I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The sexy girl with a graceful figure held a sign and walked like a cat in high heels along the inner edge of the iron cage.

The leather jacket and leather shorts reveal the white thighs and the belly with visible abdominal muscles, which is charming and cool.

The two fighters who are about to stage a life-and-death battle performed simple warm-ups on both sides of the octagon.

That's right.

A battle of life and death.

This is not an underground boxing match. Before the match, the two contestants voluntarily signed a life and death agreement.

It not only determines victory or defeat, but also determines life and death.

There is certainly motivation to risk your life.

The tournament's purse starts at $500,000.

And if you kill your opponent, the prize money will increase tenfold to five million US dollars!

People die for money.

That's why it attracted the former Blue House presidential bodyguard, commonly known as the palace master, to sign up.

No ordinary person would be able to compete with the former president's bodyguard in real life for the generous bonus. The other contestant also has an extraordinary background. He is a boxing champion who has risen in Goryeo in the past two years. He is proficient in various fighting techniques and is accustomed to using Muay Thai. His boxing style is known for its cruelty and viciousness, leaving an indelible mark on countless opponents he has fought against.

——For example, physical disability and psychological fear.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to win a huge bonus, you must first have enough weight.

Because it was a life-and-death battle and both sides were extraordinary people, it attracted a large number of powerful people to watch the battle.

Wool comes from sheep.

The organizer will definitely not lose money to gain publicity.

The rich people in the audience are responsible for spending money, while the poor people on the stage are responsible for fighting hard.

"clang……"

Followed by the sound of cold and crisp gongs and drums.

The game officially begins.

Both sides are of yellow race, with medium build, not as tall and strong as Westerners, but not much inferior in visual impact.

Even if you don't understand fighting, you should understand that in a fight, being bigger doesn't guarantee an absolute advantage.

Just like those burly fitness gurus in the gym, with arms as thick as Popeye, they can't even lower their arms when they walk, so their posture is like that of a gorilla. The muscles created by reliable technology and hard work are almost just decorative. If they bump into someone on the street and get into a conflict, they may not be able to defeat an ordinary person.

It was a life-and-death battle, and the excitement needed no introduction. At the beginning of the match, without any probing, both sides had cold eyes and quickly approached each other, and then they wildly threw punches on the opponent's head that could knock down an ordinary person.

Compared to a woman taking off all her clothes, the octagonal cage in front of him would definitely make a man's blood boil.

Especially the wealthy class.

Women come when you call and go when you dismiss them, they are inexhaustible and inexhaustible, they are nothing more than playthings.

A room in the venue was isolated from all the noise outside, but the large hanging screen showed the fighting in the octagonal cage clearly in 360 degrees.

Boss Jiang, the only spectator, picked up the iced tea at hand.

The atmosphere in the octagonal cage was becoming more and more tense. The former Blue House bodyguard lived up to his reputation and his steps were very fast. After a brief separation, he took the lead in launching an offensive, showing great aggressiveness and sending fierce straight punches straight to the opponent's face.

Boxing champion Xiang Xing's strength was demonstrated through match after match. He dodged to the side and counterattacked with an uppercut, hitting his opponent's ribs hard. The Blue House bodyguards quickly retracted their abdomens and blocked with their arms. Then there was an extreme physical collision. No one except the two parties involved could know how they felt.

Both sides refused to give in and kept punching each other. Boxing champion Xiang Xing took advantage of a gap in his opponent's defense and threw an uppercut, which hit his opponent's chin quickly and hard. The Blue House bodyguard's head suddenly tilted back, blood spurted out of his mouth, and spots of blood foam splashed in the air.

The seeing of blood is just the beginning.

The injured former Blue House bodyguard then launched a more fierce offensive, pouring a series of combination punches on the opponent like a storm, vowing to win the grand prize.

I wonder if he tried so hard when he was on duty at the Blue House.

Probably not.

After all, protecting Mr. President is just a job.

How is it possible to have a salary of tens or millions of dollars?

It's just work, why risk your life for it?

Boxing champion Xiang Xing was experienced. He immediately protected his head with his arms, enduring the opponent's most ferocious blows with minimal damage, while calmly looking for opportunities.

Finally, the opportunity came.

In an instant, he suddenly squatted down, poured all his strength into his right fist, and hit his opponent's abdomen hard.

The former Blue House bodyguard stumbled back.

The match gradually entered a white-hot stage. Both men in the octagon cage were already injured, but neither of them had the slightest intention of retreating. Those who made a living from this had very strong wills without exception. Even though their noses, corners of their eyes, foreheads... were cracked, they didn't care, as if they had no sense of pain, and they fought profusely and bloodily.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have rolled on the ground and howled.

Although it is called a life-and-death battle, it is not an unlimited fighting. Logically speaking, this type of competition does not require a referee at all. Beating the opponent to death is the biggest goal. However, when two people are entangled in each other, the referee will intervene immediately and separate the two.

Compared with Liao Xiangdong's underground black boxing ring, it is still slightly inferior.

"Mr. Jiang."

The door opened and someone came in and stood beside it.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Xiang Xing."

Xu Kuan looked at the screen and answered without thinking.

The president's bodyguard does not mean he is invincible. Although the two sides are currently fighting back and forth and the situation is bloody and tense, as a spectator, one can intuitively feel that the former Blue House bodyguard is at a disadvantage. There is even a shocking scar at the corner of his right eye, and the blood is flowing non-stop. It is estimated that the vision in that eye has become blurred.

After a while, both sides were hit by several punches. As Xu Kuan said, the former Blue House bodyguard staggered, lost his balance, and supported himself on the ground with his hands. This was a great opportunity to end the game, but Xiang Xing, who was known for his cruelty, stopped his punch in mid-air in time and did not hit his opponent's back of the head.

The boxing style is just the boxing style.

It's not about professional ethics.

In a fighting match, when the opponent falls to the ground, the contestants generally do not continue to attack.

The referee hurried forward, supported the former Blue House bodyguard, and asked about the situation.

"Zhang Youzai was stabbed by a knife an hour ago while trying to persuade the medical staff who were causing trouble. He was rushed to the hospital for treatment. Therefore, the protesters took the initiative to disperse."

Jang Woo-jae.

Leader of the opposition party.

In other words, he was one of the most powerful figures in Goryeo and a strong contender for the next ultimate position.

Just like the two people fighting for their lives in the octagon at this moment, he and his current partner Yin Ronghuan can be said to be in a life-and-death relationship.

Politics is always the most colorful game in the world.

It's definitely more complicated than a straight-forward fight.

In the octagon, the only way to win is to knock down or kill your opponent.

But the political game can also be played in a way that hurts yourself.

That's right.

Hurt yourself.

"How is the injury?"

"Everything went according to plan. The visual impact was strong and the damage was minor. Next up is a paid holiday in the hospital."

Xu Kuan said: "This Zhang Youzai is indeed quite courageous. In the chaos, there are still risks. If the angle is off by a little, the accident may really become an accident."

“Those who can climb to the top of the mountain will not lack courage and determination.”

Jiang Chen put down his ice tea.

The leader of the opposition party went to the scene in person to persuade the doctor who was causing trouble, but was seized by someone with ulterior motives and assassinated, leaving him hospitalized with serious injuries.

With this wave, there is no doubt that his own momentum and that of the opposition party he leads will surge.

The human heart is made of flesh.

How could the people not sympathize and feel sorry for such a great old man who has served the country and the people?

In contrast, the incumbent Yin Ronghuan may have even more headaches.

When the leader of the opposition party was assassinated, the medical staff who were causing the trouble felt that they were in the wrong and voluntarily retreated. It was in other words that Jang Woo-jae risked his life to resolve this national crisis.

But this is the President's responsibility.

And what did Mr. President do?
It just created conflict.

As one side gains, the other loses, and the support rates of both sides may usher in a new round of reshuffle.

The former Blue House bodyguard's face was covered in blood and was unrecognizable. He lost his balance again and almost fell.

Boxing champion Xiang Xing was not blinded by greed and stopped in time as usual. Although his injuries were not as serious as his opponent, his face was covered in blood and a blood blister appeared on his temple.

The former Blue House bodyguard was obviously severely exhausted, but his will was very strong. His face was covered in blood, but when the referee asked him if he could still continue the game, he still shook his head.

But just as Xiang Xing passed by him, this guy suddenly pushed the referee away and launched a surprise attack from behind.

Also.

He is a bodyguard.

Not a professional boxer.

What does the rules in the boxing ring have to do with him?

"The sticks will never disappoint."

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Seeing this, Xu Kuan was not surprised at all.

Even though he had consumed a huge amount of physical energy, Xiang Xing was still able to react due to his long-established habits. He turned his head at the critical moment and avoided the opponent's fatal blow with malicious intent.

The fist went from the back of the head to the ear. Feeling severe pain, Xiang Xing suddenly twisted his waist and raised his leg at the same time, kicking the opponent in the abdomen with great force and speed.

No matter how strong his abdominal muscles were, they were of no protective effect at this moment. The former Blue House bodyguard was immediately sent flying and slammed heavily onto the cage behind him.

This time, Xiang Xing no longer talked about the ethics of the boxing ring. He rushed forward, raised his feet and hips, and adopted a standard shooting posture.

"boom!"

head shot!

The former Blue House bodyguard rolled out in an instant and hit the cage wall again. After he came to a stop, he lay there limply and motionless, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"I won."

Xu Kuan smiled.

"I agree with you."

Boss Jiang looked calm and composed, as if he was a wise man after the event.

Xu Kuan was angry but dared not say anything about this.

No one cared about the life or death of the weak. On the screen, the referee held Xiang Xing's arm high and enjoyed the cheers from the audience.

"Mr. Jiang, the chaebols in Goryeo have also started to get in touch with Zhang Youzai and are beginning to get closer to him. These businessmen are indeed masters of speculation and profiteering, sitting on the fence and watching and changing their stance according to the situation,"

“Isn’t this a good thing for us?”

"I'm worried that Zhang Youzai will change his mind after taking office. There are too many variables in a few years."

"What we need is time, not the credit of others."

Jiang Chen was brief and to the point.

Xu Kuan suddenly understood as if he had been enlightened.

Yes.

Trusting the credit of others is itself an extremely stupid act.

The reason for supporting Jang Woo-jae is simply because Cha Chang-min’s current prestige and qualifications are not sufficient.

He still needs to "grow".

As for whether Zhang Youzai is willing to pass the baton to Cha Changmin as agreed after he takes office.

Is it important?
If someone is unwilling to give it, can't you take the initiative to take it?

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

The boxing champion Xiang Xing, who had just fought for his life in the octagonal cage, walked in. He was simply wearing a piece of clothes and had no time to clean the sweat and blood on his face. He looked hideous and terrifying.

"Mr. Xu."

The arrogant boxing champion bowed his head humbly to Xu Kuan.

"Not bad. It doesn't bring shame to us people in western Guangdong."

After confirming this, Xu Kuan introduced him: "Call me Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang."

The ruthless man who beat to death the former Blue House bodyguard obeyed orders.

What's the use of being able to fight.

Times have changed.

There are countless people who have strong fists and are not afraid of death.

"After getting the prize money from this game, can I retire now?"

Jiang Chen was joking.

"Five million US dollars is indeed enough to spend." Xu Kuan agreed.

The prize money is five million US dollars.

It seems there is a result.

It would have been fine to lose the game, but he had to launch a sneak attack, which resulted in him losing his life.

Not every occasion is suitable for being immoral.

Sometimes following the rules is not to help others, but to help yourself.

"It's certain that I have enough to spend, but I will definitely not retire. Mr. Xu will always be my boss."

A smile appeared on Xiang Xing's bloodstained face, and his ferocious and terrifying appearance somehow managed to create a sense of kindness.

"Okay, go take care of your injuries. Starting today, I'll give you a long vacation."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu."

Before leaving, Xiang Xing did not forget to nod and bow to Jiang Chen.

In ancient times, such a person would definitely be considered a hero, but it is obvious that there are many people like Xiang Xing under Xu Kuan's command.

This is the charm of money and power.

It doesn’t matter if you have nowhere to go in your country or want to get rich, you can realize your dreams by coming abroad.

Of course, Xu Kuan would definitely not accept a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing. That kind of dreamer who has no special talents but loves to daydream is only suitable to be sent to Myanmar and handed over to the proprietress of the Peace Hotel to work as a woodcutter.

After Xiang Xing left, Xu Kuan reached into his pocket, took out a note and handed it to Jiang Chen.

"What."

"Tickets to the FOX show the day after tomorrow, best seats."

Xu Kuan was serious.

"The doctors have all left, and the performance will not be affected in any way. Please ask Mr. Jiang to convey to Miss Jin that I wish her a smooth performance."

"Where's your gun?"

Jiang Chen looked up and asked indifferently.

Xu Kuan's face was serious, "Didn't Mr. Jiang say that we should live in a civilized society?"

Jiang Chen gestured to him.

"I really didn't bring it."

"Take off your clothes and pants."

Jiang Chen seemed to want to check.

Xu Kuan made a bitter face, "Mr. Jiang, this is inappropriate, right? If someone comes in..."

Jiang Chen looked at him silently.

Then, a look of determination flashed across Xu Kuan's face, and he actually raised his hand and pretended to unbuckle his belt.

Jiang Chen walked out.

"Mr. Jiang, your ticket." (End of this chapter)