Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0487 The Person Being Beaten to Death
"Dad, do you see the boxer wearing red pants over there? That's the boxer I like. His name is Tieluo. He's a wild fighter and has learned a lot of different things, including both Eastern and Western fighting techniques. He's a practical fighter."
Following Nan Ruoyin's pointing, Nan Yi looked towards Tie Laluo. The man was sitting next to the boxing ring. Someone was helping him relax his muscles. It seemed that he would be going on stage soon.
Nan Yi looked Tie Laluo up and down. Tie Laluo had good muscle tones and was lean all over. His eight abdominal muscles were clearly exposed, which was very beautiful.
It’s a pity that he doesn’t have a tiger’s back or a dog’s waist.
His physique is great for picking up girls, but it is a disadvantage for him to make a living in fighting and his achievements are limited.
"You like his muscles?"
"Yeah, Dad, don't you think his muscles are beautiful?"
"It's fine. Do you want to ask him if he sells it and buy some to fry for you?"
"Dad, please stop making noises, or you'll get into trouble."
"Oh, you're speaking Taiwanese to your father. You're a half-bucket of shit. You learned a few words in Chinatown and you're showing them off in front of me. You're also cursing your father for a short life. Oh, spoiling a pig is like raising the stove, spoiling a daughter is unfilial. I might as well just die ."
"Okay, Dad, please write your will first."
"Write a will. I asked you to write a will."
Nan Yi grabbed Nan Ruoyin's head and pressed it down, making the little girl giggle.
"Okay, Dad, I don't dare anymore. Let's watch the game." Nan Ruoyin broke free from Nan Yi's hand and patted his belly like coaxing a child. "Dad, the ticket seller will be here later. We have to buy two tickets, otherwise we will be kicked out."
“Do I have to buy a boxing ticket to watch the game?”
"Of course, there's no admission fee here. If everyone comes but doesn't buy a ticket, how can the dealer make money?"
"Is twenty enough for one person?"
"Not enough, buy at least fifty. The next one should be the iron basket. Dad, let's buy him a hundred."
"As you say."
Nan Yi and the other man turned their eyes back to the boxing ring. At this time, the two boxers were about to decide the winner, and the boxer who had just had his teeth knocked out was already on the verge of collapse.
The other boxer grabbed the back of his neck with his right hand and hit him hard on the right temple with his left elbow, knocking him out directly.
One boxer walked down the ring on his own, the other was dragged down by someone else.
No one cleaned the blood on the boxing ring, and there was no host to come on stage to say a few words. Two new boxers went straight on stage.
They didn't look like novices. As soon as the boxer came on stage, the gamblers below started shouting, "Iron basket, iron basket, beat him to death, beat him to death."
“P12, P12, kill him, kill him for me.”
"What does P12 mean?" Nan Yi turned his head and looked at Nan Ruoyin who was handing a Hong Kong dollar to the bet collector and asked.
"The strategic missiles of the Soviet revisionists. Their punches are very powerful. The opponent will fall down after being hit by one." Nan Ruoyin said, handing a boxing ticket to Nan Yi. "The handicap of Tieluo is very good. It is 1 to 1.1 at the beginning, and the handicap will be changed later."
"That's amazing! You even know how to change the odds."
"It's very simple. The dealer will definitely change the odds to protect its own interests. Anyway, the dealer has to make money no matter what. Dad, I've calculated that the dealer here guarantees himself a 20% profit in every game, which is a lot of money."
"Are you jealous?"
"No." Nan Ruoyin waved her hand and said, "Dad, I know this business is not easy to do. I have to take care of all the relationships, and I won't get much."
"It's good to know. Side business makes money quickly, but it's too hot to handle. Don't think about this kind of money. You need to be passionate about making money, but don't let yourself shed tears."
"I know that money is just a tool to protect myself and realize my ideals. I don't make money for the sake of making money, but for the sake of my ideals. Without money, there is no ideal."
"Yeah, watch the game."
On the boxing ring, Tieluoluo and P12 collided fists, and then both sides got ready for fighting.
P12's left fist was facing upwards, the fist was turned inwards, the angle between elbow and arm was 90 degrees, and his left foot quickly moved forward a small step. He threw a left hook with the force of his waist rotation towards the right chin of Tieluo.
Tieluo stepped back with both feet and turned his head to the left, barely avoiding P12's fist. Then, following the inertia of rotation, he quickly pressed down with his right hand, grabbed P12's wrist and pulled it forward quickly, trying to make P12 lose balance.
Although P12's wrist was grabbed, he was not panicked at all. Following the direction of the iron basket's force, he quickly stepped forward with his feet and pushed his arms forward. This caused the iron basket to lose its balance and he became dazed for a moment.
Tieluoluo looked to have well-defined muscles all over his body, but his core was not strong and his lower body was not stable enough. This moment of distraction gave P12 an opportunity. He broke free from Tieluoluo's hand with his left hand, pressed it on Tieluoluo's chest and pushed forward, while using his right leg as a tripping device to hook Tieluoluo's left leg.
With his legs hooked and his hands pushed forward, Tie Shu Luo's body lost its stability and, under the influence of gravity, he fell backwards.
P12 pushed his feet on the ground and followed the direction where the iron basket fell with his whole body. While in the air, his right elbow lit up and aimed directly at the neck of the iron basket.
First there was a loud "bang" and Tie Lalu's body fell heavily to the ground. Then there was a "crack" and P12's right elbow hit Tie Lalu's neck hard.
Then P12 quickly squatted up, raised his right hand high, and hit Tie Lalu's left cheek with a right hook.
"Dad, can I swear?" Nan Ruoyin stomped her feet and said .
"Are you angry about a hundred Hong Kong dollars, or are you angry because your favorite boxer is dead?"
Nan Yi could see that Tie Luoluo was already dead from P12's elbow strike, and the subsequent right hook was totally unnecessary.
“Both.”
"Okay, there's no need to be angry. Let's go. Someone is dead. I don't know if the police will come." Nan Yi said, hugging Nan Ruoyin and walking out of the factory.
After getting in the car, Nan Ruoyin said quietly, "Dad, you are the god of death. Aunt and I have come to see you several times and never saw anyone dead. But when you come, someone dies, and the person who dies is someone I like."
"Dad was just unlucky and I just happened to run into him. From the day the person you like started fighting in the underworld, you should have thought that this day would come. No matter if he died for his own hobbies and ideals, or simply for a living, he died on the road of struggle, and it can be said that he died a worthy death. Will you support me?"
"What?"
"Bai Jin."
"Forget it. He and I don't know each other. He won't feel comforted by a stranger's condolences, right?"
"That's true, but I'll still take care of it. Since you have the ability, try to be as thorough as possible. Benjamin Parker said..."
"With great power comes great responsibility. Dad, isn't that a bad phrase to use here?"
"No, Dad is not talking about Spider-Man's uncle, but Lieutenant Benjamin Parker, a pilot of the 51st Fighter Group, 25th Fighter Squadron, 14th Air Group of the U.S. Army during World War II. He once said: 'If you have the ability, take care of the people around you.'"
"Is he famous?"
"He is not very famous. If Benjamin's name had not been mentioned in the story of the great villain Masanobu Tsuji, he would not even be known to the public. It is not important. What is important is that what he said makes some sense."
"Maybe someone else forced it on him."
"It doesn't matter. Even when you are alive, you can't avoid being framed by others, let alone after you die."
"Then I'll pack it for him." Nan Ruoyin thought for a moment and said, "Although, Tieluoluo is not someone close to me."
"Uh-huh, very good."
…
The next day, while Nan Yi was having breakfast, he received a call from Zhu Youren, president of Creativity Real Estate.
"Nansheng, I need your opinion on something because it concerns the compensation standard for future incidents like this."
Nan Yi took a sip of milk, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "You say."
