"Back to me, do you still hate them?" Ye Nianmo said softly.

Hai Zhuoxuan looked at him deeply, "There is as much love as there is hatred."

"Yeah." Ye Nianmo rubbed the corners of his mouth, "Let's go, today is indeed a good day for fighting."

Hai Zhuoxuan didn't know what was causing Ye Nianmo's madness today, but he couldn't let him wander outside alone, so he told Ye Chuqing that he would go back later today.

Ye Nianmo took him for more than a thousand kilometers and arrived at an underground boxing ring in a nearby city at two o'clock in the morning.

When the two arrived, the fight was fierce. One white man pinned the other white man down and beat him hard. Seeing that the man below was beaten to a bruised and swollen face, with only one breath left, the host stepped forward to separate the two.

The scene erupted with loud cheers, and when the host separated the two, everyone still booed in dissatisfaction.

Hai Zhuo

"Fighting." Ye Nianmo said in a deep voice.

The man was carrying it on his back, and his wolf-like gaze swept over the handsome man in a luxurious suit in front of him, "What level do you want."

Different levels in the underground boxing ring get different money. If you suffer the slightest injury, you will win less money. The level increases one by one. The highest level is equivalent to signing a life and death certificate. Of course, people love to watch it.

"The highest level." Ye Nianmo said in a deep voice.

Hai Zhuo

Ye Nianmo pulled his hand away and looked at the man coldly, "Fisting, the highest level."

The man smiled, revealing uneven teeth with yellow stains, and stared at the man in front of him with black eyeballs.

"Fill out the form."

Of course there are no names or ID cards on the form. People who come here to box either want money, or just want to have fun, and some want to die.

"If you win, you will get 700,000, of which 30,000 will be given to me, and the remaining 670,000 will be yours." The amount of money sounds like a lot at first, but in fact it is not much. People like to see dead people.

It costs hundreds of thousands to kill a talent, but a top-level event can earn nearly a million in profit.

He only said it once. If his guess was correct, the man in front of him didn't care at all how much money he could get. The 700,000 yuan would at most be the price of the two suits he was wearing.

Ye Nianmo signed quickly, "When can I fight?"

"The next game, the locker room is inside." The man said with squinted eyes.

Hai Zhuo

"Don't always use these to restrain me!" Ye Nianmo turned around and approached her, grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, "Do you know, I am in so much pain that I am going to die!"

He grabbed his hand and beat his chest desperately, making a dull sound in his chest.

After changing his clothes, he walked directly outside. Hai Zhuoxuan could not stop him and was worried that something would happen, so he had to call Ding Yiyi.

Ding Yiyi and Dr. Duan have been guarding Ye Miao. Ye Miao had a slight fever at night, and the two of them didn't sleep all night.
Chapter completed!