Chapter 1802: Black boxing field

Chapter 1802 Black Boxing Field
Ye Hao returned to the hotel. Nightingale was sitting on the bed to practice. During this time, she would spend any time available to practice. Ye Hao could feel the urgency in her heart. Ye Hao had nothing to do.
"Get ready, we are going out." Ye Hao said.
Nightingale opened her eyes and looked at Ye Hao: "Find a clue?"
"It hasn't been determined yet, but it is roughly determined that there may be five bases that Guipai cooperates with the Shogunate. Let's check it in the past and maybe we will gain something." Ye Hao said.
"it is good."
The two of them set off after preparing.
The first place is a local slum with underworld entrenched. There are casinos and underground black market transactions. It is a place that even the local police do not want to control.
Even the taxi didn't want to go to that place. In the end, Ye Hao offered to give three times the cost of the car and stay one kilometer away from the destination. The driver master agreed.
The place was far away from the city, and it would take three hours to drive. By the time they got there, it was already dusk.
After the driver sent them off the car, he drove away without looking back, as if staying here for a while longer might cause unnecessary trouble.
Ye Hao and Nightingale walked along the trail. There was no sign here, and the road disappeared here.
But Nightingale was very familiar with Ye Hao and walked forward, as if he knew this place.
After walking for a kilometer or two, they saw a place that looked like a small village in the distance. The lights were on and shouts could be heard from far away.
"Have you been here?" Ye Hao looked at Nightingale curiously.
"When I was in the killer world, I often had to walk between the black markets everywhere. Over time, I figured out some routines. On the way we were just now, although there was no road, there was a huge amount of around the road. .
This shows that there is a large population of people living here, and how can ordinary people come to this place where birds do not shit.
In addition, among the things posted on the telephone poles, there are their secret codes. I once told me that an island killer friend told me, I remember. "Nightingale replied.
It turned out to be because of previous experience as a killer.
Walking into the village, they found that the village was surrounded by barbed wire, with only one entry and exit.
At the door, there were still a few dressed up guarding them.
"Hey, who are you two?" A warrior in wooden boots walked over with drunkenness, as if he hadn't seen Ye Hao, and pointed straight at Nightingale.
Looking at Nightingale's body with his eyes squinted, his hand moved toward Nightingale's body.
On the side of Nightingale's body, her knees hit the samurai's abdomen mercilessly, and a dagger was placed on the samurai's neck in the next moment.
"We are going in." Nightingale said coldly.
The warriors at the gate were shocked, because they didn't see Nightingale's movements clearly, and they didn't even see where the dagger in Nightingale's hand had escaped from?
"Ninja? Killer?" These two words came out of the minds of these warriors, and they immediately gave way to Ye Hao and Nightingale, without daring to question them.
The hapless samurai fell to the ground and vomited.
Ye Hao followed Nightingale, and he asked interestedly: "When you used to mix, were you so direct? Aren't you afraid of people here finding fault?"
"In the dark world, what you pay attention to is strength. Strength is your ticket. If you break into this world without strength, you will become a lamb to be slaughtered.
And the leaders of these places also understand this truth well, so as long as we abide by the rules, they dare not offend us. "Nightingale said lightly.
Ye Hao looked around, not to mention that although this village is small, it has everything.
Vendors holding white small bags at the entrance of the street, as well as women in revealing clothes, directly solicit customers.
Ye Hao stopped at a small alley with no street lights. He could see several couples of men and women doing business there, and even a few people were still commenting on their women.
In addition, there are some drunks who are like dead bodies, or drug addicts.
When walking through a small shed, a man with a bruised nose and swollen face was lifted out, and then, regardless of the eyes of others, he threw it directly into the trash can on the corner of the street.
After the few people had thrown people away, they murmured, "Dare to be a thousand people in our place, it is really early to die", "I don't want to live anymore, and don't ask who we are."
After speaking, he went straight back to the small shed.
Ye Hao glanced at the small shed. He could see that there were gambling tables inside. Many people were gambling in it, ranging from a few hundred yuan to tens of thousands of yuan.
As for the guy who was thrown into the trash can, his ribs were broken, his internal organs were broken, his arm was broken, and he had a slight concussion. If he was treated in time, he might be saved.
But looking at the people around them that are irrelevant and the expressions of blindness, it is obvious that there will be an extra corpse here tomorrow.
Nightingale pulled over a whistling yellow hair looking around.
"Miss, what's the matter?" Huang Mao immediately frowned upon seeing Nightingale, but his face became pale the next moment.
Because in front of him is a stack of money and a dagger on his neck.
"I ask you, is there anything special happening here? Or something special and interesting." Nightingale asked in a cold tone.
"Inquire about things. Miss, you said earlier, don't scare people with the knife." Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief and immediately put away the money.
But Nightingale's dagger was not retracted, and it was pressed against Huang Mao's neck: "Don't think of lying to me, otherwise you and this fly will be a price."
fly?
Huang Mao was taken aback. When he looked closely, he found that at the top of the dagger, a fly was being held there. The wings were still flapping, but the blade had pierced the fly's head.
Huang Mao swallowed, and hurriedly took out the money he had just collected, and said with a flattering smile: "Eldest sister, this is your money. If you have any questions, I promise to tell the truth."
"You take the money, just answer my questions with confidence." Nightingale said coldly.
A few minutes later, Ye Hao and Nightingale came to the center of the village. The layout here is a bit similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum, surrounded by layers of iron shelves for the audience to watch.
In the middle is a large iron cage of almost two hundred square meters.
This place is something Huang Mao told Ye Hao and Nightingale about something special just now.
"Just now the yellow hair said that the boxing here was very lively during this time. There were a group of people who were fighting fiercely, and they all wore masks. Someone once saw the appearance of these people, red eyes, mouth full of fangs, black. The hair is dense, like a demon."
Nightingale said.
"Let's observe and see here." Ye Hao took Nightingale and sat in the spectator stand. You can't come in casually here. An admission ticket costs one thousand dollars.