Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 814 Stable Short-Term Investment Projects

During his school days, Li Xia believed that chivalry was a kind of courage—helping timid and cowardly classmates by using spirit and force to resist the bullying of school bullies. This kind of help was simple and direct, touching his heart and filled with a sense of justice.

Looking back, this chivalrous spirit from his student days seems quite naive, but it did indeed lay the foundation for Li Xia's initial understanding of his outlook on life and values.

As Li Xia grew older, he began to watch Hong Kong films. At that time, movies about gangsters and thugs were very popular. In these movies, chivalry was not only about protecting the weak, but also about sharing joys and sorrows with friends.

Whether it's going to great lengths for a friend or standing up for someone in a street fight, it all boils down to one word: loyalty. If there's anything more to it, it might just be meaningless gatherings and fooling around.

Later, due to family reasons, I suddenly dropped out of high school and barely stepped into society. At that point, the concept of chivalry no longer mattered.

Now, all I want to do is earn some money to pay for my younger brother's education and my mother's medical treatment.

boom.

Li Xia pushed open the double doors at the end of the corridor with force. As the doors slowly opened, a bright light shone out from the cracks.

The sunlight shone on Li Xia's face, causing him to squint.

The boxing gym I visited just last week has changed completely.

The hall, which originally had only a few dim chandeliers, has now been replaced by rows of square and bright LED floodlights.

The rusty, cage-like boxing ring was gone, and a large open space had been cleared in the center of the gym's main hall, with a hard cement floor.

Four cameras with red dots were set up on tripods in the four directions of the open space, their lenses neatly aligned, presenting a 360-degree view of the center of the open space.

An unexpected circular logo projected by a projector appeared on the concrete ground in the center of the open space. It was an image with a blue circle as its background and four characters written on it: Yaksha Fighting.

The gamblers who had been huddled together, clutching betting slips and bottles of liquor, never stopping their drinking, vanished without a trace. In their place stood a dozen or so men wearing masks and black jackets, standing quietly.

Their masks resembled those of Japanese demons, with two large horns on their heads, their brows tightly furrowed, and deep, sunken black eye sockets below. Their protruding eyes were like copper bells, and their long, sharp teeth were fully exposed.

With a blue face and fangs, it looked like a man-eating monster.

They remained silent, standing still, gazing at Li Xia standing at the gate.

Li Xia's opponent tonight, Da L, was shirtless, wearing shorts, and barefoot, standing in the middle of the open space.

Upon seeing Li Xia appear, Da L raised his right hand, which was covered by a heavy boxing glove, and waved to Li Xia with a sincere smile and a crescent-shaped eyebrow.

For a moment, Li Xia felt a little dazed. If it weren't for the guys wearing Yaksha masks standing next to him, it would really feel like he was playing a practice match with his friends.

Li Xia took a deep breath, shrugged his shoulders, and jogged into the open space.

Before this, Li Xia had repeatedly asked himself in his heart: with his limited experience of fighting with classmates at school and at most fighting with street thugs, how could he possibly win against these thugs who made a living by doing so?
The last victory was because the opponent thought he had won and was careless, allowing him to launch a surprise attack on a vital area.

With such a chance factor, if Big L had done some research before the match, he would naturally not have been given another chance.

However, the bald boss's words, "I'll give you 5000 even if you lose," were the real reason that made Li Xia accept the match. Before the match even started, he was prepared to "definitely lose."

Following his habit, Li Xia clasped his hands in a fist salute to the other party.

The man called Big L also raised his boxing gloves and bowed to him.

Li Xia suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but shudder. Through the gaps in his opponent's gauntlets, he saw a pair of eyes that had suddenly turned murderous. A second later, a question that had absolutely no connection to the current situation suddenly popped into Li Xia's mind.

Is five thousand yuan really enough?

The bald, fat man, who always sat calmly and watched the gamblers fall into depravity with a smile, was now nervously clutching a betting slip, sitting in the so-called VIP viewing room that the Water Head Gang had temporarily converted, waiting for the boxing match to begin.

"Boss, these people at the water station are so stingy, they only gave us the maximum of 10,000 yuan. And they still have the nerve to call themselves a welfare bureau?" Thanks to the bald fat man's connections, this young man was able to sneak into the VIP room.

"What's all the fuss about? The odds offered by Shui Tou are already quite reasonable. You might not even be able to hold out for a minute," the bald, fat man said coldly.

Because of the vast difference in strength, this match introduced various betting options beyond the normal win-loss system. For example, the longer Li Xia could stay on the stage, the higher the odds would be.

The young man, who had some knowledge of Big L's strength, immediately quieted down. His annoyance was not with the odds and payouts set by the betting pool, but mainly with the betting limit.

Whether online or in person, everyone knew that this was a special benefit event arranged by the Shui Tou Gang, a welcome gift for these gamblers who were experiencing bare-knuckle boxing for the first time.

The information about both boxers was clearly listed before the match. One was just a street thug who had just tasted victory, while the other was the top-ranked boxer in Shuitou who had dominated the rankings for years. It was obvious who would win.

The rules of the boxing match were unconventional and somewhat innovative. The Shui Tou Gang deliberately only arranged one bare-knuckle boxer, while the other wore boxing gloves.

There's this one type of beautiful woman who stands in front of you, wiggling her hips and then starting to take off her clothes. You're thinking you're about to have some fun, but when she gets down to her underwear, she tells you she's not taking it off anymore.

Want to see it? Come to my house next time and I'll show it to you properly.

A naked temptation.

Faced with such an obvious attempt to recruit people, the bald, fat man, who was already sitting at the gambling table, no longer cared. A long-lost sense of pleasure welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but quicken his breathing.

He licked his dry lips and clenched the betting slip in his hand.

As a VIP, there is no limit to the number of bets he can make.

Two million, the same amount as the Saudi Arabia vs. Argentina match in last year's World Cup.

"Boss, can we win?" The young man, who had been heavily in debt from last year's World Cup and was still paying it off, suddenly had a strange feeling that his right eyelid was twitching.

He forcefully wiped away the tears that had inexplicably welled up in his eyes and asked again, "Boss, how many minutes did you bet?"

"I didn't play any of those fancy games. I'm betting on Big L to win alone." Not wanting to appear inferior to his subordinates, the bald boss coughed a few times, leaned back slightly on the sofa, and said casually, "Where can you find such a sure-fire short-term investment in this economic climate?"

The young man was surprised that the boss was quite steady and didn't try any of those novel and interesting games. It's true that the Shui Tou Gang is a place that produces talented people.

A simple boxing match has been turned into a multitude of tricks and schemes for gamblers to place bets on.

"I can't find it." The young man was somewhat frustrated, remembering that it was the welfare bureau, where most people had their betting limits set, such as 100,000.
It's only a few dollars; if you win based on the odds, you'll only make a few thousand, which isn't very interesting.

Just as he was thinking about it, the young man suddenly realized that he could try those side projects, such as how long he could last, and whether he would be knocked out by a left or right punch.

"The online loans have all come through, we can't let them go to waste! We have to make use of them!" the young man thought to himself, his eyes slowly regaining their sparkle, like a young man striving on the road to entrepreneurship.

I bet 10,000 and wanted a few hundred more, but little did I know that someone was eyeing my principal.

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