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The most direct way is to visit his residence.

Zhang Jue shared his thoughts with Du Jingtian and the others, and everyone naturally had no objection.

But it was getting late at this time, so I decided to go again tomorrow.

After dinner, Du Jingtian still had something to do, so he left first.

He was busy with affairs, and it was not easy to spend an afternoon with Zhang Jue.

Several foundation colleagues bid farewell to Zhang Jue one by one.

That Stevenson was stopped by Zhang Jue.

"Dude, do you have time tonight?"

Stevenson was stunned for a moment before realizing that Zhang Jue was talking to him, and he was flattered.

"Yes, what's up with Consultant Zhang?"

"You have been monitoring Smith for a while, and you should be familiar with the place where he punched. Can you take me to see it?"

"Okay, no problem." Stevenson hesitated for a moment, and said, "However, there are a lot of people of different religions and high-levels in that place, and fighting is common. Consultant Zhang must be prepared and be careful."

Zhang Jue is from the East, and he looks harmless to humans and animals. Stevenson was afraid that something would happen to him, so he reminded him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue laughed.

"To tell you the truth, I'm very good at fighting things like this. Today, that boy Du Jingtian ruined a good thing, and my hands are very itchy. If there is really a bastard with no eyesight who dares to provoke me, then You can only blame him for being unlucky."

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Chapter 154 Black Fist (2)

At twelve o'clock at night, Zhang Jue and Stevenson were walking on the third basement floor of a certain building.

Ordinary people would never have thought that this place was actually a venue for black boxing.

It can only be said that the experience of the general public limits their imagination, and it is often because of the protection of certain people that some industries can survive.

Even they themselves are one of the beneficiaries.

Underground black boxing is Meiguo's specialty. Compared with professional boxing matches, the rules of black boxing are simpler.

No weight, protective gear, nothing at all.

What is advocated is the blood | gore and violence | force from fist to flesh.

There are not a few boxers who died directly in the ring.

Compared with the contest between Tianlong and boxing champion Hudson a few months ahead, this place is more attractive to those who are looking for visual stimulation.

At the same time, here is the paradise - or hell for those dudes.

Countless people have become rich or ruined overnight here.

All in all, it's probably a man who wants to come here to have a look.

Experience the feeling of being out of the world.

There are no tickets here, and no tickets are required. As long as there is a special "invitation letter", you can enter the venue.

And this level of fraud is simply child's play for the Foundation.

So Stevenson got two easily.

The first boxing match was about to begin, and the two found a seat at random.

Although this is a venue for black boxing, both the venue and the staff are very high-end.

The mess as imagined does not exist.

Some viewers shook hands and chatted very gentlemanly, discussing the recent weather, the stock market, and rumors of celebrities and politicians that have spread to the society.

Looking at them, Zhang Jue smiled.

Only when the boxing match starts will the repressed things in their bodies be fully released.

……

The boxing match soon began. On the ring, there was a tall and thin boxer on the left, while the one on the right was short and fat.

In the first round, both sides were probing, and no fierce battle broke out.

A waiter came to Zhang Jue and Stevenson and asked them if they wanted to place a bet.

"Stevenson, which one do you choose?" Zhang Jue asked.

Stevenson said awkwardly: "Consultant Zhang, the foundation has regulations that prohibit us from engaging in such things."

"What bullshit rules." Zhang Jue said, "Du Jingtian entrusted you to me, and now I am your boss, hurry up, choose one, which one do you think will win?"

Although Stevenson is a Foundation agent, he is characterized by keen observation and on-the-spot reaction ability, and he is not good at boxing.

He looked at the two people on the field, and according to his feeling, he chose the tall and thin boxer.

Long wingspan seems to be more advantageous.

"Stevenson, you're going to lose money this time." Zhang Jue laughed, summoned the waiter, and invested all the cash on his body to the chunky player.

Sure enough, after two rounds, the tall and thin player was knocked down by the short and fat player.

Zhang Jue got off to a good start, very happy, and continued to bet on the next game.

Stevenson didn't dare to do it any more.

"Why, Stevenson, I'm so scared. Let's play a few more rounds. If you don't have enough money, I can lend it to you."

Zhang Jue is like an uncle who lures minors online.

Stevenson quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, if you lose any more, you won't be able to explain it when you go home."

It turned out that Stevenson was a strict wife.

Zhang Jue laughed, ignored him, and continued to stud the money in his hand.

Stevenson persuaded: "Consultant Zhang, take a small gamble, you have already won a lot, so play it smaller."

However, Zhang Jue has a plan in mind.

"Brother Stevenson, in terms of boxing, I have a family background. My father once compiled a set of theories. As long as there is no shady scene in the match, I basically know who wins and loses after watching a round. gone."

And such a thing?

Stevenson asked in surprise, "Consultant Zhang, your father also boxed?"

"No." Speaking of his unreliable father, Zhang Jue waved his hands disdainfully, "He's just a third-rate novel author who often delays drafts."

……

Typically, there will be seven or eight fights in one night, well into the wee hours of the morning.

Zhang Jue kept pressing and winning, and stud every time.

The snowball got bigger and bigger, and before the last game started, he already had hundreds of thousands of dollars in chips in his hand.

Stevenson looked horrified.

Zhang Jue bet on unpopular players twice, and the odds were very high.

But in the end, all the players he bet on won the game without any risk.

Only at this time did Stevenson truly believe Zhang Jue's words.

After all, winning once or twice can be said to be luck, but if you can win like this all the time, if it is not the dealer who manipulates the game, you can only say that Zhang Jue's vision is really quite unique.

If he does not stud every time, but bets sparingly, it is not impossible to make a fortune from this.

"Impossible." Zhang Jue said suddenly.

"Huh?" Stevenson was taken aback.

"I know what you're thinking." Zhang Jue said, "You think I'll keep winning until the peak of my life, that's impossible."

Stevenson subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Do you know why this is called black boxing? In addition to being illegal, there is another reason that this thing is completely unfair. The audience, dealers, odds, and even the players themselves will all affect the outcome of a game. No one can keep winning.”

While looking at the introduction of the next game on the big screen, Zhang Jue said, "Tonight's game is all small fish and small shrimps. There are not many people betting, so the dealer didn't make a move, and the players are free to play. After all, leeks They won’t do things like cutting crops one crop at a time. But once the betting money in the pool exceeds a certain amount, the croupiers will start to leave the game. It's the same person."

Stevenson is an agent, not a gambler. He only knows that the black boxing market is very deep, but he doesn't know the details. After listening to Zhang Jue, he understands how complicated the unspoken rules are.

He frowned and said: "Since this is the case, why do you continue to press, Consultant Zhang? You have already won a lot of money. Isn't it better to be safe?"

Before Zhang Jue could speak, the waiter had already arrived in front of them, and it was time for another round of betting.

Zhang Jue chose a player and continued to stud all the chips in his hand.

After the waiter left, Stevenson said in surprise: "Consultant Zhang, didn't you just say that the black boxer would lose, why did you keep him in custody?"

Zhang Jue chuckled, showing an inscrutable expression: "Because of me, I didn't intend to win at all."

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Chapter 155 Black Fist (3)

Hundreds of thousands of dollars, although not an astronomical figure, is quite a lot for ordinary people.

In the site14 invasion incident, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue thwarted the enemy's plot and indirectly prevented the nuclear bomb explosion, and the foundation only rewarded them with 500 million RMB each.

After Zhang Jue donated by mistake, he is still brooding over this matter until now.

But on this night, he did not hesitate to put all his chips out, and he bet on a player who was bound to lose.

It can only be said that Zhang Jue has never played his cards according to the routine.

Some things, which you think are important, are worthless to him.

There are some things that you don't think are important, but he fights for everything.

Stevenson was so startled by Zhang Jue that he couldn't speak, thinking that this consultant Zhang was really not an ordinary person.

The last finale match was quite tense. The two players fought fiercely for half an hour and both fell to the ground.

The player Zhang Jue placed his bet on fell down for a second, regretting losing.

He also lost all his money as he wished.

Stevenson saw that Zhang Jue was relieved.

It seems that the money must be lost.

If you knew this earlier, you wouldn't win in the first place, okay?

But of course he couldn't say that.

He just felt that this young oriental man had a unique sense of mystery. Everything he said and everything he did could not be deduced with common sense.

like now.

After the last boxing match, the audience began to leave.

Zhang Jue pulled him and sat on the seat, as if waiting for something.

Stevenson tactfully did not ask.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, when the crowd dispersed, the waiter appeared in front of them again.

"Gentlemen, our boss is here to invite you."

Boss please?

Stevenson gave Zhang Jue a surprised look.

Obviously it was the first time he came here, or he led him the way. When did Consultant Zhang know the boss here?

Thinking of Zhang Jue's strange behavior before, Stevenson suddenly realized.

This consultant Zhang is using the hundreds of thousands of dollars as a stepping stone.

Winning seven games in a row, but losing in the last game.