Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

In the afternoon, it was raining and snowing, and the cold wind was biting in the city of Tokyo.

Du Weiguo was wearing a black oil-wax leather Barbour waterproof windbreaker, pulled up the rain hood to cover his face, held his hands in his pockets, and held a cigarette in his mouth as he strolled alone on the streets of Tokyo with few pedestrians.

Merlin and the others had just left Japan on the Yamaguchi-gumi's freighter. They would return to Hong Kong Island first, join Natasha's men, and then set off for Jakarta.

Du Weiguo believed that with the cooperation of the KGB's powerful and all-pervasive intelligence network, they should be able to quickly find out the secret research base of the Freemasons.

The passing wind leaves a sound, and the passing geese leave traces.

If you want to run a huge secret base, no matter how well it is hidden, there must be traces to follow. You can always find it if you peel off the cocoons.

Jiro Kamada was also expelled by him, and the current president of the Sumiyoshi Society, the sixth generation Oshima Morimasa, hurriedly returned to Tokyo from Kyoto in the early morning.

Previously, pachinko shops in Kyoto and Osaka also encountered harassment from local gangs, and he personally led people to deal with it.

Oshima Mamoru was personally supported by Du Weiguo. Hearing that there was such a big trouble in Tokyo, even he came in person.

He was so frightened that he wanted to apologize in person, but he was driven away without even seeing Du Weiguo's face. At this moment, his heart was so confused that he really wanted to be clean for a while.

Putting aside other troubles for the moment, this time alone, Du Weiguo killed two high-ranking figures in Tokyo.

On the surface it looks calm, but privately it is turbulent.

Maybe these vengeful little people are holding back some big move to deal with him? Don’t underestimate the ruthlessness and violence of the monkeys in this archipelago country.

This group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves are more vengeful than their masters, the Douglas Eagles, and are better at forbearing. Once they gain power, they can be extremely ferocious.

The reason why Du Weiguo did not follow Mei Lin and others out of Tokyo immediately was because he deliberately wanted to deter some people from acting rashly.

"Damn, it's so tiring to be in intrigues and intrigues all day long and never have a moment to calm down."

At the crossroads, Du Weiguo spit out his cigarette butt, looked up at the gray sky with falling rain and snow, and complained angrily.

"Sir, do you want to have some fun?"

A wretched, skinny man wearing a baggy raincoat suddenly sprang out from a secluded alley, approached Du Weiguo, and asked in a low voice with a sinister look on his face.

This place is located near Akihabara in Tokyo, but now Akihabara is not a two-dimensional paradise, and there is no famous maid cafe.

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows lightly: "Fun? What's so fun?"

He spoke standard American English, and his eyes became brighter.

What a fat sheep this is. Who doesn’t know that all the Japanese overseas Chinese who come back from Citigroup are stupid and have a lot of money and spend a lot of money.

The thin man poked his hand and made an expression that all men would understand:

"Sir, we don't have any women. They are all the youngest and most beautiful in Tokyo. They are all top-notch, obedient and well-behaved."

Damn it, after a long time, it turned out to be a pimp. Du Weiguo shook his head without interest: "Not interested."

"Sir, you look like a hot-blooded real man at first glance. How can we fight without gloves and with flesh and blood flying everywhere? Do you like it?"

Shoumagan grabbed Du Weiguo's arm, blushed, and introduced him in broken English.

Du Weiguo smiled: "Underground black boxing?"

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

Shoumagan nodded quickly and gave him a thumbs up:

"Sir, you are indeed an expert at underground boxing matches without rules. Not only are the fights bloody and bloody, they are extremely exciting. The odds are also frighteningly high and you can make a lot of money."

After all, it was just black boxing with the nature of gambling. Du Weiguo also had no interest in it and just wanted to drive him away.

However, Shoumagan's next words successfully aroused his interest.

"Sir, today, we have a pig here. The sign is a life and death certificate. Hey, the kind that will not stop until death."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly narrowed, his eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled a little coldly:

"Oh, life and death situation, is it so exciting? Then I have to go and experience it."

Due to the rain hat, Shou Ma Gan didn't notice the change in Du Weiguo's expression at all. As soon as he heard him spit, his brows lit up and he rubbed his fingers familiarly.

"Sir, our admission ticket is 500, oh, no, 5 dollars."

According to the current exchange rate, 1 U.S. dollar can be exchanged for 240 yen. This thin man suddenly lost 3 U.S. dollars. He really regarded Du Weiguo as a sheep.

"Okay! The remaining money will help me buy a pack of Seven Star cigarettes."

Du Weiguo was very arrogant. He took out a brand new 10-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to him. Xiaomagan was immediately excited.

"Thank you sir. You look like the big boss at first glance. I will definitely help you arrange the best position."

The thin man's tone was very flattering and full of flattery.

You know, a pack of the most expensive Seven Star cigarettes only costs 2 US dollars at the moment, which means that he has made a net profit of 6 US dollars in one fell swoop, which is more than what he earns in a day's work. Can he be unhappy?

"Let's go." Du Weiguo glanced at him, his voice was calm and there was no emotion at all.

After a while, Du Weiguo followed the skinny pole and came to a secluded dead end. There was an underground entrance at the end. Two strong men with dragons and phoenixes and fierce looks were leaning at the door.

"Sir, we are here." The thin man nodded and bowed.

One of the strong men, a bearded man with a scar on his face, looked Du Weiguo up and down, and then smiled and teased:

"Kogoro, you are so awesome, you actually got another customer so quickly."

Kogoro immediately puffed up his thin chest full of ribs and spoke in an arrogant tone:

"Hey, that's right, this is the distinguished guest I invited, Mr. Wesley who just returned from Citibank."

The bearded man smacked his lips, his expression slightly smug: "Jinshan, tsk, tsk, you are lucky, you will have to buy me a drink later."

Kogoro also smiled: "No problem~"

Du Weiguo got a little impatient and frowned: "Didn't I say there was a boxing match to watch? What nonsense!"

"Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Wesley, please come in, it's guaranteed to be wonderful~"

Kogoro immediately stretched out his hand towards the iron door at the entrance of the basement and bowed his waist in a gesture of invitation.

Du Weiguo raised his feet and was about to move forward when the scarred man suddenly raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, according to the rules, you need to search yourself!"

After exhaling a long breath, Du Weiguo reluctantly suppressed the urge to kill them immediately and slowly raised his arm.

After walking down for tens of meters, passing through two iron gates and two iron fences, a huge space appeared in front of me.

It seems that this is an underground air defense fortification built during the war. It is rectangular in shape and very large in area, almost the size of a football field.

In the center of the venue, there was a hexagonal cage surrounded by an iron mesh. There were several circles of chairs of varying heights around it, and some spectators were already sitting here and there.

The ground in the iron cage was covered with dark brown dried blood stains. At this moment, there were two young men with relatively strong physiques, fighting each other.

Du Weiguo just glanced briefly and lost interest. These two guys were fighting each other with bastard fists. At first glance, they were wild, and they were slightly stronger than ordinary people.

Kogoro led Du Weiguo to the front row of the stands, a position with a good viewing angle, and said flatteringly:

"Mr. Wesley, these two swordsmen are all players responsible for warming up the field. It will soon be a wonderful life and death battle."

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, nodded noncommittally, and said nothing. Kogoro took a peek at his face and asked tentatively:

"Sir, the quality of the girls here is really good~"

Du Weiguo shook his head and asked again:

"Sir, the odds of a boxing match are quite impressive, and the reputation is also very good. Do you want to play both hands?"

Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke and answered the question: "Kogoro, can anyone go on stage to fight?"

"Ok?"

Kogoro was a little confused, but he quickly came to his senses: "What, sir, have you practiced before and want to go up and box?"

Du Weiguo glanced contemptuously at the two rookie chickens pecking each other in the iron cage, and said with a half-smile:

"Well, I have been practicing for a few days. If all your boxers are of this level, I will win for sure."

Kogoro's eyes suddenly brightened, and after a moment's hesitation he said:

"Uh~ Sir, I can't decide this matter. I have to ask the boss."

Du Weiguo waved his hand: "Go."

I watched boredly for a while, and then two pairs of boxers changed in succession. They were both half buckets of water, not much to see, but the number of spectators in the venue gradually increased, and it was almost full. At this moment, the skinny man turned back again and approached Du Weiguo's ear slyly:

"Sir, the boss wants to meet with you."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally: "Oh, okay, let's go."

Behind the air-raid shelter, there is a long and narrow passage with some rooms on both sides. The door is blocked by a curtain. From time to time, there are some charming sounds coming from inside. It is self-evident what the activity is.

"Sir, I guarantee that they are all the freshest goods, if you want to play~"

Shouma Gan lowered his voice and made a very lewd expression that all men would understand, but Du Weiguo interrupted him coldly:

"I told you, I'm not interested."

At the end of the corridor is a relatively spacious and clean room. Behind the desk, sitting is a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, and a sinewy face.

He is the owner of this underground boxing ring, his name is Yoshida Asano.

"I heard that you want to box at my place? Have you ever boxed before?"

Yoshida Asano glanced at Du Weiguo with a knife-like gaze, and his voice was rough and humming.

"Well, when I was at Citi, I practiced fighting for a few years and fought a few times."

Du Weiguo nodded and said casually. Yoshida Asano seemed to be aroused a little interested:

"Oh, have you fought, what have you fought, a regular boxing match?"

"No, it was also underground black boxing. At that time, all my opponents were black."

Du Weiguo's tone was slightly joking as he lit a cigarette grandly. Yoshida Asano's little eyes suddenly lit up and he waved to a strong man behind him:

"Yase, go and try his quality."

This guy named Yase is a bald man with a height of over 180cm. He has strong muscles, his hands are as big as a palm fan, and his bones are prominent. You can tell he has been trained at a glance.

Upon hearing the greeting, Yase walked toward Du Weiguo with a cold face and a fierce look in his eyes without saying a word, feeling quite oppressive.

When he was about 3 meters away, Yase suddenly made a quick forward lunge and punched with his front hand. His casserole-sized fist, filled with cold wind, hit Du Weiguo's head straight.

This guy must have practiced boxing. His movements are very fast and his strength is strong, but in Du Weiguo's eyes, he seems to be a turtle.

Du Weiguo's abnormal eyesight and physical fitness now combined, he can easily dodge pistol bullets, and the fists of ordinary people are simply ridiculous.

But when it comes to acting, you have to perform a complete performance, and Du Weiguo can't be too stunning and KO him with one move.

Du Weiguo spit out the butt of his cigarette, ducked like a cheetah, dodged the punch, and at the same time swung his right fist with his back hand and struck hard at his liver.

Yase's reaction was also very quick. He quickly retreated and dropped his shoulders and elbows to block Du Weiguo's fist.

"Snapped!"

Du Weiguo swept his legs like a shadow, and suddenly hit Yase's left leg like an iron whip. The sudden pain made him stunned for a moment.

Du Weiguo's reaction just now was very similar to his boxing skills. He was suddenly kicked without warning.

In the blink of an eye, Du Weiguo made a fierce uppercut with his right hand, hitting him hard on the chin.

"Boom~"

Yase was hammered so hard that his vision went dark for an instant. His burly body fell backwards like a wall and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bagaya road!"

The next second, Yase suddenly stood up, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards Du Weiguo with his teeth and claws bared.

Yes, when Du Weiguo deliberately withdrew his strength, Yase didn't faint. He was just embarrassed and angered.

"Yase, stop!"

Yoshida Asano shouted loudly to stop Yase.

At this moment, he had stood up excitedly, looking at Du Weiguo with greed in his eyes, as if he was looking at a shining golden money tree.

What kind of boxer is the most valuable in the black boxing casino? Of course it is a powerful dark horse boxer like Du Weiguo.

He has never been in the ring and has no record. The odds of defeating him are naturally frighteningly high. If he can face a famous boxer, he can make a lot of money.

Yoshida Asano runs an underground black boxing business and has a naturally vicious eye. He has already seen that Du Weiguo had easily defeated his former top player, Yase, without using his full strength.

This young man is a top player!

Yoshida Asano's fat face turned red. He walked around the desk and walked up to Du Weiguo excitedly: "What's your name?"

Du Weiguo lit another cigarette and replied lazily: "Wesley."

His arrogant attitude did not make Yoshida Asano angry. Instead, he offered what he considered to be very generous conditions:

"Wesley, I will give you 1 yen as an appearance fee for one game. If you win, I will share 1% of the prize money with you. How about that?"

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke noncommittally:

"There's no need to go to that trouble. I heard from Kogoro that a popular boxer is going to have a life-and-death match soon. I want to fight him and then beat myself to win. Is that okay?"

Yoshida Asano frowned: "Huh? Do you want to fight a life-or-death battle with Evil Demon Maru?"

Du Weiguo took out a thick stack of U.S. dollars from his arms, probably worth several thousand U.S. dollars, and his tone became a little greedy:

"Well, I'm a newbie, and it's a life and death game. The odds should be pretty high. Hey, I want to make some money."

Two hours later, in the iron cage, Du Weiguo stood quietly in the corner wearing a simple gray jumper and T-shirt, covering his face and barefoot, receiving a flood of boos from the audience.

As an unknown newcomer who has never shown up before, his appearance is average, but he has to challenge the most popular pillar, Evil Demon Maru, and it is a one versus three life and death game, so of course he is not popular.

The reason why Du Weiguo didn't expose his body was because he was afraid that the horrific scars on his body would frighten his opponents to death.

At this moment, the huge boxing ring was packed with people, and there were even many people standing, and everyone's expressions were very fanatical.

Because Du Weiguo is about to face three consecutive life-and-death games, and his opponent in the third game is the most popular boxer Xie Guimaru.

His odds are also very interesting, 1 to 3 in the first game, 1 to 5 in the second game, and if he can get into the third game by luck, the odds are as high as 1 to 10.

But even so, very few people won by buying Du Weiguo. Everyone was waiting to see this arrogant fool who had just returned from Citigroup be beaten to death.

Asano Yoshida, a rich and powerful guy, is quite business-savvy. He wants to fully squeeze the value of Du Weiguo.

"Ding!"

With a crisp gong sound outside the venue, the host exaggeratedly shouted:

"Now, let's invite the most brutal boxer in history, a mad dog who has killed countless people with his bare hands!"

Before he finished speaking, a guy with hideous tattoos all over his body and even his face, wearing only a white crotch cloth, rushed into the iron cage like an evil ghost.

The audience outside the stadium suddenly burst into cheers, and countless people shouted loudly: "Mad dog, kill him, tear this bastard from Citigroup to pieces!"

Looking at this tattooed fool who was showing his teeth and claws but walking without any order, Du Weiguo sneered in his heart:

"That's it? I'm going to hit ten of them!"

It is said to be a fight without rules, but in fact there are some rules. You can't hit the crotch, bite, scratch, pick your eyes, or step on your toes.

To put it bluntly, except for bare boxing and no referee, the remaining regulations are similar to those of later generations of UFC, which originally evolved from black boxing.

"boom!"

The mad dog who had just rushed to Du Weiguo was knocked to the ground by a fierce Russian pendulum.

However, this guy had good resistance to blows. He quickly stood up, shook his head, and rushed towards Du Weiguo again.

"Boss, this guy deliberately withdrew his strength. Aren't you afraid that he can really fight to the last round?"

In the highest audience seat, Yase frowned, leaned into Yoshida Asano's ear, and asked in a low voice.

Du Weiguo bet a total of 2000 US dollars on himself to win. If he won all three games, it would become 30 US dollars, 7200 million yen, which Yoshida Asano simply could not afford to pay.

Yoshida Asano smiled sadly:

"Haha, what are you afraid of? Even if this kid really wins 3 games by luck, he is still exhausted. Yase, do you think I will let him get out of here alive?" (End of Chapter)