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Chapter 211 Black Market
Mo Ying didn't go to that square again, so naturally she didn't meet anyone waiting for her in the square.

She is curious about everything around her, and has experienced lively and warm crowds. Recently, she is keen on activities that wander in gray areas.

It was a remote place with only dim and weak street lights, and the walls were spray-painted with exaggerated and funny patterns.

A place with the brightest lights, surrounded by nearly a hundred people, there are men and women, most of them are men, tall or short, fat or thin, most of them have different appearances, but they all look excited and angry. In the middle of the crowd, they pulled their necks and shouted loudly.

"beat him!"

"Hit!"

"One more punch!"

"Okay! Give him some color and see!"

This is an underground boxing black market. There are no protective tools and no referees. As long as people are beaten and cannot stand up, they will win.

In the center of the crowd were two men. They waved their fists without the rules of formal boxing. Every punch was aimed at making the other party fall to the ground and unable to get up. No matter which party saw blood, the crowd would give the most enthusiastic cheers.

Everyone here is thirsty for blood.

Mo Ying is also mixed in the crowd, she is not as fierce as others, for her, she enjoys the tenacity of life more, they walk in the gray area, live harder than those who stand under the light, although It's a game of life and death, but didn't they buy the one that survived?

The shouts continued, some were excited and some were cursing, and at this time, it was time to tell the result.

Of the two people who were fighting, only one was standing firmly at this moment, the other was lying on the ground, his eyes were swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bloody, he seemed to be struggling to get up, but he had no strength to stand up again.

When the winner is decided, the money from the bets on the ground will naturally fall into the pockets of the winners.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone returned home after enjoying themselves. This boxing didn't let water at all, and the moves were all ruthless.

Mo Ying didn't leave, she was still waiting to redeem her prize money, she bought it too, with odds of [-] to [-], she bought the winning man, even though it was only one dollar.

This wasn't Mo Ying's first day watching the game, she came here for several days in a row, and the winning man also recognized Mo Ying, because she bought herself to win every time, and only bought one dollar each time.

The man also had wounds on his face, not as serious as the one lying on the ground. He counted ten of them, and handed them to Mo Ying before Mo Ying could speak.

Mo Ying didn't refuse either, and put it in her pocket directly.

Mo Ying knew that the man's name was Xiu, and he didn't seem to be fighting for money, because after each fight, he would give all the money to the person who beat him down.

This time too.

After giving the money, Xiu picked up his coat and patted the dust on his clothes. After punching, he would leave directly, but this time, he walked towards Mo Ying.

"Have a drink, would you like it?" It was clearly an invitation, but it was more like a provocation from his mouth.

Xiu raised his chin, no matter his face or tone, he was very impatient.

Mo Ying raised her head slightly, and looked at the person taller than herself. This person with an Asian appearance has always had high odds. Many people like to buy him to lose, because compared to people from J country, he is indeed A little thin, but once this person exerts his strength, he is nimble and fierce. No matter how strong and tall a person is, he will be knocked down to the ground.

(End of this chapter)