Chapter 72: Outside the door

This is the first time Yunhua and Wang Tiechuan saw the black boxing. At first, they thought it was just a normal fighting field, which is no different from the usual training base. But you can really see this crowd of people. With each person spitting blood, the roaring enthusiasm roared around for a while. The thirst for violence and blood in their eyes is the most creepy thing.
The last punch of the thump finally brought down a person on the stage. Without the referee announcing the result, many people on the stand threw away their tickets and cursed the players who were carried down.
"That man ..." Wang Tiechuan's gaze followed as the man on the stretcher looked at the blood on his face, swallowed, and some dared not ask.
Song Ye didn't even hesitate for a second, and answered directly, "Dead."
Wang Tiechuan and Yunhua were held at the same time, their expressions were slightly stiff.
"This is the rule of the underground. Until the dead, those people will be compensated at home." That's why there are so many people who know the danger, but they still follow it. Song Ye Qingche walked in front of him, pressed a thousand yuan at the place where he bet, and led them to stand in a good field of vision.
"You seem familiar with this place." Wang Tiechuan asked in confusion.
Song Ye nodded, without concealing it too much, "My skills are here. Chuanzi, if one wants to become stronger, he must face death every day." He will die only if he does not win. Under the circumstances, can we abandon all the emotions and really work hard.
Wang Tiechuan nodded thoughtfully, betting on the stage.
There was a hand-to-hand hand-to-hand fight without any rules. Only when one side fell down could the battle end, and the call on the stone wall followed one after another, and people were full of disregard for life in the madness.
Until walking out of the venue, Yunhua was immersed in the shock for a long time and was unable to extricate himself, but suddenly heard the firm voice of the teenager beside him, "Boss, I want to stay here to fight."
"No." Yunhua almost blurted out and denied the idea. "You will be killed here."
Song Ye, who was walking in front, also stopped. She looked back at Wang Tiechuan. A pair of deep pupils became more and more bottomless in the dim aisle. There was no worry, no negation, just a faint question, "Are you sure? ? "
Wang Tiechuan straightened his back and focused on his head. "Well, if I can, I hope to help the night market open the gap in Shishi."
"Okay." Song Ye didn't hesitate too much, and handed him a cell phone. "I'll send someone over and call if I can't keep it."
"Yes, boss." The young man held the phone tightly, his lowered voice with a hoarse characteristic of the changing voice period, bent towards Song Ye, and bowed deeply, and then the tall back of the young man disappeared into the frenzy again. Shouting.
At that time, he didn't have a penny, and if he wanted to survive, he had to fight with his fists.
But he didn't regret it. Even if there was a cliff ahead, he had to overcome it. In order to follow Song Ye, he was qualified to stand behind her.
Yunhua was apprehensive. Although he knew Song Ye ’s decision would not change easily, I can think that Wang Tiechuan was only sixteen years old, and he could n’t bear it. It's rare, it's too risky to do so. "
It was already dark outside the gate, and the whole city was shrouded in light and color.
On the way to pick up the car, Song Ye was silent until he arrived at the car. After all, he said, "Send more people into the field to watch and bring people back to school."
She did intend to train Wang Tiechuan. Tonight, she also deliberately took him underground and guided him to stay. As she said, in order to grow quickly and be truly independent, you must have experienced the baptism of death. At first, she was thrown on the fist, was injured over and over, fell down over and over, and then stood up again.
At that time, she was isolated and helpless. Only by killing can she survive, but after treating Wang Tiechuan, she still relented.
When returning to the hotel, Song Ye happened to bump into Wang Qianqian's party and they just came back from the outside. The boys behind her kept looking at Song Ye with their eyes. "Oh, beau, where did you go so late? Why not greet everyone. "
"Oh, we can't go where people go." Wang Han hid behind Wang Qianqian as usual, talking yin and yang.
Wang Qianqian rubbed her painful forehead with a bit of alcohol on her face. "Okay, just say a few words, and you will go into the mountains tomorrow, and you will go back to rest early, so don't worry about anything."
Talking, Wang Qianqian nodded toward Song Ye and went straight to his room. The others also shut up and went back to their rooms.
Song Ye didn't think about talking to a group of children. When she returned to the room, she turned on the computer to investigate the information. After about an hour, she heard someone talking in the corridor outside.
This layer was all wrapped up by Wang Qianqian today. The people who lived well except them were friends brought by Wang Qianqian, so the people who are talking now ...
She went to the door and pressed her hand up, and immediately saw a man and a woman standing outside her door. The man was Wang Qianqian's friend, but the girl was Wang Han.
The two were brazenly hugged in the hallway-in a ball, not to have a thunderstorm, the boy directly stretched his hands-into Wang Han's clothes, the latter had a crimson look and a blurred look, and A good girl at school on weekdays is judged as two.
Song Ye watched expressionlessly, and couldn't figure out what the two guys did when they put the big bed in the room and did not roll, and went outside to kiss themselves.
It lasted for more than ten minutes, and the two people were idiotic-idiot-tangled-tangled apart.
The boy's eyes did not look at the person in his arms, but stared at the door in front of him, with a smile on his face, "Baby, isn't it great to do it here?"
Song Ye understands his lips, so he can see his words clearly. When thinking of this man's reliance-wanting to be close to Wang Han-hot, Song Ye frowned.
"You're necrotic, let you come to get Song Ye, you're better, give me a kiss." Wang Han leaned on the boy's arms, and also set his sight on the front door.
The boy kept his mouth shut and didn't stop Wang Han's neck, and his hands kept moving. "You haven't listened to Qian Qian's saying that you shouldn't let us touch that girl, after all, it's President Wang."
"Hum, fake, my cousin will teach people with a shelf all day, annoying and annoying. Even we have to be called by her, if only I could pinch her pigtails."
Wang Han's complaint brightened the boy's eyes. "Baby, there is no handle, what can be created. Entering the mountain tomorrow, so many people will be afraid she will not run."
"You mean to be on the hill ..."