When Li Yan opened his eyes, he saw a row of white light tubes; the noisy shouts and the pungent smell of cigarettes around him gave him a headache.
He touched the concrete floor and sat up, looking around.
Li Yanji was sitting by the wall at this time, facing a five-meter-square boxing ring, surrounded by the left hand side, with hundreds of seats at different heights and packed with people. At this moment, he was shouting hoarsely towards the boxing ring, waving the white paper coupon in his hand vigorously, his eyes were red.
"This is, underground black fist? What about the fat man?"
Li Yan muttered to himself.
But at this moment, in the extremely noisy environment, a hoarse and deep voice came into Li Yan's ears very clearly.
"Master Walking, welcome to Yanfu. We have prepared a new identity for you, which will not arouse anyone's suspicion. Please feel free to make a big fuss."
Immediately afterwards, Li Yan clearly saw the small black characters smoked out on the wall beside him:
Time: 1986 AD
Location: Mong Kok, 22.35 degrees north latitude, 113.5 degrees east longitude.
? In the north of the New Territories of Hong Kong, the Kowloon Walled City is cramped, dirty, crowded, dark, drug trafficking, smuggling, murder, and robbery. There are many casinos, brothels, opium dens, heroin dens, and dog meat canteens, the law and order are chaotic, and the evil forces are rampant.
This is the city of sin, the city of garbage, this is the city of violence, and it is also the city of huge profits
The requirements of this Yanfu incident are as follows:
1. Fight to the seventh ring in the Kowloon boxing ring.
2. Obtain fragments of any ancient novel hook sink record
3. Awaken the bird in the hook of ancient novels.
(When any condition is fulfilled, the Yanfu event will officially open)
The maximum time you can stay is one month. (Please note that once you lose the boxing match, you will return immediately regardless of the progress of the current Yanfu event.)
Tapir's Gift: Gain additional purchase access (11)
Your personal information is as follows:
?Name: Li Yan
?Status: high fever, inflammation, bleeding.
Specialization: Ancient Martial Arts 81%
Li Yan stood up, stared at the specialization line for a while, and always felt that there was something unfinished in it, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Just as Li Yan was thinking about this, a slap with the smell of sweat and cheap cigarettes hit him on the head.
"Snapped."
Li Yan grabbed the visitor's wrist, and just about to use his strength, he heard a burst of cursing like fried beans.
"Standing here and pretending to be a zombie? A shovel! Come on stage and punch."
He glanced at the person coming, probably in his forties, wearing a suit that didn't fit well. His face was full of flesh, and his pea-sized eyes were wide open, a bit vicious, but also a bit funny.
Li Yan quickly lowered his head, let go of the man's wrist, and glanced at the wall from the corner of his eye. As expected, there were only messy smoke stains left, and no words could be read.
The man was startled by Li Yan's eyes, but when he saw Li Yan bowed his head, he quickly regained his arrogance, straightened his suit, spat on the ground, and muttered: "Stupid."
"If he can really let me come to Hong Kong in 1986, there is no reason why I can't be cured."
Li Yan walked towards the ring in silence, but his heart trembled slightly.
"Next, let's invite the player with the highest bet amount tonight. He is very powerful. He claims to fight tonight and defeat all six boxers in the audience."
The host of the oil-headed noodles on the stage shouted into the microphone in an exaggerated tone, trying to mobilize the atmosphere of the scene.
Li Yan didn't feel uncomfortable in such an environment. The monster in the audio-visual store inspired the man's long-lost hostility. He walked to the edge of the boxing ring. Personnel stopped.
"Over there."
The man pointed to several boxers standing under the ring.
At this time, shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami suddenly erupted on the field. As soon as Li Yan raised his head, a dark-skinned, capable man with his arms folded across his chest stepped onto the ring.
"Check and guess! Check and guess! Check and guess!"
Li Yan looked at the man named Chachai on the stage with a half-smile. He was wearing a tight vest and his body was full of muscles. My knees and elbows were thick with calluses.
Seemingly sensing Li Yan's gaze, Chachai turned his head and stared straight at Li Yan in the audience.
Li Yan exchanged eyes with Chachai for a while, and looked at the five people standing on the stage.??Knee joint was broken by Li Yan's forceful kick! The whole calf presents a strange angle. And Chachai also lost his balance and fell to the ground all of a sudden.
Li Yan touched his nose, and there were two streaks of blood left there.
He glanced at the staring host, raised his chin, and said, "Announce."
The host stared blankly at Chachai who fell on the ground, swallowed hard, and then stammered:
"Ben, the winner of this boxing match is Li Yan."
Chachai, who threatened to clear the level, was overturned in the first round, and even experienced old gamblers were stunned.
Li Yan on the ring raised his hands expressionlessly, saying:
"Don't you want to fight to pass the level? If you lose, who will fight with me next?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com