Soon, someone came over and pushed Wei Qian aside. The person seemed to be a medical worker. He pressed Scar's carotid artery and flipped his eyelids. A few minutes later, he stood up and announced indifferently, "Take him away. He's dead. This loser died suddenly from taking too many stimulants. He didn't have the ability to fight, but he tried to imitate others on stage. He deserved it."

This sentence caused a lot of indignation among the crowd. Those who had just lost money jumped out and cursed the dealer for his behind-the-scenes manipulation. The next life-and-death fight was still going on on the stage, and it had developed into a group fight under the stage. The climax was already there just after the start.

Wei Qian dodged several punches that almost injured him as a passerby, and walked out silently. In the wet and sticky night wind, he quickly crossed the road and walked to a small supermarket selling cigarettes, alcohol, tea and candy. He bought a pack of cigarettes, opened it anxiously, took out a cigarette, lit it and put it in his mouth.

An old man who was about to enter the supermarket looked at him twice. From his appearance, he thought that he was not smoking but taking drugs. He was so scared that he didn't dare to go in and took a detour.

From beginning to end, Wei Qian had a blank expression on his face, except for his hands, which were covered in cold sweat and were shaking the whole time.

When he returned, Wei Zhiyuan had already fallen asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan hadn't smelled that thick, choking smell of cigarettes for a long time. He opened his eyes in a half-awake state and asked in a daze, "Did you smoke?"

Wei Qian responded softly: "Well, not next time. I'll go take a shower and you go to sleep."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything and had no objection to him smoking. He was even fascinated by the smell.

The room Zhao Laojiu opened for them was a standard room with good conditions, sufficient air conditioning, and a clean environment. Most importantly, there were two beds. At home, they couldn't squeeze together. Here, Wei Qian didn't intend to wrong himself, so after a quick wash, he lay down on the other bed.

Wei Zhiyuan was completely awake at this time. He was very uncomfortable to find that his elder brother had no intention of sleeping with him. After waiting for a while, Wei Zhiyuan estimated that his elder brother had fallen asleep, so he put on his slippers and quietly climbed onto Wei Qian's bed.

Unexpectedly, Wei Qian was not asleep either. He opened his eyes as soon as the kid moved.

Wei Qian was feeling annoyed, and slapped Wei Zhiyuan on the back in annoyance: "Why are you here to cause trouble again?"

Wei Zhiyuan said nothing and got into his quilt with ease.

Wei Qian: "Are you sick? There are two beds but you have to squeeze into mine."

Wei Zhiyuan whispered, "I want to sleep with my brother."

Wei Qian looked down at him expressionlessly.

Wei Zhiyuan shrank down, avoiding his gaze, put his arm around Wei Qian's arm, and silently acted like a spoiled brat.

Wei Qian was both amused and confused. This little thing was already eleven or twelve years old, but was still so clingy. It stuck to him all the way from home to the south. Even when he was away from home, it still stuck to his bed... It was really frustrating.

Wei Qian did not drive him away anymore, and thought about other things irrelevantly.

The one thousand yuan that Zhao Laojiu gave him was still in the chest pocket of his shirt, making him feel like it was a thorn in his throat. Even lying on his back, his chest still hurt. Wei Qian was considering the feasibility of just running away quietly with the one thousand yuan and never coming back to this place of trouble.

But the words that Zhao Laojiu had said to him inevitably echoed in Wei Qian's mind, and Wei Qian was depressed to find that Zhao Laojiu had seen through him.

Fighting underground boxing for a few thousand dollars sounds like something only a person with a problem in his brain would do.

Intellectually, Wei Qian certainly agreed with this view, but the dozens of RMB kept lingering in his mind and could not be shaken off.

He couldn't drive away the mad desire.

Wei Qian suddenly understood what those psychopaths who were mentally or physically abused by their husbands or wives were thinking. They were so stubborn and their love was so irresistible!

Wei Qian thought self-deprecatingly, he dared not say anything else, but his feelings for the RMB were definitely not inferior to any other kind of love in the world, whether twisted or obsessive.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is obsessed with his dreams and possessed by ghosts.

So a fierce struggle began in his mind between money and life, even more intense than when he was holding a knife and thinking about whether to kill his mother.

Just then, Wei Zhiyuan spoke.

Wei Zhiyuan said: "Brother, I want to tell you something."

Wei Qian responded casually, "Hmm?"

"There is a Sichuan restaurant downstairs from our building. I told the boss that I would work for them and serve dishes. The boss promised to pay me five dollars a day."

Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses: "What did you say?"

Wei Zhiyuan continued, "At first they thought I was too young and were afraid someone would come to investigate, so I said I could pretend to be their son and come over to help out during the summer vacation. Brother, I saw their job ad and asked around. If they want an adult to do the job, they'll have to pay at least ten yuan a day. If the boss isn't stupid, he'll definitely hire me."

Wei Qian didn't say anything for a long time. Wei Zhiyuan was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he quickly added: "I won't make trouble for you. I will go out at 10 o'clock in the morning and come back in the evening."

Wei Qian turned sideways and put his arm around Wei Zhiyuan's shoulders: "Is your brother crazy because he's broke? Is he short of five dollars from you?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "I can also make money. I am not a burden."

Wei Zhiyuan said the word "burden" so softly that it was almost swallowed into his throat. However, Wei Qian was too close and still heard it.

Wei Qian suddenly felt something in his heart. He understood the meaning behind his words and felt a little uncomfortable. After a long while, he asked hesitantly, "Xiao Yuan, is Big Brother treating you badly?"

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned and quickly shook his head.

Wei Qian raised his hand, touched his head, and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible: "You are not a burden, and neither is Xiaobao. You are still young, and it is my duty to raise you."

Wei Zhiyuan raised his eyes and looked at him. Wei Qian pushed his head down roughly and said, "When you two grow up, just remember to take care of me in my old age and see me to the end of my life... Okay, go to sleep."

After he said this, miraculously, his mind became clear and he no longer considered the question of money or life. Wei Qian decided to contact Zhao Laojiu tomorrow. He planned to rest for a week before going on stage again.

What if he really died?

He thought, if I die, then forget it.

Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. He came here from thousands of miles away to fight underground boxing. In the final analysis, it was not for others, but always for himself. If he wanted to have a future, he had to fight. There was nothing to say and nothing to complain about. It was fair.

If Wei Zhiyuan knew that it was his words that pushed his brother into the boxing ring, he would rather be a mute.

The first week was very peaceful. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know what his elder brother was busy with. Every morning, he would send him to a small restaurant as if he were sending him to school, and pick him up on time in the evening. Someone would deliver meals to them on time, sometimes even foreign food that he had never eaten before. Wei Zhiyuan had the illusion that they were here for a trip.

However, a week passed quickly, and that day, Wei Qian was late for the first time.

It was getting dark and there were fewer customers in the restaurant. Wei Zhiyuan didn't have to run back and forth to serve the dishes. He sat on a small stool given to him by the boss, staring at the door almost eagerly. After staring for a while, he looked up at the watch. He waited until it was completely dark. Then a man lifted the door curtain and came in. He first nodded politely to the restaurant owner, and then waved to Wei Zhiyuan.

As soon as the proprietress stuffed five dollars into Wei Zhiyuan's pocket, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't wait to pounce on Wei Qian like a cannonball. Every time he pounced like this, the eldest brother would catch him with one hand, then hold him with his arms and swing him off the ground with his feet. But this time, Wei Zhiyuan keenly felt that the eldest brother had dodged.

The moment he pounced forward, Wei Qian bent down awkwardly and caught Wei Zhiyuan with just his arms, stopping him from rushing forward. Then he turned half his body, facing sideways to him, and then pulled him towards the hotel.

The smile on Wei Zhiyuan's face suddenly faded, and he frowned and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Qian: “Nothing.”

Wei Zhiyuan leaned closer to him, wrinkled his nose, and smelled a bloody smell on him: "Then why do you smell of blood?"

Wei Qian lied without blinking, "I met a butcher on the road, and he splashed me with blood. I had a hard time wiping it clean."

Wei Zhiyuan felt that his IQ had been insulted insincerely.

Wei Qian calmly led him to a McDonald's. This kind of junk food, which no one wanted to eat later, was quite a luxury when it first came to China. Its decoration and packaging were brightly colored, and it smelled better than it tasted, so it had a huge appeal to children.

When the store was about to close, Wei Qian went in and bought a children's meal and an ice cream for Wei Zhiyuan.

"I'm warning you," Wei Qian said, "Eat it, but don't tell your sister when you get home. She's so annoyed. Do you hear me?"

Wei Zhiyuan was instinctively attracted to the food, but he was also worried. He was torn between the two. He nodded with a bitter and resentful expression and raised the ice cream to Wei Qian's mouth: "Try it."

Wei Qian stepped back, a painful expression flashed across his face, and waved his hand to refuse: "I'm full, no appetite."

Then, as if to make himself more credible, he said with disdain, "These are for children."

Wei Zhiyuan withdrew his hand with some regret, licked the extremely expensive ice cream in his hand cherishingly, and at the same time secretly observed his brother.

In the dim light of the street lamp, Wei Zhiyuan found that Wei Qian's face was extremely pale. The sweat on his forehead soaked a few strands of his hair, sticking to his forehead and temples, making him look almost haggard.

Wei Qian's brows were slightly furrowed and he kept that expression.

Wei Qian is a person who can be friendly with people he is not familiar with. Even though he is naturally introverted, the days of making a living have made him a smooth person. Only when facing his family will he reveal his bad temper.

Wei Zhiyuan knew that his eldest brother hated other people making noise, especially his grandmother's nagging. At home, he had to maintain his parental dignity, so he didn't like to appear lively. He rarely smiled and rarely praised anyone. Over time, Wei Zhiyuan could only judge his mood by his behavior and subtle expressions.

According to his experience, when his brother had a blank expression on his face but a relaxed body posture, he was most likely in a very happy mood.

If someone has a bad face expression but is willing to swear, then he is unhappy, but the degree of his unhappiness is very mild and the kind that will be forgotten in a blink of an eye.

If his face glooms and his eyes become sharp, but he says nothing, it means he is very angry.

He would not frown all the time. Only when he was feeling unwell would he unconsciously frown slightly for a long time. His expression looked very serious, but he was actually enduring the pain.

Wei Zhiyuan finished his food silently, and was obediently sent to sleep by Wei Qian. He kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. Wei Zhiyuan was very familiar with this trick. When he was first taken in by his elder brother, he was always worried that he would be thrown out at night, so he didn't dare to sleep soundly. Sometimes he was too nervous to sleep, so he would pretend to sleep.

Sure enough, after a while, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian getting up rustling. He felt that his elder brother's movements were a little sluggish, and his arms that were supporting himself on the bed were shaking slightly.

Wei Zhiyuan secretly opened his eyes a little, Wei Qian seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around, Wei Zhiyuan quickly closed his eyes.

Fortunately, Wei Qian didn't notice it. He quickly stood up, took out the medicine from the drawer of the bedside table, and walked into the bathroom.

Wei Qian had just taken off his shirt and had not had time to apply medicine when he held onto the toilet bowl and vomited. However, there was nothing in his stomach and he just vomited acid. His opponent punched him in the stomach so hard that when Wei Zhiyuan asked him to eat ice cream, he couldn't help but feel nauseous.

It took a while for the nausea to subside. Wei Qian could hardly stand up straight. He lowered his head and looked carefully. After confirming that there was no blood in the toilet, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is young, so it is not serious.

Wei Qian leaned against the wall to rest for a while, then rinsed his mouth with water and began to treat the wounds on his body.

His naked upper body was covered with terrible bruises, and on his hip where his pants were tucked in, there was a large, spider-web-like purple bruise. Wei Qian gritted his teeth, unfastened his belt, pulled his pants open a little, and first applied ointment and pressed it hard on the bruise. He wanted to push the bruise away and loosen up the joint.

Anyone who has suffered this kind of skin injury knows that there is a large bruise on the joint, which is already too painful to bend. If you allow yourself to remain motionless for a long time, it may become too painful to bend. You have to endure the pain and move it around before it "rusts".

The underground boxing ring was more dangerous than he had imagined. It was only the first match, at the lowest level, and Wei Qian had already won with great difficulty. But he had already taken this step, and he still had the 3,000 yuan reward and bonus sent by Mr. Hu in his pocket. He could not quit unless he could finish the three matches that Zhao Laojiu had mentioned.

But no matter how difficult it is, a fight at his level, although he will inevitably be covered in bruises, he will not die. Besides, Zhao Laojiu only said there will be three games, and he doesn't necessarily have to win. If it really doesn't work, he can just admit defeat - the premise is that Hu Siye and Zhao Laojiu are willing to let him upgrade step by step and fight these three games seriously.

The person who died at his feet that day could not be shaken off Wei Qian's mind. In a black boxing arena like this, almost everyone takes stimulants. It is an unspoken rule. The boxing arena also provides stimulants for sale, but anyone with a little common sense knows that this thing has to be done in moderation. The damage caused to the human body by excessive consumption is irreversible, and it is even possible to die in person.

The scarred man is obviously a veteran, there is no way he doesn't understand these things, and his opponent has a body full of useless muscles, and his explosive power and endurance are not necessarily enough. He is definitely not strong enough to allow the scarred man to drink this stuff desperately.

Either something was forcing him, or... the stimulants he took were not common on the market.

The pain stimulated Wei Qian's brain. He rubbed the bruises on his body fiercely, but his mind was working fast. At this point, he suddenly had a terrible idea. What if Fourth Master Hu was looking for some rootless thugs like himself, not just to warm up the scene, but to... test drugs?

Wei Qian was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Wei Zhiyuan ran down the bed barefoot at the bathroom door, and was carefully looking through the crack in the door. Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were red, like an angry little beast, he gritted his teeth and endured it desperately, a muscle was beating endlessly near his temple, and he felt as if he had bitten his teeth to pieces.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qian put down the ointment box, supported his hands on the sink, made a soft "hiss" sound, then took a handful of cold water and washed away the cold sweat on his face.

Wei Zhiyuan finally came back to his senses from his stupor, quietly left and lay back on the bed.

He had not been lying there for long when Wei Qian came out covered in cold water vapor and the smell of medicine. However, he seemed to remember that the boy had a keen nose. After hesitating for a moment, Wei Qian bent down and pulled the quilt for Wei Zhiyuan, then turned and walked to the other bed.

Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't help it and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother."

Wei Qian was startled by his sudden voice.

Then I heard the kid suddenly say in a crying voice: "If you don't have money, just sell me."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't think so in his heart, and he didn't know why these words came out of his mouth.

Maybe... it's because he really has nothing.