Chapter 170 - Fight! (2/2)

“This is the videos of how Sand Tiger won four times the top fighter, I shot them on the spot that time.” Tiger says lightly, “Have you any discoveries?”

I take a deep breath: “He’s got a heavy fist and all won with only one punch!”

In the next few days, we have a lot of targeted exercises.

A few days later, in a warehouse of an abandoned fishing company. There is also an abandoned wharf not far from the warehouse. It has long been a customary place for local gangs to wager their lives.

By the time we arrive, the local gang leaders are almost all there. I follow Papa 8 out of the car and walk slowly behind him. Today, it seems that there are a lot of people in the major gangs have come. There are more than 30 cars parking outside the warehouse, but each gang is standing alone, rarely mingled with each other. It can be seen that although the local gangs are on the same front, they are not very united.

The warehouse is much cleaner than I expected. In the middle of the warehouse is a boxing ring more than one meter high, square, fifteen meters long and fifteen meters wide.

I’m satisfied with the size of the ring, because if I and Sand Tiger confront the tough with toughnees, it would be easier for him to hit his heavy punch. So, I should run more. The bigger the area of the ring, the better for me to avoid.

Papa 8 is sitting with the other men of us on the left side. Tiger and I enter a corridor inside the warehouse. At the end of the corridor is a small room, which I suspect was renovated from an abandoned ice bank. Tiger closes the door, takes out a small metal tube from his pocket and slowly twists it open. It’s a disposable syringe with about a few milligrams of liquid in it.

“What is this?” I frown.

“A kind of drug.” Tiger sighs, “It’s a pain killer. After the injection, it can temporarily paralyze your pain nerves a little more than usual. It won’t hurt you too much in the fight. The side effect of this analgesic is that if the dosage exceeds the limit, the reaction becomes dull. But you can rest assured that I have calculated the dose strictly. Now the dosage is the safest. It can relieve pain when you are fighting, but it won’t affect your reaction and speed.”

I frown slightly, stare at him.

Tiger says immediately: “You don’t have to feel that there’s something unacceptable in your heart. I tell you, in any fight, all the players will be injected with this medicine. Sand Tiger will certainly use it, you don’t have to feel unfair!”

“All right.” I nod and reach for the disposable syringe, but instead of using it immediately, I begin to change the clothes.

I take off my coat, then change into a very loose boxer shorts and tie the belt tightly. I nake my upper body. When fighting, should try to minimize the clothes on your body so that the opponent has no chance to pull you!

I take a sip of water, look at Tiger and say: “Tiger. I’d like to ask you a question.”

“What’s it?”

At this time, there is a noise outside, and it sounds like the tide rushing into the small room.

I approach Tiger in the midst of the noise, and then whisper alongside him: “Have you ever fought with Sand Tiger?”

I see a complicated look in Tiger’s eyes. But I do not wait for him to reply, I just hold my head high and go straight to the ring.

Sand Tiger has already stood on the ring! He’s wearing a red boxer shorts and twisting his neck. His face is grim, like a bloodthirsty beast watching me jump into the ring!

“Boy, I’ll kill you!” He’s grinning and showing his white teeth.

I look at him coldly: “Don’t know who else will be killed today!”

Both of us are standing on both sides of the raceway and begin to warm up. After all, Sand Tiger has won the Top Fighter four times, and the worship of heroism is almost human nature! Although the local gangs are not united, it does not prevent Sand Tiger has a strong prestige among ordinary gangsters.

Sand Tiger just makes a few punches, which immediately causes feverish cheers. Some people point at me crazily and shout: “Sand Tiger! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

I’m afraid it’s only at this special moment that these people are most united. This is a kind of irony!

Papa 8 is leading a group of our brothers sitting beside the ring. Many of them were practicing boxing with me in the garage. I see Silo also sitting behind Papa 8 and looking at me sullen.

I slowly walk over to them, raise my fists to them on the ring, and then look at Silo, blinking at him.

Silo’s eyes are showing a bit of fanaticism. He looks at me and then slowly raising his fist and shaking it. Then he pounds himself on the chest.