Why are there only loser heroines around me?

"I don't advocate gambling on boxing, so I won't do this kind of thing again."

"Secondly, have there been any cases of revenge after a star fighter was killed in the underground boxing ring?"

Sherlock smiled.

He already knew what Ukyo was planning to do.

"Don't worry, if you kill a star boxer, you'll be the new star. No one would dare to mess with such a ruthless character unless you can alert the ultimate boss behind the scenes. But whether you can lure out Moritia depends entirely on whether he respects Bayu enough, and... whether you can win this boxing match."

Ukyo seemed not to have heard anything, and just stared coldly at the man named Bayu on the stage. He didn't know how much knowledge this Sherlock Holmes had. If he knew Thailand, he should know that Bayu means "noble" and "heroic" in Thai. In that country where part of the caste system was still retained, not everyone could be called Bayu. Ukyo once had a subordinate named Bayu who could fight Caesar with a Dictator with his bare hands to a draw.

The Bayu in front of him overlapped with his former subordinates in some ways.

Their muscles were tangled all over their bodies, and their knees and elbows were covered with thick calluses.

In contrast, Ukyo's white hands looked like those of an aristocrat playing the piano.

It's no wonder that when he took off his suit and went on stage, he was met with sighs and middle fingers.

Volume 142: Chapter 5 Yanai meets a British celebrity in disguise (k)

As if sensing Ukyo's gaze, Bayu turned his head and stared straight at Ukyo opposite him.

Interestingly, Ukyo saw a hint of dim red light in his eyes. He had been to almost every street and alley in London these days and witnessed many crime scenes of fights. Many thugs also had this dim red light in their eyes, just like the red-eye berserk special effects that special effects artists in some anime would add to those brave and aggressive "powerful characters".

There is also a consensus among the police in Greater London:

Don't provoke anyone if you see red in their eyes. It takes at least three people and three guns to subdue them!

Youjing followed the red light and found many alchemists who used low-level chemicals to deceive people, but found nothing about this red light that seemed to drive people crazy. He didn't expect to see this dark color again in the underground boxing ring tonight.

The host, who was wearing a tight tuxedo and a waiter's bow tie, shrugged his shoulders and said with a slightly disdainful attitude:

"I don't need to tell you how fierce Bayu is. Gamblers who bet on him to win will definitely make a profit today!"

"As for this new guy...his friend registered him under the name Sang Biao. Oh~, look at this clean-skinned young man! I've never seen those hands do any heavy work, have they? Those who bet on him will probably lose money! But at least his eyes and attitude are quite intimidating. Who knows, he might be a tough guy? Investing in him might even lead to a comeback! You can earn back all your money in one fell swoop!"

These words are all lies to deceive novices. They are nothing more than encouraging gamblers to bet on something that is impossible to win, so that the dealer can make a profit.

Bayu stared at Youjing with a ferocious wolf-like look. While the host was warming up the audience, he walked around the edge of the boxing ring, tightening the bandages on his hands. This was to protect his wrists and hand joints, prevent injuries, and help his hands exert better force.

In the second half of this underground boxing match, every boxer's body is wet with sweat. When the fist hits the person, it may slip due to the sweat, and the impact force is reduced, which greatly reduces the damage. The bandage can help absorb sweat, so that the boxer's punches are always straight!

Some audience members whistled.

The English words piled up in a mess, and Youjing couldn't hear clearly. A few rough words told him that if Bayu in front of him could beat him, he would be the seven-game winning streak champion of this season. In addition, he was also the champion of this boxing ring. Whoever defeated Bayu would be the new champion. They would need to keep fighting in a round-robin manner until there was no opponent left.

Youjing glanced at a piece of brown paper ranking list next to the boxing ring. The scorer had already written the name "Sang Biao" on it in a sloppy handwriting and placed it at the end.

He heard Sherlock lying on the edge of the ring and talking loudly to him, but the shouting of the spectators around him was too loud and he could not hear anything. He moved closer to the ring and tried hard to hear what Sherlock was saying. As soon as he heard the word "Cullinan", the host waved his hand. Ukyo didn't know that this gesture meant the start of the boxing match, so when Bayu rushed over, he reacted a little slowly and a fierce and fast straight punch went straight to his face!

He dodged sideways, the hard bandage brushing past his brow. Bayu's left foot landed imperceptibly, his heel twisting as he launched his knee strike! This was a classic Muay Thai attack: a straight punch as a feint, followed by a knee strike to open the scoring! Once the knee strike penetrated any of the opponent's six stances, the opponent would be met with a torrent of punches and elbows!

Youjing pushed his left hand downwards, and coincidentally blocked Bayu's rising knee strike. His other right arm bent into an elbow at an extremely fast speed and hit Bayu's heart!

A strong and sharp pain came, and Bayu lost his balance and took a few steps back. The look in his eyes when he looked at Youjing was no longer the same as before.

"Hit one's heart? Chinese?!"

You Jing didn't answer, his leather shoes stomped on the boxing ring, and his claws rushed towards his neck more fiercely!

This ghostly speed startled Bayu. Before he could regain his balance, the opponent's palm was less than a foot away from his throat! He subconsciously dodged to the left, but Youjing suddenly disappeared from his sight!

Before he could recover, he felt a sharp blow to the center of his spine, like a small hammer! It was Youjing's disappearance, turning around and using the momentum of his arm to deliver a swinging punch to his back! The blow went all the way through his back and into his stomach, sending turmoil churning in his stomach. Bayu vomited a mouthful of acidic water, then his lower body went limp, and he fell to his knees, beads of cold sweat the size of beans dripping down his face.

Behind him was Ukyo, who had just stood up with a cold expression.

On the high stands, a man with a distinctly Chinese face, but who followed the local customs and was wearing a black tuxedo, tilted his head and muttered to himself:

"He must have practiced Tai Chi for at least ten years. What a beautiful turn and punch! This man doesn't look very old. Could he have learned this skill from childhood?"

The Chinese-looking man in the tuxedo saw clearly that Youjing went through Bayu's armpit, turned over and hit him on the spine with a hammer.

It is the turning and hammering technique in Tai Chi!

The audience in the audience was in an uproar.

What's going on? Didn't the underground boxing gym advertise this Thai guy named Bayu as the best boxer in Trang Province in southern Thailand? He'd fought in the army, dodging rifle bullets with ease. During his training, he could easily break a solid English oak tree with a kick! He'd broken every bone in the boxing world! And now, he'd been beaten to a pulp by this Asian brat, a complete stranger no one had ever seen before!

Many people cursed and threw the paper tickets in their hands to the side of the field, shouting at the dealer. However, a muscular man holding a Thompson and smoking a cigar walked out of the stall selling boxing tickets. Behind him were four or five strong young men holding shotguns. Everyone was suddenly speechless. In such a crowded place, none of them had anywhere to run. Once the Thompson started shooting, they would all be finished. Not to mention the destructive power of the shotgun. They could accept losing money, but there was no need to lose their lives here.

On the stage, Ba Yu stood up with a gloomy face, covering his stomach that was penetrated by the hidden force. The opponent could have given him a fatal blow before he recovered, but he didn't do it. Instead, he waited for him to stand up again. He knew that many Chinese warriors had some inexplicable martial ethics, and he admired him, but this Asian man would definitely pay the price for his momentary pity!

Bayu raised his arms again, his feet swaying nimbly from side to side, hiding his head behind his arms. Through the gap between his arms, he could see Youjing's confident expression. And his tight vest and white shirt—damn it! His clothes were still dry! He hadn't even broken a sweat after those two powerful punches just now!

"Don't be too arrogant!"

Bayu said this, but he still kept his arms in front of him and one leg raised in a defensive posture. This is the defensive posture that all Muay Thai fighters know. No matter which way the opponent attacks first, the boxer can respond flexibly and parry. Muay Thai is a strong offensive boxing style, but it is also a boxing style that is extremely good at finding opportunities.

Ukyo rushed forward and threw a straight right punch at Bayu's cheek. He seemed not to care how the other party defended.

Bayu carefully shielded his face, firmly blocking the blow. Unexpectedly, Youjing's right leg swung out, his calf striking Bayu in the crotch! He hadn't expected this "virtuous" Chinese boxer to resort to such a despicable move. But in reality, nearly all ancient martial arts contain ruthless moves designed to attack the opponent's lower body!

A fierce gleam flashed in Bayu's eyes. He bent and raised his right leg to defend against this kind of move! There was still a dull pain in his back where he had been hit, but he seemed to have forgotten how strong Youjing was. He met his flying kick with his ankle and hit it!

When you're not as strong as your opponent, you naturally have a fighting style that suits your opponent's strength! But fighters who practice tough martial arts like Muay Thai seem to have a common problem: they always refuse to give in.

"Click~"

The shouts of the crowd below the stage suddenly stopped, as if they finally realized that this fair-skinned Asian man was not a soft persimmon that could be easily bullied, and that Bayu had not played a fake game at all.

They saw clearly at that moment that this boxer, with an impressive six-game winning streak, had his knee broken by the Asian boy's brutal kick! His entire calf twisted in a strange circle, the bones inside no longer holding it together! Only skin and muscle remained connected. If it weren't for the baggy hem of his suit pants, the audience would have suspected he had hidden steel plates in his trousers!

"Bayu!"

A boxer of Indian appearance with skin like a roasted wheat ear came on stage and supported Bayu who was about to lose his balance. The proud image of the top boxer in the past was gone. No matter how much he could endure the pain, he could not withstand the damage caused by the broken leg. He fell sideways to the ground, hugging his knee. It was not right to cover his broken leg, nor was it right not to cover it.

Arthur and Sherlock in the audience waved their arms and cheered him on.

Bayu's master would not care about a boxer with a broken leg. He had lost his value to the criminal emperor. If his friends had sent him to the hospital, the London police could have arrested him. A boxer with a broken leg would never be able to avoid bullets. No matter how arrogant he had been, he would have to spend the rest of his life in London Prison. The most humane way of death waiting for him was to be hanged in public.

Ukyo picked up the peaked-lapel suit that had fallen on the ground.

This "battle suit" was almost ready to be retired, but the good news was that he bet on himself to win, and the doubled shillings and pence were enough for him to find a high-end tailor to make a new suit. At that time, suits were considered a social trend and were expensive, but not high-end goods.

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"That's what it is."

In the cottage on Baker Street, Arthur ends the story as the narrator of the second half.

"It sounds like the underground black boxing scene is very dangerous." Yanaijian said, "How many fights has Ukyo won now? Has that Moritia come looking for him?"

"17 fights." Sherlock said, "His reputation is too fierce. Many boxers don't dare to challenge his position as the champion. They only dare to look for lower-level boxers to win some money. In the previous seasons, no boxing champion has won 17 consecutive fights. I think Moritia will be hooked soon. There is no reason for him to give up such a cash cow in the boxing ring. Moritia will definitely send someone to contact you. He will definitely investigate your background. An Asian stowaway is a good identity cover. He certainly can't reach the other side of the ocean. But you have to make up a flawless identity for yourself. Don't let anything slip when he questions you!"

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Arthur and Sherlock described Ukyo as invincible.

But it's impossible for others not to worry.

The next night, Yanami thought about going to the underground boxing ring, but she was too clean. If she went, she would definitely be out of tune with the atmosphere of the boxing ring. She originally thought of disguising herself, but then she changed her mind and realized that the underground boxing ring had two floors. The first floor was for those London citizens who "gambled a little" and just wanted to satisfy their curiosity, but the second floor was for those upper-class aristocrats who had some money, including many young ladies who liked to pursue excitement.

Ordinary gamblers can't pretend to be like this, but her 4K beauty is still quite good among the aristocratic socialites in London.

Young ladies who go to the black boxing arena to watch boxing matches usually don't dress up too much, which greatly saves Yanami's clothing costs.

That night, she first turned on her low-battery phone and wrote in her future diary, "I will never be discovered if I enter the underground boxing ring in disguise."

She originally wanted to write "Ukyo will meet Moritia tonight", but considering the special nature of the diary, the "seeing" written in the diary may not be a real seeing. The kind of seeing that is just a glance at Moritia but not recognizing the other party's true identity can also be considered seeing. If you want Ukyo to see and recognize Moritia, the logic before and after may take thousands of words to complete.

But when it comes to small things like "you'll never be discovered if you disguise yourself and enter an underground boxing ring," which are easy to justify, the Future Diary comes in handy.

Yanaijian's look today was a rough, upright "victory curl" with small gemstone hair accessories borrowed from the owner. There were two lines of black mud on her face, which contrasted sharply with her fair face. She wore an ivory white princess dress made of satin fabric inside and a dark green robe outside, which completely covered her figure and princess outfit.

She sneaked into the abandoned warehouse and was unsurprisingly stopped by two burly security guards.

"Stop! What are you doing here?"

"Watch...watch the boxing match." Seeing that she was a little timid, Yana took out the 10 pounds that Miss Kotoko had lent her from her robe. This was the required entrance ticket to the second floor, and everyone had to pay 10 pounds to enter.

The burly man guarding the door looked at Yanai and saw the two strange black lines on her face. It was obvious at first glance that this kind of girl was a rich girl who was young and inexperienced and wanted to find some excitement in the boxing ring. She thought that by painting her face dirty and wearing a robe she could disguise herself. However, she didn't know that this look was very fake and it would not be difficult to recognize her even with painted face. Besides, what kind of common people would go upstairs to watch a boxing match?

The two burly men looked her over for a few moments before waving their hands and letting her pass. After Yanaijian went upstairs, the two guards jokingly said, "Whose silly young lady is this? She looks unfamiliar. Shouldn't we let her in?"

"How many noble ladies have you met? London is so big, there are so many you haven't seen. Young ladies like this are their masters' cash cows. If they let them go, their masters will be happy. If they don't... these young ladies usually hold grudges. If she remembers her appearance, her servants will inevitably take revenge on her. It's better to avoid trouble than not! Besides... looking at the disguise on her face, I can tell she's just another smart-aleck fool. She won't cause any trouble."

“That’s right, that’s right…”

As the two were talking, a "princess" wearing a royal blue formal dress made of high-quality fabrics such as taffeta stopped in front of them. She took small steps and her waist was so slender that it seemed only as wide as a man's palm. She was wearing a soft cashmere shawl to protect herself from the coolness of the London night.

"Miss...Miss Irene..."

The two guards gasped at the same time, "Why...why did you come to a place like this?"

Tickets for Miss Irene's operas cost 20 pounds each, and Londoners could only catch a glimpse of her from a distance on the posters at the entrance of the opera house, or when she got into her carriage after the performance.

Such an elegant and well-behaved socialite shouldn't be in a place like this.

But Miss Irene simply extended her slender index finger, clad in a black gauze glove, and raised it to her soft red lips, signaling them not to show off. She then took out two $50 bills from her small bag and stuffed them into their collars. Then she said, "This is my first time here, and I don't know the way. Can anyone take me up to the second floor?"

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Yanami heard the woman talking in front of him.

This was not her first time here, because there was a private room on the second floor with the name "Irene Adler" clearly written on it. The two security guards at the door did not recognize her but they were not pretending. So Yanaijian guessed that the security here was also a high-level profession and might have to be changed frequently.

Yanami heard the spectators on the first floor continuously shouting Ukyo's name, and the VIPs on the second floor were also talking about the "undefeated tiger". Black boxing is not a legal business, but for some reason, Yanami felt a little happy when he heard these words.

She reached out and rubbed her hot earlobes. What was going on with this conflicting feeling?

While he was thinking, a boxer fell to the ground with a thud, and large pools of blood spread across the ring. Not long after, he began to twitch...

The gamblers were utterly silent, their throats clenched as they bit their cigarette butts. A spectator on the second floor rose, grasped the railing, adjusted their shrapnel glasses, and peered down. Irene Adler's violet eyes fixed on the blood-soaked body of Kido Minami. This fighter had once been on a winning streak. Then, she shifted her gaze to Ukyo, a hint of ambiguity playing at the corner of her lips.

Youjing picked up the torn suit on the ground, which has become the signature move of "Boxing Champion Sangbiao". Whenever he picked up the suit and turned around, the black boxing arena would burst into screams and shouts like a tsunami.

"I won! I won again!!!"

"Hahahaha~!! That's awesome! This is what a boxing match is! Not only do you make a lot of money, but you can also satisfy your eye candy!"

"I'm going to buy this guy for five hundred pounds! Double the price!"

The small box had now become dark.

Yanami stared at Ukyo in the center of the ring. Under the light that was like a burnt red sunset, he could hear seductive and continuous heavy breathing. On the LCD screen, Ukyo was holding the back collar of his suit with one hand, putting the clothes on his back. He had a defiant look in his eyes, and the smooth muscle lines revealed by the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt were full of amazing strength and male hormones.

The women at the edge of the field all felt their faces flushed at the same time. The women who came to the black boxing ring for fun were all wild kittens who couldn't release the stress of their daily lives. Men like Ukyo happened to be the type they liked!

Yanaijian suddenly had an uneasy feeling.

She glanced at the box next to her. Through the floor-to-ceiling transparent glass that was like a giant screen, she could see a senior waiter in a tuxedo pouring red wine into the high-heeled glass held by Irene. The waiter was little Tom. Yanai knew him. Like her, they were employees of the coffee shop during the day. She didn't expect that he had this kind of part-time job at night. It was a bit eye-opening for her.

Irene in the room waved her hand and signaled the waiter to go out.

After the door slammed shut, Irene's slender hands began to caress her body. Her face flushed bright red, and she raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. The red wine dripped down her collarbone and seeped into her clothes. Yanami's eyes widened, as if she had opened up some new world. She thought to herself, "That glass must be transparent, right?" Miss Irene was really brave. Yanami looked around. Everyone's attention was on the boxing ring. No one seemed to notice Miss Irene.

Her eyes were fixed on Ukyo in the boxing ring, her eyes like an adopted cheetah lying on a tree, ready to hunt. After a long time, there was still an alluring afterglow in those bewitching eyes. She curled the corners of her lips and watched Ukyo walk down the boxing ring. When her eyes moved away, she accidentally met Yanami's blank eyes.

Yanaijian quickly looked away.

She thought to herself that the women in London were truly terrifying.

To be so blatant in public...

Moreover, this lady is a well-known opera singer in London, the kind that many small nobles cannot deceive even if they spend a fortune. In many fan works, Miss Irene is even Holmes' old lover.

Poor Sherlock, I wonder if the two of them are related in this fiction, otherwise, Sherlock might have a little green on his head.

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"It's already the 19th match. Logically, you should have attracted Moritia's attention long ago. Could it be that the guy is also obsessive-compulsive and wants to make it a round number, and then come back to you after you win the th match?" Under the boxing ring, in the rest area made up of several shabby sofas, Arthur held a half-drunk empty bottle in his hand and said in a teasing tone.

"As the author, shouldn't you be very clear about his character?" Sherlock said at the right time.

"I give up." Arthur held the bottle in his hand and said helplessly, "I'm just a lousy writer. How would I know anything about the characters?"

His identity has not yet been revealed, and Sherlock still believes that Arthur is Conan Doyle himself, but he does not have the respect that a "character in the book" should have for his creator.