One of the strong men took out a tablet and fiddled with it for a while. Handed it over: "The interface is ready, just sign your name, remember to add your household registration code."
Song Shi took the tablet and did not sign directly, but carefully browsed the terms of the contract .
A few seconds later, he pointed to a place and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, 'After the game starts, life or death does not matter', what does this mean? Isn't it a regular game?"
"What do you mean? , Literally."
The strong man who handed over the tablet twisted his neck: "You have to take care of your life and death when you get into the ring. This is a black boxing game. Do you think it's a house game?" "And, who? Are you telling me that no one can die in a regular match?”
“This is different from what I said at the beginning.”
"Huh?"
The strong man squinted his eyes, his face suddenly changed, and he revealed a bit of a sinister smile: "I don't care about anything, least of all in the first place, anyway, hurry up and sign this name for me. Now, don’t tell me, you’re here now and you still want to regret it?”
As he spoke, another strong man also came around.
However, facing the two people surrounding him, the young man frowned, but was not afraid at all. He clenched his fingers into fists——
“Hey! What’s wrong, what’s wrong!”
At this moment, the door opened and Fatty Chen walked in. Seeing the scene in front of him, he quickly stood between the two parties and signaled both parties to calm down.
"Fat Chen, you're a newbie and you're not very sensible."
The strong man said coldly without putting on a good face.
“This is different from what was promised.”
The young man said solemnly.
"Brother Song! It's my fault, I'm so stupid, I forgot to mention it!" Fatty Chen patted his forehead and put on a smile: "Black boxing does have risks. Think about it, with so many benefits, how can it be possible? There is no risk? You are also a person who came from the wasteland, so I don’t need to explain this.”
“Dead people are also a bit risky?”
“That sounds bluffing. "
Chen Fatty said sternly: "The main thing is that if you don't have a good eye for fists and kicks, accidents will inevitably happen. If you don't write down the terms in advance, it will be an 'accident'. According to the penalties of relevant laws and regulations, the organizer It’s going to be a big loss. But after writing the terms, if this happens again, it will be within the scope of reasonable competition. It is not illegal and will not be punished.”
“This is just an insurance, how can it really be allowed? Someone died on the field? And I’m not here? I’m the introducer and I have the right to stop the game for you! Don’t worry.”
Seeing that the young man was silent, Fatty Chen gradually stopped smiling. Taking advantage of the other's thinking, he quietly glanced at the strong man, who blocked the door faintly: "Brother Song, we are all here, don't give up."
Then he heard the young man say.
“Let’s go.”
Chen Fatzi’s smile suddenly appeared again: “It’s great!”
So under Chen Fatty’s guidance, the two sides passed through the magnificent and decorated In the luxurious hall, turn into a guarded elevator and quietly descend underground——
Hot air waves mixed with alcohol, breath, and blood rushed towards him the moment he stepped out of the elevator.
Underground of the club is a huge underground space.
There are stands on both sides with thronging heads. There is a row of opaque boxes on the top floor, and in the center of the space is a huge arena.
At this moment, on the ring, a burly man with short hair stood proudly. Every time he raised his hands, in the dim lights reflected on the surface of the pair of huge prosthetic limbs, cheers rang out from the stands on both sides.
“Guo Chou!”
"Guo Chou——! Just do it to him and it's over!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"All in! Guo Chou will win! My mortgage depends on it. You're gone!"
The man known as "Guo Zhao", the boxer of the Iron Gate Gang, looked at the young man in the distance, smiled evilly, and wiped his neck.
"It's okay if the degree of prostheticization is less than 5%. You can choose three pieces of equipment." The referee's prosthetic eyes lit up, he scanned the young man and nodded: "I personally suggest that you at least have to Get a weapon, like"
Forty-seven seconds later.
On the ring covered with different shades of dried blood, a young man with a power arm picked up an alloy short knife. After twenty-seven moves, he knocked the man over cleanly, and then When the latter refused to admit defeat and still wanted to fight back, he smashed his right palm with a knife and exploded with parts.
Fifteen minutes later.
The president of the Red Blood Club got up from the bathtub and sent an urgent message to Chen Fatty.
——Tonight, bring Brother Song to my house for a meal.
(End of this chapter)