PFC Chapter 619 The High-and-mighty, Two-Faced Academic Genius (Gong) VS The Unrestrained, Charming, and
Chapter 619 The High-and-mighty, Two-Faced Academic Genius (Gong) VS The Unrestrained, Charming, and
A few minutes later, a new match began at the boxing gym. The electronic screen facing the audience displayed the fighters' numbers and betting information. Meanwhile, overhead, staff were dumping boxes of cash into a net – a display of extreme extravagance.
“This number 9 has been pretty strong lately, want to bet some on him?” Zhou Xi turned to Jiang Xiyu and asked.
Jiang Xiyu sat lazily, his gaze sweeping over numbers 9 and 11 on the stage, clearly showing little interest in either.
"If you want to vote, go ahead. As for me, I'll watch one game first."
Zhou Xi smiled and simply said, "If I lose, it's on me."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ziqi couldn't help but curl his lip, thinking disdainfully, "What 'it's on me if I lose'? What a show-off." Everyone knows he owns this boxing gym; of course, whoever he wants to win can win.
Underground boxing is fine for fun, but if you take winning and losing seriously, it's really not that meaningful. After all, as long as you have money, there are plenty of people willing to cooperate.
Jiang Xiyu knew this, which is why she didn't place a bet.
When the betting time ended, the gym lights focused on the ring.
The referee stepped onto the field, the atmosphere became electric, and with the sound of a whistle, the match officially began.
In a competition without manipulation, the participants would truly be willing to risk their lives to win.
Because the fighters weren't wearing gloves, it was all bare-knuckle fighting. A single match was like a surgical procedure, with almost every punch landing on the flesh, bloody and violent. And the more blood shed in the ring, the louder the cheers from the audience.
Less than half a minute later, number 11 was beaten black and blue by number 9, his face covered in blood.
Lu Ziqi felt nauseous at the sight and quickly looked away, not wanting to watch anymore.
In contrast to him, Jiang Xiyu and Zhou Xi seemed quite used to this scene, their expressions remaining unchanged.
Lu Ziqi stared intently at Jiang Xiyu's profile.
In the dim light, the contours of that profile appeared even sharper.
Lu Ziqi thought for a moment, then suddenly moved closer to Jiang Xiyu and asked, "Brother, did you get injured like this when you used to box?"
Jiang Xiyu glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and gave a dismissive "hmm."
Lu Ziqi had only seen Jiang Xiyu when he was powerful, and had never seen him in a sorry state in the arena. But when he heard Jiang Xiyu agree, he felt a little uncomfortable. Then he cursed Zhou Xi in his heart: You pervert, you like to play this kind of game yourself and you have to drag me along.
Jiang Xiyu lost interest in watching the rest of the matches.
It was obvious that the players number 11 and number 9 were not evenly matched in this game, so it was a one-sided victory with no suspense whatsoever, and there was no point in watching it.
He shifted his sitting position, rotated his wrist, and prepared to take out his phone to make the most of his time.
Zhou Xi was also getting a little bored. For a moment, his gaze fell on Jiang Xiyu's subtle wrist movement. After a moment of contemplation, he asked Jiang Xiyu in a low voice, "Do you also want to join in?"
Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and slowly looked up at him.
Zhou Xi, realizing that Jiang Xiyu had developed a craving for boxing, suggested with a smile, "How about we have a match?"
Jiang Xiyu's lips curled upwards as he repeated, "Shall we...fight?"
Zhou Xi shrugged and said, "Yeah, after all, it's definitely more enjoyable to fight a match yourself than to watch it."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Jiang Xiyu sat up slightly.
He stared at Zhou Xi for a while, as if pondering whether to agree, but soon he understood, leaned back lazily, and took it as a joke.
"never mind."
When the fight starts, fists don't have eyes.
Zhou Xi understood what he was thinking and simply said, "What? Are you afraid I can't handle this?"
Jiang Xiyu shook her head: "No."
"Don't worry, it's just for fun, we'll stop short of a fight," Zhou Xi said. "Even if you get hurt, it's because I'm not as good as you, I won't blame you."
Before Jiang Xiyu could speak, Lu Ziqi, who was sitting next to him, couldn't wait to see Zhou Xi get beaten up.
He craned his neck, looked past Jiang Xiyu, and asked Zhou Xi, "You mean you wouldn't be angry even if my brother beat you into a pig's head?"
Zhou Xi didn't look at him, but only at Jiang Xiyu. In the dim light, the shadows in his eyes appeared even darker.
He gave Lu Ziqi a clear answer, which was also a kind of guarantee.
"not angry."
Lu Ziqi smiled sarcastically after hearing this: "Then you're dead."
Jiang Xiyu enjoys excitement and is indeed itching for a fight.
Seeing that he was wavering, Zhou Xi asked, "Will you come?"
He offered his terms: "If you beat me, you can fill in any number on the check."
Jiang Xiyu, unsure of his intentions, did not readily accept the offer. He refused, saying, "No need. Since it's just for fun, Brother Zhou doesn't need to make such a bet."
Zhou Xi agreed with some regret, "Okay."
……
The venue for the game is a special space designed for user experience.
When Jiang Xiyu changed his clothes and put on his boxing gloves, Zhou Xi was already waiting in the ring.
As the bright lights shone down in the stadium, the young man stepped out of the shadows, his tall and muscular body gradually becoming visible in the light.
The black, tight-fitting clothes fit his muscular body perfectly, highlighting the veins on his forearms and showcasing smooth, firm lines that exuded power.
Zhou Xi's jaw gradually tightened, and his gaze became more focused, as if he was enduring something.
Lu Ziqi stared intently, even momentarily mesmerized.
As soon as Jiang Xiyu passed by, the tension was overwhelming, and Lu Ziqi's heart suddenly raced, making it difficult for him to breathe.
They were all men, and Jiang Xiyu didn't care much about their stares. He simply went up to the ring and asked Zhou Xi whether he wanted to fight in the proper way or just fight casually.
Zhou Xi told him to do as he pleased.
Jiang Xiyu twisted her neck joint, seeing that Zhou Xi had not underestimated her opponent.
Zhou Xi is different from ordinary rich kids. The fact that he can do such dirty things in the club proves that his strength is definitely not simple.
Zhou Xi looked at him with admiration, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Shall we begin?"
Jiang Xiyu clenched her fist and struck a pose, "Okay."
"Row."
The two of them didn't actually fight.
Jiang Xiyu was unsure of his strength, but Zhou Xi knew him very well.
After all, Jiang Xiyu's boxing skills were all taught by people he hired.
He had seen Jiang Xiyu not only in high spirits on the ring, but also in a sorry state after being beaten.
Lu Ziqi was right about one thing: Zhou Xi liked excitement and gore.
However, all of this was suppressed by his seemingly clean background. But now that he's in this underground arena, the violent energy emanating from him is almost impossible to suppress.
He looked at Jiang Xiyu as if he were looking at prey.
Over the years, few things could ignite his passion, but Jiang Xiyu was the only one who excited him to the core, making him want to conquer her.
Jiang Xiyu noticed that his eyes had changed and his aura had turned cold.
He did not attack rashly, but used a few feints to test his strength.
Zhou Xi has extremely high sensitivity, and every parry he makes is precise.
He didn't attack, he just blocked, and didn't reveal any of his strength.
When Jiang Xiyu realized he couldn't get any information out of him, he threw a punch decisively.
Zhou Xi raised his hand to block quickly, and while defending, he also counterattacked Jiang Xiyu.
Jiang Xiyu raised his arm, and the force of the punch made him frown.
Oh shit.
That Zhou Xi guy.