Wild Sweet Temptation

There was an ambiguous atmosphere floating in the hot air of the capital. This warm wind was tinged with moisture and blew to Shanghai. Lu Jinhuan felt irritated by the wind and could not help but close the window and look for the air conditioner remote control to cool down and make herself feel more comfortable.

On the table was the meal she had prepared. Ever since they had opened up to each other last time, she had liked to cook for them whenever she had time, and seemed to think that this lifestyle was very suitable for them.

but……

Lu Jinhuan, who was holding her chin, couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart. She thought of what Fu Yucheng said when she opened her heart to him before, and she seemed to understand something -

After all, she was only focused on the story of No. 58 that Fu Yucheng told her, and somewhat ignored some of the things he told her later...

At that time, after Fu Yucheng was thrown into the Beast Summoning Valley, they called him a wild dog.

He was no longer called Fu Yucheng, but No. 58.

Because he killed 58 people to survive.

On the first day that No. 58, the miracle of the Beast Summoning Valley, was sold to the black boxing ring, the thin boy helped the boxing ring earn million yuan, and the money spent on buying him was immediately recovered.

The other thugs of the same period were all big and strong men, but he was just a child. To be more precise, he looked pitifully small when standing next to those guys.

As the person who made the most money, he would naturally get more rewards and eat better meals, which also caused dissatisfaction from other thugs. So the former boxing champion would stick his cigarette butts into his meals while he was eating, not taking the kid seriously at all.

Fu Yucheng was a quiet man. He just looked up at him while the other party punched him like a sandbag.

"What? Little brat, don't you know the rules here?"

"Are you dumb?"

The boxing champion tried to pull his hair, and the other boxers came over and watched coldly, as if they were waiting for a good show to educate the newcomers so that they could join in. Fu Yucheng still didn't say anything, picked up the cigarette butt, and since he couldn't lower his head, he picked it up and ate it.

He had suffered so much humiliation in the Fu family that this was nothing.

"Damn it, are you ignoring me?"

The boxing champion was so angry that he slammed his face into the bowl and held it there, trying to kill him. The people around him immediately spoke up when they saw that something was wrong. "He made 200 million today. You will definitely not feel good if you kill him."

"He's just a little brat, and he's dumb, forget it."

The boxing champion was mainly afraid that he would not be able to survive if he was killed, so he let him go. Fu Yucheng slowly got up from the bowl and continued to finish his meal. He listened to the people beside him constantly mocking him, picked up the empty bowl, walked to the boxing champion, and handed the bowl to him.

"What do you want to do, kid?"

The boxing champion lowered his head in confusion. The next second, Fu Yucheng suddenly stepped on the table and delivered a flying kick to the opponent's face. The boxing champion immediately dodged and retreated to the side. However, his action had already been calculated by Fu Yucheng, and he did not hesitate to insert the fork in his hand into the opponent's aorta.

The attack was ruthless, without the slightest bit of excess.

The training in the Beast Summoning Valley made his attacks fierce, accurate and ruthless. After a short while, the boxing champion was bleeding like a fountain and fell in a pool of blood, twitching.

When the doctor arrived, he felt that there was no need to rescue him, so the men just let the boxing champion bleed to death.

From then on, people no longer used chopsticks and forks to eat, only spoons. Others no longer dared to speak rudely to Fu Yucheng, and some even avoided him.

Fu Yucheng was always taciturn, and many people thought he was mute. He fought fast and fiercely in the arena, and his opponents were either killed or disabled. After a long time, the entertainment value became poor, so the black boxing arena began to find ways to arrange some special enemies for him.

That banned drug that can stimulate excitement had just been developed, and the black boxing ring experimented with it on lower-level fighters. It was found that the effect was as manic as a bear, with only killing in its eyes, and it would fight until it fell down!

This kind of competition can stimulate the adrenaline of those wealthy people even more, and they will be more stressed, so these people in the black boxing ring put this "gimmick" on Fu Yucheng.

Instead of giving him drugs, let him fight those boxers whose eyes are red and who don't recognize their relatives after taking drugs!

The thin Fu Yucheng was pushed onto the arena again. He raised his empty eyes and looked at the boxer in the cage in front of him. The opponent's muscles were dotted with messy swollen blood vessels. Even the other people watching the game covered their mouths in fear, but he just felt numb.

At that moment, he could only smell the stench of the other person, just like a dead body.

one two three.

It was not known whose life or death the whistle was about. The moment the iron bars were drawn up, Fu Yucheng saw the other party rushing towards his neck like lightning, as if to tear him to pieces.

The audience was filled with excited shouts. Fu Yucheng ducked to avoid the attack and chose to attack from a low position.

Maybe he is born different from others.

In his eyes, there was no fear, no desire to live, only the opponent's flaws.

Fu Yucheng's every move is deadly. What is his purpose of standing here?

do not know.

He only knew that as long as he could stand up for one more day, he would tear to pieces all those who tried to knock him down or kill him.

Why does it need to be torn apart? What is its end point?

Why, and will he, wait for the so-called destination?

As Fu Yucheng slowly raised his eyes, blood from his forehead dripped along his brow bones. He looked into the other person's lifeless eyes, moved to avoid the fatal blow, and then instead of using his fists, he directly grabbed the other person's neck and twisted it neatly. The opponent who had been violent just now instantly vomited blood and died, leaving only the muscles filled with drugs still twitching and struggling.

No one knew he would suddenly do this. The stadium was silent at first, and then there was a fierce applause and roar.

Those gamblers who thought they could win the bet lost all their money again, and Fu Yucheng once again created a different myth for the black boxing arena.

When the referee raised his wrist to declare victory, he did not raise his head to accept the crown. Instead, he lowered his eyes against the light and looked at the boxer who fell to the ground and seemed unwilling to die. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

Money is like an endless ladder; greed will make people keep climbing up.

Fu Yucheng's repeated profits for the black boxing arena did not bring him peace of mind, but instead the situation became more and more serious.

At first, there were just some boxers who had taken more drugs, and then there were some fierce dogs. These were not a problem for Fu Yucheng. Bringing in all kinds of beasts allowed him to kill the opponents more skillfully.

In order to make money, you have to come up with something more interesting. What's more, there is a special spectator showing up in the black boxing ring today. It would be difficult to make him happy without some tricks.

There was no way out. The black boxing ring started a round-robin fight again. He fought 15 people alone without stopping until Su Muchen called for a stop.

That year, Su Muchen was 14 years old and Fu Yucheng was 15 years old. Standing together, one was tall and slender, and the other was tall and strong.