Chapter 31

After several rounds of haggling, the deal was finally made for ten thousand sun coins, of course, this included the price of the insect dog's shell and two sets of dog teeth.

When Fatty handed over the money, his chubby face trembled, and he kept complaining that doing business with Wang Ge was heartbreaking. However, from his final instruction to Wang Ge to definitely come back and sell to him next time, it was clear he was a cunning businessman with great acting skills.

For Wang Ge, today's income was already substantial, totaling nineteen thousand sun coins. The investment in the Adamantine Dagger and the Air Soft Armor had been recouped in one go.

It seemed that hunting insect beasts was indeed a quick way to make money. Apart from boxing matches, Wang Ge would always go to the Four Directions Mountain to hunt insect beasts. On days with boxing matches, he would use the daytime to train his body, but there were no signs of breaking through to a higher life level.

However, Wang Ge was not in a hurry. When he dropped out of high school in his first year, he was at a third life level. It took him five whole years to reach the current sixth life level. He had enough patience to hone himself.

Recently, his luck had been good, and he had not encountered any insect beasts higher than the insect dog. In the boxing matches, he had not faced any opponents as strong as Baihu. After all, this was a C-level match, and most of the boxers were at the fifth or sixth life level.

Before they knew it, nineteen days had passed, and today was the twentieth day. This boxing match was very important for Wang Ge.

First, he had already won nine consecutive matches. If he won today, Wang Ge would be crowned a gold medal boxer.

Although it was just a gold medal boxer in a C-level match, entering a B-level match with the title of a gold medal boxer would be a high starting point.

Most directly, the spectators would be more willing to bet on him, and the big spenders would be more willing to tip him. The boxing arena would also provide him with a free assistant.

Second, winning ten consecutive matches would also mean he would advance to the B-level match. In the next match, he would be a B-level boxer.

That would be a completely different world.

Due to the special nature of today's match, Curly Hair specially brought a few of his brothers to the scene to cheer for Wang Ge.

Curly Hair was different from Wang Ge. When he was in his teens, his father died on a construction site. Curly Hair then started to mix on the streets. After struggling to make a name for himself, his boss was killed by an enemy, and the gang disbanded.

The enemy who killed his boss took over the territory, and Curly Hair and his few brothers were left with no way out. They refused to join the enemy and ended up in Meteor Street. His brothers did some delivery and debt collection work for others, while Curly Hair fought in boxing matches.

"Boss, Big Wang will be a gold medal boxer after winning today! How awesome!" said the brother with a small braid.

"Hmm." Curly Hair squinted and looked at the ring, responding with a snort. He was happier about Wang Ge becoming a gold medal boxer than he would be about getting a gold medal himself. The words of the brother with the braid made him feel elated.

"Boss, does Big Wang have a good chance?" asked the brother with white hair, clutching today's earnings in his pocket. "If he has a good chance, I'll bet on him too!"

Curly Hair snorted coldly, his squinted eyes turning to the white-haired brother, cutting into his face like a knife. "Do you not trust him, or do you not trust your boss?"

"Trust, trust..." The white-haired brother was sweating coldly. The brother with the braid teased, "Trust, how much are you going to bet?"

The white-haired brother hesitated, clutching his pocket. They, these low-level thugs, looked quite cool, but they actually earned very little. The white-haired brother had only received a hundred sun coins for helping someone smash a place today.

"Fifty, fifty is not a small amount, right?" The white-haired brother was quite generous. He calculated that he still needed to buy a pack of cigarettes and leave some money for his family, so fifty was not a small amount.

"Didn't they give you a red envelope today? They didn't just give you fifty, right?" Everyone knew each other well, and the brother with the braid immediately exposed the white-haired brother.

Fifty was purely a headcount fee; as long as he went along to make a scene, the white-haired brother felt belittled and blurted out, "Of course, they gave me a hundred!"

"Then why don't you bet a hundred? Do you not trust Big Wang or do you not trust our boss?" The brother with the braid laughed, and he and the white-haired brother were actually good friends. In the absence of outsiders, they often teased each other without holding back.

"I..." The white-haired brother was cornered by the brother with the braid. He gritted his teeth, took out the red envelope without opening it, and called over a waitress. Without any hesitation, he stuffed the red envelope into the waitress's bra, grabbing a handful in the process.

The waitress immediately beamed, thinking this customer was very generous, giving a tip in a red envelope!

Before her smile fully bloomed, the white-haired brother said, "A hundred sun coins, all on Big Wang!"

The waitress's smile froze. So the red envelope wasn't a tip for her! And betting only a hundred... even in a C-level boxing arena, it was rare to encounter such a stingy person.

A hundred sun coins, and you still grab a handful?

"Cool!" The brother with the braid and the other brothers clapped and whistled, but Curly Hair slapped the back of the brother with the braid's head. "He bets a hundred, and you just watch?"

"I'll bet a hundred, I'll bet a hundred..." The brother with the braid quickly took out sun coins and, in a flash, stuffed them into the waitress's bra. The waitress hadn't even reacted when, in an instant, five or six hands simultaneously reached in. If her chest wasn't so big, it wouldn't have been enough to share!

Rascals! The waitress was so angry that she almost wanted to curse, but at this moment, Curly Hair took out his membership card and generously bet ten thousand sun coins.

A big spender! The waitress's sullen face immediately turned rosy, and she flirted with Curly Hair, who didn't touch her. Instead, she took the initiative to give him a hug. Because Curly Hair was sitting and she was standing, her big chest almost suffocated him.

"Boss! So generous!" The brother with the braid and the white-haired brother gave him a thumbs up. Curly Hair waved his hand, his attention already on the ring. The boxer who was to fight Wang Ge today had already walked onto the ring amidst boos.

This was a new boxer, and there were no clips of him in the video advertisements outside. Looking at his photos in the video didn't give much of a feeling, but now, seeing him in person, Curly Hair couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong, boss?" The white-haired brother asked. They also looked at the new boxer, but with their eyes, they couldn't see anything unusual.

"This guy is not simple." Curly Hair pointed to the boxer on the ring. The boxer didn't look particularly distinctive, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with an ordinary build and appearance. What made Curly Hair frown was that his every move seemed to be pre-designed.

C-level boxers, due to the restriction of the sixth life level, were mostly street fighters. They might have learned a few basic moves in school or some rough techniques from the countryside, giving the impression that they were scattered on the stage.

But this boxer gave Curly Hair a sense of solidity. Curly Hair fought in B-level matches and had seen many strong opponents. So, his first reaction was that this boxer must have trained in martial arts!

In the federal middle school physical education curriculum, the focus was on building a foundation. In high school, they began to learn some of the most basic martial arts.

Techniques like "Erlang Fist," "Eight Immortals Fist," and "Taizu Long Fist," as their names suggest, were all basic entry-level martial arts.

They were easy to learn and master, but their effects were limited, at most strengthening the body. If you relied on these to fight, a few street thugs could easily take you down with a few bricks.

As for Taekwondo, Karate, Gracie Jiu-Jitsu, and other martial arts from the early 21st century, they also fell into this category and could not be called true martial arts.

True martial arts could only be learned in university.

For example, techniques like "Iron Sand Palm," "Golden Bell Cover," and "Eighteen Falls" were highly combat-effective martial arts.

Legendary techniques like the "Seventy-Two Skills of Shaolin" and "Wudang Tai Chi" could also be learned in university, but they were only taught in national schools. In other words, only those whose future direction was to join the federal military or police force had the opportunity to learn them, and it wasn't free.

These martial arts were definitely unattainable for ordinary people in the early 21st century. Even if they managed to learn them, they would only be superficial and ineffective.

However, after improving their life level, practicing martial arts could have a complementary effect.

Improving the life level allowed one to practice higher-level martial arts, and practicing higher-level martial arts would, in turn, promote the improvement of the life level. The life level also corresponded to positions and ratings in the military or police force, so entering university was a turning point in everyone's life.

In theory, in a place like an underground boxing arena, even if a boxer who knew martial arts appeared, it should at least be in a B-level match.

Curly Hair had once faced a boxer who knew martial arts and was thoroughly beaten. If he hadn't surrendered quickly, he might have died.

I wonder what life level this boxer is... Curly Hair frowned and gritted his teeth. He wanted to inform Wang Ge, but he couldn't enter the boxer's rest room.

If Big Wang gets into trouble, I'll break the rules and loudly remind him to surrender. Curly Hair made a silent decision, seemingly forgetting that he had just bet ten thousand sun coins.

Seeing Curly Hair's tension, the white-haired brother and the brother with the braid also sensed something was wrong. But despite the white-haired brother's earlier question about Wang Ge's chances, he now said nothing, and the brothers all clenched their fists, ready to cheer for Wang Ge.

"Big Wang—Big Wang—Big Wang!" Wang Ge, who had gained a certain popularity with his nine consecutive wins, walked out amidst cheers. He walked at his usual pace, neither arrogant because of his opponent's obscurity nor distracted by the spectators' shouts.

When the new boxer on the ring saw Wang Ge's steady and precise steps, his originally relaxed face turned serious.

[Toothache is not a disease, but it can be deadly! I've had a toothache since the day before yesterday, and it was so severe last night that I couldn't sleep, rolling around in pain. Sob, please give me recommendation tickets for comfort~]

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