After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Jiang Fuyue turned off the light and closed the door.

Of course, the fingerprints were also discreetly wiped off.

While walking quickly out of Sanliu Street, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Liu Jinzhong——

"Liu Sisi's parents died at home. You should send someone over to watch the scene secretly, at least until dawn tomorrow, and don't disturb anyone during this period."

Liu Jinzhong: "Yes."

"I want to know the exact location of Liu Sisi within five minutes."

...

In the western suburbs, a factory that should have been abandoned is now bustling with activity.

The boxing ring is built on a spacious flat ground, with strong ropes all around.

There were already two players on the field, cheering one after another with the clanging sound of beer bottles colliding.

However, this is just an "appetizer", only for warm-up purposes, the real excitement is yet to come.

During this period, customers continued to enter the warehouse. They were all guests who were invited to participate in the "gambling boxing" today, and all of them were worth a lot of money.

"Please show the invitation letter." The five and three thick bodyguards stopped the too thin "man" in front of him.

A peaked cap, jeans, a loose jumper, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, he looks like a street gangster.

And this type of gangster is the main consumer of this underground black boxing. Many people who have entered before are also dressed like this, so they are not eye-catching.

Jiang Fuyue pulled out her hand in her trouser pocket and handed over a wooden sign, which was an "invitation letter".

Every month, the boxing stadium will organize a large-scale "gambling boxing", and only old customers are eligible to get admission tickets.

If there is no wooden sign, rushing to come will only be treated as a spy.

"Please come in—" After the bodyguard read it, he raised his hand to let go.

Jiang Fuyue was smoking a cigarette and paced to the boxing ring without rushing to the front. Instead, she raised her eyes to watch the fight across the crowd.

Both boxers were foreigners, heavyweights, naked to the top and full of quivering fat on their stomachs.

Both of their hands were only bandaged and not protected by gloves.

This is also a distinctive feature of the underground black fist.

"Need a drink?"

Jiang Fuyue took a bottle of beer from the tray and put down a hundred yuan as a tip.

The waiter's eyes lit up and asked again, "Do you need to place a bet?"

"Isn't it not yet at the betting field?"

"The rules have been changed. This time, you can bet from the beginning to the end. The further you go, the larger the starting amount, and fewer people can bet."

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "How much is this one bet?"

The waiter was kind and fluent: "Two thousand."

"Buy five bets, the blue side wins."

"Okay!" The waiter quickly took out the betting machine and took the bank card handed over by Jiang Fuyue. Soon, the bet was successful.

Waiter: "Good luck, I also think the blue side will win."

With that said, grab the wine tray and leave, looking for the next potential bettor.

Facts have proved that Jiang Fuyue's luck is indeed good. Within five minutes, the red side was caught by the blue side with an uppercut.

Cheers and applause sounded at the same time, and the Lanfang Boxer made a victory gesture with a bruised face.

Three minutes later, the second game started.

Jiang Fuyue still stood there, watching quietly.

In the five bets just now, she made a total of 10,000, and according to the 1:1 odds, she made a net profit of 10,000.

Ding--

The text message came in, it was a bank notification, reminding the account to be 20,000 yuan.

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.

The waiter had been paying attention to the situation here before. After all, a customer who tipped a hundred dollars and placed five bets without blinking was most likely a fat sheep.

Seeing that the other party received the account reminder, the waiter couldn't bear it any longer, and stepped forward again——

"Congratulations to the guest, you won the bet!"

Jiang Fuyue sneered lightly, with a cigarette in her hand, the brim of her hat covering her face, there was a hidden pride and nobility—

"What kind of win is this money? It's just for fun."

The waiter took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the excitement in his eyes. This might not be a "fat sheep", but a "fat cow"!

"Is the guest paying this back?"

Jiang Fuyue responded indifferently: "Then let's play."

Waiter: "For every three thousand bets, how much do you bet?"

Jiang Fuyue: "Twenty."

hiss……

Sure enough, it is not an ordinary player, from 10,000 to 60,000, without any hesitation.

The waiter was secretly delighted. It seems that he has caught a big fish tonight!

"Which side to buy?"

"It's still blue."

This time the waiter did not leave, but stayed by the side, waiting for the result with Jiang Fuyue.

During this period, he tried to strike up a conversation, but unfortunately Jiang Fuyue only looked at the boxing and didn't even give him a straight eye.

Not only was the waiter not annoyed, but the smile on his face was even bigger, and the excitement in his eyes became more and more uncontrollable.

That's right, that's the temper!

Local tyrant players are basically so defiant!

If Jiang Fuyue had a gentle attitude towards him, he would have to wonder if this person was pretending.

No one is stupid to work in such a place and make money easily.

Soon, the results came out and the blue side won.

According to this 1:2 odds, Jiang Fuyue earned 180,000 even with profit.

The waiter takes a 5% rake and gets 9,000, which is easier and easier than giving him a tip.

"Sir, are you still going?"

Jiang Fuyue lost two more hands, the amount was between 200,000 and 300,000, and he would buy Blue Fang and win.

waiter:"?"

"Blue wants me, what, is there a problem?"

"No..." It was the uncle who gave the money, you have the final say.

In the end, the blue side really won.

"You are so amazing! Do you still buy this one in blue?"

"No."

"Okay, that red square, how much?"

Jiang Fuyue said lightly: "I mean, stop playing."

"Ah?" The waiter was dumbfounded. "Your luck is hot, why, why don't you play?"

There was vigilance in his eyes, could it be that he wanted to run away after winning money?

This is not the style of local tyrant players.

Most of the fake local tyrants will do this, but unfortunately, they can't get out of this warehouse completely in the end.

Jiang Fuyue waved her hand: "It's boring."

"what?"

"Small rounds of hundreds of thousands are like that."

The waiter's face was slightly startled. Does this mean that the gambling is too small?

Jiang Fuyue put 1,000 yuan in cash on his tray, "Well served, I will reward you."

After speaking, move on.

"Please stay-"

Jiang Fuyue paused for a moment, unable to see her specific expression under the brim of her hat, but her voice was so light that it made one's heart cool: "Is there anything else?"

"Actually, it's not impossible if you want to play big." The waiter gritted his teeth.

"Oh? What's the gameplay?"

"We can personally designate players to play here. If you win, you will make a steady profit, and you will make more money. Of course, if you lose, players who have to lose all the bets in the game may also lose money."

Jiang Fuyue: "You mean I'm here to sit in the village?"

"You can understand that."

"Then what else do you want to do in your boxing stadium?"

The waiter smiled slightly: "In this way, the boxing ring will only act as a broker, taking 3% of the fee as a reward. Do you want to play?"

Jiang Fuyue held the cigarette and rubbed her chin lightly.

The waiter found that this gentleman's hands were extraordinarily slender, with well-proportioned joints, and he was quite handsome.

For a moment—

"Sounds good, let's try it."

Nonchalant, half-smile.

The waiter bowed ninety degrees and raised his hand to beg, his inner excitement was almost uncontrollable: "You come with me—"

Jiang Fuyue, led by the other party, walked through the back of the boxing ring and entered another attached small warehouse.

On both sides of the corridor, an iron cage was placed every two steps, in which boxers were selected like cattle.

Waiter: "You don't have to watch these. Originally, it was sent to the outside stage to play."

Jiang Fuyue remained silent.

At the end of the corridor is a double-opening wooden door. After pushing it open, a coquettish woman stepped forward: "Azhi? If you don't sell wine well, what are you doing here?"

Azhi is the waiter.

"Sister Wei, let me introduce you to a distinguished guest!"

The woman's brows tightened, and her eyes fell on Jiang Fuyue.

Jiang Fuyue put one hand in her pocket and played with the cigarette with the other, still unable to see her face under the peaked cap.

Five seconds later, the woman withdrew her gaze and greeted Azhi, "Come with me!"

Azhi stepped forward, and the woman brought him in, probably to understand the specific situation.

Jiang Fuyue waited on the spot.

Half a minute later, I lifted my wrist to look at my watch for the first time.

After another half a minute, he raised his wrist for the second time, then turned around and left without lingering.

As if running out of patience.

Inside, Sister Wei could see the person's every move clearly through the surveillance video.

Azhi is anxious: "Look, I didn't lie to you, right? This is a master! They are not just trying to get us, they are just looking for excitement, and they have a good time. If you don't go out, people will really leave!"

Only then did Sister Wei catch up, and said lightly, "The distinguished guest stay."

Jiang Fuyue kept her feet on her feet, and her back was proud.

The woman panicked, stepped on high heels to catch up, blocked in front of her, and bowed in embarrassment: "I apologize to you for the neglect just now."

Jiang Fuyue just looked at her and sneered coldly: "What is it?"

Grandpa is full of style.

The woman gritted her teeth and leaned down even more, revealing a fair neck, "I'm really sorry."

Jiang Fuyue just took a hundred yuan and stuffed it into her neckline: "You have a good figure, I will reward you."

Shame and anger flashed in the woman's eyes, but at the same time, all doubts were dispelled.

This temper, this style, is indeed a master who can't be offended.

Who can pretend?

Azhi also followed, and repeatedly accused of sin, "You have a lot of adults, don't care about us little people."

Jiang Fuyue listened to the good words for two minutes before being "reluctantly" greeted by the two of them.

Compared to the clutter of the corridor, the space behind the door is clean and tidy. Although there are still iron cages, the people inside have fierce eyes and strong fighting spirit.

There was no obvious blood on their bodies, their clothes were clean, and their treatment was more than a star and a half better than those outside.

Sister Wei: "Here are our best boxers. All of them have won the MVP. The information is here, you can take a look."

Jiang Fuyue raised her hand to take it, and began to compare the document number and the iron cage number, looking at it as if she were looking at the goods.

The people in the iron cage seem to have long been used to such eyes, and they are not surprised to see Jiang Fuyue's behavior.

Instead, there was a deep desire in his eyes.

Craving for what?

Of course it was selected.

If there is a guest sitting in the village, and the selected boxer wins, he can also take a rake, 5%, even higher than the rake of the boxing ring!

Suddenly, Jiang Fuyue paused, stopped on one of the pages, and tapped her index finger: "Woman?"

Sister Wei: "This is our new boxer, Sarah, who has set a record for the most challenges won in a week, you can take a look..."

The record started six days ago, with every win and no loss.

Jiang Fuyue had a hunch that this was Liu Sisi!

"Inspection."

Sister Wei winked, and one of her men left, walking deeper into the passage.

"I'm sorry, this boxer has a bad temper and is prone to runaways. He needs special custody, so he didn't put it outside."

"You have discerning eyes and pearls, and you can pick the best one from us."

Jiang Fuyue sneered and said in a surly tone: "If you are in a hurry to sell something, customers will doubt its quality."

Sister Wei could only shut up.

The fear of this person increased in my heart.

Where the hell did he come from? The momentum and style are so full?

Soon, he was holding an iron chain and led the person to him.

Jiang Fuyue's pupils shrank slightly, only to see Liu Sisi with her head lowered, covered in blood, dying.

She gritted her teeth, and the next second, she couldn't help sneering: "This is the best boxer in your mouth?!"

Sister Wei was stunned, and in the next second, a hand as cold as iron pincers grabbed her throat.

Jiang Fuyue gritted her teeth: "Fuck me?"

"Cough...no...you listen to me explain..."

She turned a deaf ear, her hands tightened.

Sister Wei began to roll her eyes, and her subordinates and Azhi did not dare to step forward.

"Really...cough...you believe me...she looks weak now...wait...wait...cough...cough...really..."

Jiang Fuyue wished she could just break the neck in her hand and return it for Liu Sisi, but before the time came, she forced her reason to return.

In the end, he let go and threw the man to the ground.

Sister Wei took a deep breath of fresh air and looked terrified.

On the other hand, Jiang Fuyue has sat down calmly, with the cigarette still in her hand, playing with it...

Two shifts together, four thousand words, be diligent, ask for a monthly ticket~

Sister Yue in this chapter, the aggression overflows the screen, is there any?

No. 1 in acting, No. 1 in choking, hee hee~