I killed the film and television world

Chapter 293: Violent Group

The center of the dance floor has been cleared.

Men and women gathered around the dance floor, and the gambling tables outside were piled with IOUs of various sizes and amounts.

Song Ren also vaguely guessed the current situation.

At this time, a hand stained with the smell of cheap cigarettes pushed over and said, "Mainland boy, you are crazy. I just told you to hurry up, didn't you hear me?"

Song Ren stepped aside and raised his hand to intercept the other person's wrist.

He threw aside the other person's arm, glanced at him, said nothing, and walked to the center of the dance floor.

The man stood there for a long time, then gradually came to his senses.

He cursed in a low voice: "Fuck your mother, I was actually frightened by a look from a mainlander!"

The area around the dance floor was in chaos, and everyone was shocked when they noticed Song Ren:
"Hey, is that guy really here for a boxing match?"

"Cool! Aren't all mainland Chinese bastards sloppy country bumpkins? This guy is so tall, and he's dressed so beautifully. He doesn't look like a boxer at all, he looks more like a young man."

"Handsome boy, what's your name? Do you want your sister to support you?"

Song Ren paused for a moment as he entered the venue. He turned his head and chuckled, "Of course you can support me. It would be even better if you can lend me some money."

The surroundings immediately burst into laughter, and the pretty girl who had spoken earlier also smiled: "You are so greedy, but who made me like you?"

The pretty girl took out an IOU from the gambling table and said, "Pretty boy, what do you want the money for?"

Song Ren glanced at the gambling table and said, "I want to try my luck by placing a bet."

The pretty girl reminded: "According to the casino rules, a boxer cannot bet on his opponent when placing a bet himself."

Song Ren: "Then I'll bet on myself."

"Tsk tsk, you sound quite confident." The pretty girl continued, "What if you lose? Do you have the money to pay back?"

"No money." Song Ren answered very straightforwardly.

The pretty girl was also amused: "Damn! You have no money, why are you talking so loudly?"

Song Ren: "I don't have money, but I can pay you back."

There was a commotion all around: "Pretty sister, this mainland guy has ulterior motives."

"Sister-in-law, mainlanders are just showoffs. I can do that, too."

"Wow, this mainlander is really good at calculating. He can make money whether he wins or loses!"

The pretty girl raised her slender eyebrows slightly and cursed at the other people who were making trouble: "Fuck your mother, you are so annoying, do you still want to fight?"

However, although she said so, she asked someone to borrow a promissory note for one thousand yuan on the spot, and also helped Song Ren to use his own name.

It also made the atmosphere on the scene more lively.

Wang Jiu, who was sitting in the booth, finally lost his patience. Seeing that the group was still dithering, he stood up and shouted, "The boss is still waiting, why don't you start quickly!"

Wang Jiu's sudden outburst instantly dispelled the fun and laughter in the field.

The name of Dianjiu is extremely intimidating whether in the underworld or in violent gangs.

The dance floor was completely cleared out.

Song Ren stood in the middle of the field. His opponent was a young man in his thirties with long hair and a black sweatshirt. A pure black tiger head was tattooed on his bare arm.

He is one of the long-haired boxers in the ring who is responsible for supporting the team. He can get a lot of rewards for every victory.

After taking a look at the somewhat gentle and refined Song Ren, he couldn't help but sneer: "You're just getting here and you're already putting on airs."

During the game, a gangster with short hair stood out. He waved his hand and said, "Get ready—"

The eyes of people outside the venue were all focused.

"start!!!"

The moment the crew cut guy waved his hand and dropped it, Changmao had already been fully focused.

He may be a little unruly off the stage, but he never underestimates any opponent in the ring.

The quadriceps muscles, which have been highly trained throughout history, go from being tense to being stretched, and instantly burst out with extremely strong momentum.

Bang!
The long-haired figure suddenly emerged from the ground, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and he was extremely ferocious from the start.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the calmness of his opponent this time, and he had an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, so - let's end the battle quickly!
Song Renli was standing in the middle of the field, fighting head-on for the first time in a long time. Although the opponent's strength was not ideal, the blood in his body still surged amid the noise.

With his sharp five senses, the opponent's seemingly fierce charge seemed to be in slow motion.

He calmly took half a step back and half turned around.

Stand still, lower your waist, relax your shoulders, and drop your elbows——

Finally, punch!

All in one go!
Changmao's punch missed and his face was slightly stunned.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a large amount of fishy and sweet blood gushed out of his throat and sprayed out from between his mouth and nose.

The 200-pound body weight was knocked into the air by a single punch, and his abdomen was deeply sunken.

The scene was a little stagnant for a moment.

As Song Ren raised his hand to push away the long hair, the other party curled up and fell to the ground with a bang.

His face was pale and he clenched his back teeth tightly, but he still let out painful and unbearable groans from between the red teeth.

The atmosphere outside the stadium also came alive again at this moment and exploded in an instant.

"I'm gonna hit you! You vomited blood after I punched you? This handsome guy is really powerful!"

"Are you kidding me? You knocked Changmao down with just one move? You're kidding me!"

"Fuck your mother, you mainlander is possessed by Guandi!"

The pretty girl who had borrowed money from Song Ren before couldn't help but sigh: "I'm so surprised, this pretty boy really didn't brag, amazing."

In the booth, the big boss had put down the magazine without knowing when, and stared at Song Ren with a pair of fierce eyes for a moment, then turned his head and said: "Your mother, why didn't you warn me when the fight started!"

Wang Jiu's eyes twitched, and he had to force a smile and said, "Boss, the fight just started, and he knocked Changmao down in one go, leaving me no time to speak."

The big boss glared and said, "Call him over."

Wang Jiu immediately stood up and shouted, "Hey, Mainlander, my boss is calling you over here!"

Song Ren turned his head and looked over.

He is indeed the big boss in The Besieged Kowloon Walled City.

The plot is based on the movie, so there are still some differences from the comics, but this is okay. After all, he hasn't read the comics much, but he still remembers some of the movie.

The big boss sat steadily in the booth, looked Song Ren up and down, and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket: "Hey, mainland boy, you are quite skilled, are you a martial artist?"

Song Ren took the stack of banknotes and nodded: "I have indeed practiced for several years."

Big Boss: "How many years have it taken you to become so skilled? Are you trying to scare me?"

When Wang Jiu heard the boss' tone, he immediately stood up and grabbed Song Ren's collar: "Hey, mainlander, just say whatever you want to say. Do you really think I'm shortsighted?"

The big boss turned around and lectured him: "Fuck you, why are you so aggressive with others? Be more polite to your fellow mainlanders."

Wang Jiudian laughed and said, "Hehehe, boss, you are right."

Big Boss: "Okay, I won't waste my words. Mainland boy, do you want to follow me?"

Song Ren: "Is there money to be made?"

The big boss grinned, revealing his big golden teeth: "Tell him, is there any money to be made in our gang?"

"Of course there is!" The gangster at the gambling table seemed to be high and suddenly flipped the IOUs on the table into the air.

Let those large IOUs float in the air under the colorful lights.

The spectators all around stood there quietly.

Song Ren grabbed a large IOU that fell down, then looked up: "Okay, I'll follow you."

After all, his current identity is just an illegal resident, and there are still a lot of troubles to be faced.

Moreover, in order to revive the Crocodile Gang, we need to win over some people.

Violent groups are a good stepping stone.

(End of this chapter)