Wild Sweet Temptation

Chapter 404: Gambling is a matter of life and death

What this place lacks the least is people who pursue excitement and pleasure. As long as he wins the game tonight, he can get the prize money, which can not only be used to buy a birthday present for Lu Jinhuan, but also keep some for himself.

When Su Muchen brought him out, he told him not to come back. In order to avoid suspicion, he took out the mask that Su Muchen had given him and covered himself tightly.

Wearing the mask, no one knew that he was No. 58 that year. He could only pay a little more according to the rookie price. The money was much less than he imagined, but he believed that he could play to his full potential.

Having undergone systematic training in military combat, Fu Yucheng was now much more ruthless and accurate in knocking down his opponents than before. He repeatedly beat them down to the point where they could not stand up, gradually bringing the heat of the match to a climax.

Banknotes fell like rain, and under the cold green-faced beast mask was an even colder face. His amber eyes glanced at the rising prices from time to time, and the boxing ring also began to plan to try more fancy styles.

Taking drugs is the basic norm, but today they found a dozen retired professional fighters from abroad. They are from different gangs or have been in the fighting arena for a long time, and each one is more ruthless than the other.

Fu Yucheng was locked up with these people. Whoever survived would get 100 million US dollars.

This number is undoubtedly extremely tempting, and everyone in the audience began to bet crazily.

This award-winning opportunity - live, come, come.

It's not just about knocking down the opponent, what's more important is that you have to stay alive.

Fu Yucheng looked at his pair of boxing gloves and pursed his lips tightly under the mask.

It was something he used to take for granted, but now he had inexplicable concerns.

He couldn't be as desperate as before. He not only had to live, but also live a glamorous life...

With a whistle, the iron cage fell, cutting off the escape route for everyone inside. Compared with the others, Fu Yucheng was like a fragile little chicken. Naturally, everyone's target passed over him and started to attack the strongest boxer who looked like a bear.

Fu Yucheng was not in a hurry to waste his energy, but instead observed their moves and dodging habits, as well as the way each person targeted the opponent's weaknesses. The people who were suppressing him on the field began to shout in dissatisfaction, saying that he was slacking off and that he was wasting these people's money.

Outnumbered, even an elephant will eventually fall when facing a group of hungry wolves. Fu Yucheng watched indifferently as the strongest contestant fell and took three people with him. The rest of the people began to be wary of each other and attacked randomly.

"Eliminate the weakest one first!"

"Damn it!"

"That person is just watching the fun?!"

"If it doesn't work, just use pesticides! Don't hesitate! Is he dead?"

In the iron cage, blood and flesh flew everywhere due to the constant stimulation. The person who fell down needed an injection, and then he got up again as if he had a vitality that was not human, and rushed towards the fighting crowd with red eyes.

Fu Yucheng had fought in too many games before, and many people bet on him to win, but he no longer had the advantage in terms of physical strength. In order to save energy, he could only find ways to dodge and let others fight first.

People kept falling down and asking for medicine. Those who took the medicine had no rationality at all. All strategies were useless to them. In the chaos, he had to join the battlefield.

No one would be comfortable with such a physical fight. The shouting and screaming from the audience became more and more intense, and people continued to throw money. Even with the protection of the mask, Fu Yucheng's forehead was broken and blood spurted out. His eyes were stained with scarlet and his vision became blurred.

According to calculations, the melee had lasted for more than four hours, not counting the time before.

Fu Yucheng staggered against the iron cage, as if even standing was a luxury. Facing his opponents who were still under the influence of drugs like mad dogs, he gritted his teeth and wanted to take drugs, but suddenly someone in the audience threw out a handful of money.

"Hey! The one wearing the mask! If you survive without taking the medicine, I will double your previous reward!"

Double it?

Soon people were rushing to throw money. This game not only stimulated his adrenaline, but also fully mobilized the audience below.

"Ten million! If you don't take the medicine, I'll give you extra pressure!"

He looked up at the accumulated amount of reward, and the next second he was knocked to the ground by a contestant who rushed to his face and stepped on his knee.

The opponent's precise attack on the vulnerable parts of the human body caused Fu Yucheng to howl in pain, but he suddenly woke up.

He kicked his opponent away, wiped the blood from his jawline, connected his legs, jumped high with his right foot and began to beat his opponent who was not yet dead inhumanely.

Without the medication, he would feel tired, in pain, and even clearly feel that his internal organs were about to rupture.

With a rusty taste in his mouth, he bit his tongue, using the greater pain to stimulate his adrenaline, not letting himself succumb to fatigue, and grabbed a contestant's head with the railing and slammed into him...

It was like hell, with every spot stained with blood. Some of the fallen people had their bodies twisted in an exaggerated way, some had faces whose features could no longer be seen, and some died with their eyes open.

Fu Yucheng, who also looked like a human, had a mask full of cracks. He stood in the middle, panting. His pale skin was like a piece of rice paper, covered with bright red red spider lilies, a symbol of death.

After receiving all the remuneration, the first thing he did was to go to the door of the LV store. After a whole night of fighting, the store had already closed. He checked the time and found that it would open at nine o'clock.

There are still three hours left. He will just wait.

With his hand pressed against the glass, he gazed at the exquisite accessories in the ornate window display and discovered that they were from a series...

She... probably likes them all? She feels like they all match her well.

The hand that left left a dark red handprint on the window. He sat on the side of the road, took out a cigarette and started smoking.

The first time he smoked a cigarette was when he was about 11 years old. Because he was in pain, someone in the boxing ring gave him one, saying it could relieve his pain.

In fact, he only smoked a few times. Being poor is really the best way to quit smoking. Without money, who would think of buying cigarettes?

Now that I finally have money, what can I do?

He took out the check and flicked it with his fingers. It was more than one million US dollars. Adding the amount he won today, it was a huge sum of money. He had had enough of the days when he had no money. He wanted to make money. This was a good starting capital.

The morning breeze carried a chilly smell that dispersed the bloody smell on his body. Sitting on the street and watching the crowds change from being alone to being crowded, Fu Yucheng leaned against the sun and suddenly laughed.

Born towards the sun, born towards the sun, can you really survive?

It turns out that the morning sunlight is so beautiful.

Fu Yucheng rubbed his lips with his fingertips to wipe away the blood stain.