There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and Brother Qian's hoarse voice was like emery cloth, rubbing hard against the fragile eardrum.

Qi Ji took a deep breath with difficulty and tried to calm down: "It's said in the contract that my family is not involved."

Brother Qian heard Qi Ji's confusion in a second.

He laughed and said "generously" that he didn't care about Qi Ji: "As long as you come to this exhibition, the contract will still work."

Qi Ji gritted his teeth.

Qi Mingyu can't go abroad until next week. This weekend is the October holiday, and the school has a long vacation. If someone really wants to hurt Qi Mingyu, he can't even let his brother hide in the safest shelter, the school.

He had no choice but to swallow the resistance and blood, and finally agreed to attend the exhibition match.

The date of the exhibition game is set during the October holiday, and the location and way of getting there are still the old rules. The difference from the previous rounds is that there is no prize money for the exhibition game. However, Brother Qian said that a medal will be awarded after the competition, which is similar to proof that if you take that Qi Ji, you will be able to leave completely, and will have nothing to do with the boxing arena from now on.

Qi Ji was not interested in the pie he drew with his bare hands, but the only thing he could do was to be vigilant and protect his brother and himself.

Because of the competition, Qi Mingyu's entire October vacation was used for special training before the competition. He was not at home, and Qi Ji himself had no plans to celebrate the festival. He stayed in the company a few days before the exhibition game.

Yuntu gave him a holiday, but the overtime pay was tripled during the holidays. Although there were not many people who had the same choice as Qi Ji, there were some, and he was not abrupt.

As the exhibition match drew near, Qi Ji's mood gradually became anxious.

Before the match, the boxing stadium would release news in advance, so as to attract the audience to bet. Including Qi Ji's first few fights, the boxing ring was also playing a gimmick of "strong dark horse against the old king". Although it was to heat up the market, it could reveal some information.

But in this exhibition match, Qi Ji did not receive any news from beginning to end. He did not know the opponent, the location, or even the rules and competition system.

It was not until the day of the exhibition competition that Qi Ji received the message from Brother Qian.

The one who took him to the boxing ring was still a black Santana that was too ordinary to be ordinary, and it was no longer recognizable when it was mixed into the traffic. Santana's front and rear windows have been specially treated, and only by wearing sunglasses of the same material can you see the outside of the car.

Not only did Qi Ji have no sunglasses, but even his eyes were covered with thick blindfolds. As soon as he got into the car, he was sandwiched between two strong men in the back seat as before.

Not only can't see, but the sense of direction is useless here, Santana will deliberately detour every time, making it difficult to tell the direction. Qi Ji himself didn't want to be involved in the boxing ring, so he never raised any doubts about it before.

But only this time, for some reason, he was still a little uneasy.

Moreover, Qi Ji's skin sensitivity has become more serious recently. Although he wore a thick coat and tried his best to keep a distance from the two escorts beside him, he could never ignore the nausea and oppression that followed him.

Qi Ji couldn't help but start to worry about the next game.

I just hope that the intensity of this exhibition match will not be too strong... let him last to the end.

He thought about it randomly, only to think that the road was even longer than when he went to the finals before.

When he finally arrived at his destination, the blindfold and the straps on his wrist were untied, and Qi Ji rubbed his red and slightly sour wrist, only to realize that this time he came to the original boxing arena.

It's just that the venue for this competition is no longer the ones I've been to when participated in the previous competition, but a completely unfamiliar place.

Qi Ji frowned secretly when he saw the markings of the competition venue for the first time.

The few boxing gyms he went to before the competition were all underground venues. Zhang Wu also mentioned to him that because of the opening of the gambling market, in order to avoid trouble, all the activities of the boxing stadium were carried out underground. The part above the ground has nothing to do with them. Even Zhang Wu, who has watched the scene here for two or three years, has never been to the buildings on the ground.

But the new code that Qi Zhi received this time was obviously an area above the surface.

Before he could think about it, he was taken indoors. As usual, he went to the locker room first. However, when he pushed the door and went in, what Qi Ji saw in the closet was not the familiar wide shorts, but a set of slim-fitting fighting suits that were obviously not normal.

Qi Ji couldn't help but stop.

In order to win the highest prize money, he fights bare fists with the fewest rules and the highest risk factor, without gloves or protective gear. Underground naked boxing has fewer restrictions than regular mma events. Just a few years ago, there was a knee-k.o that was banned by major regular venues.

Compared with boxing and free-kick boxers, naked boxers prefer to wear no shirts. One is to show off, and the other is to deter them. They will deliberately reveal their strong and strong muscles.

Therefore, the boxing ring does not prepare tops for boxers on weekdays. In the previous rounds, Qi Ji wore his own short sleeves when he played.

Qi Ji was originally thin, and compared with those boxers with tendon flesh, he looked even weaker. So he won the first two fights in seconds, and it wasn't until the third round that the fighting fighters really began to pay attention to this slender opponent who seemed to be able to break with one punch.

But in fact, Qi Ji didn't like this visual camouflage that was obviously beneficial to him as others imagined.

Muscular men playing games are full of eyes, he looks abrupt in it, but will be paid special attention. The more sights that fall on him, the more likely he is to be recognized.

Qi Ji didn't like being watched, and didn't want boxing to disrupt his normal life.

The slim-fitting fighting suit in front of him obviously violated Qi Ji's wishes - the white shorts are considered loose for the time being, while the other top is a black sleeveless high-neck. Just looking at the material, it is enough to imagine that this dress is full of The elastic and slim wrapping can outline almost every contour of the body.

Qi Ji found Brother Qian and wanted to change back to the original competition uniform.

Brother Qian's answer was unceremonious: "What are you fussing about? This is the set! There are requirements for clothing in exhibition competitions. This is the rule of the boxing arena. You should change it quickly, don't mess with it!"

The boxing bodyguards block people directly in the locker room, and knock on the door every two minutes to express urgency. Qi Ji had no other choice but to change into this thin and slim fighting uniform.

After wearing it in person, he felt the deliberate tailoring of this dress more clearly.

Qi Ji wears ordinary clothes that are loose, and the clothes in the boxing ring are even looser. The smallest size of the competition shorts can only be worn by tying a knot at the back waist, but this clothes seems to be measured for him. The body cut is the same, one point is not much, one point is not much.

Even the curvature of the waistline and rear hips are outlined by the seemingly loose shorts.

The top is even more effective. Qi Ji's complexion is cold and white, and he is lined with a black shirt, making the contrast more and more obvious. The sleeveless high-neck combat uniform has excellent elasticity and strong wrapping power, revealing the boy's slender waist line.

Qi Ji didn't like this feeling very much.

He came to fight, not to dance.

However, the urging of the bodyguards outside the locker room continued, and Qi Ji couldn't, so he could only barely suppress the discomfort in his heart and put on the half-face mask he brought.

Every match in the boxing stadium has a lot of spectators, and Qi Ji didn't want to show his face so as not to be recognized. In the previous rounds, he had been covering the upper half of his face with a mask.

The mask is cloth, tied behind the head with a strap, and has no protection, so it's not a foul.

After packing everything up, he finally walked out of the locker room under the urging-like urging, but to Qi Ji's surprise, this time he was not taken to the pre-match lounge to wait for the game as before, but received a new one. Notice.

Someone wants to see him.

The ventilation and lighting design of the surface buildings are obviously stronger than those of the underground venues, but Qi Ji didn't have much chance to observe carefully here. After coming out of the locker room, the bodyguard led him straight up through a narrow single passage. This passage is winding and winding, and it is extremely closed, making it impossible to identify the direction at all.

After a long walk, Qi Ji finally came to a brightly lit area.

He walked up the stairs and turned several turns before finally being led to the main hall. Brother Qian stood at the door of the main hall, and when he saw Qi Ji, he urged him to hurry over.

The two walked inward. The main hall had no door, but there were magnificent furnishings inside. Brother Qian changed his arrogant and rogue in front of Qi Ji, and called out cautiously and flatteringly, "Young Master Jiang, someone brought it here for you."

Where they stood, they could already see the interior of the main hall. A young man was sitting on the luxurious mahogany sofa, and his arms were wrapping a charming red-clothed woman.

The man was holding a red wine glass with a calm expression: "Damn, that stupid compulsion is in my hands..."

Hearing Brother Qian's voice, the cursing Jiang Shaocai accepted the second half of the sentence and looked over impatiently.

His eyes skipped Brother Qian and fell on Qi Ji, but he didn't move.

The boy was wearing a black slim top, which made his snow-skinned whiter and fairer.

He has a bloody energy that the boxers here often have, and it is not strong. This blood energy on other boxers is fierce and bloody. Wrapping around him is temptation, seductive pornography.

Jiang Shao pushed the woman beside him directly, he stood up, raised his legs and was about to walk towards Qi Ji.

The woman full of amorous feelings had a charming look, and she reached out and pulled Jiang Shao's arm coquettishly, but Jiang Shao ruthlessly threw it away.

The woman was pushed to the ground by brute force, but was too frightened to make a sound.

Jiang Shao took a few steps closer, stood in front of Qi Ji with arms folded, and carefully looked at the person from head to toe.

His eyes were straight and naked, sticking to human skin like a leech. Qi Ji was seen very uncomfortable, but because of the identity of the other party and brother Qian behind him, he couldn't hide.

Jiang Shao laughed: "Are you the one who is going to fight tonight?"

Brother Qian told him his name, but he didn't remember it at all, and only when he saw it was aroused.

Qi Ji didn't show it on his face, and frowned secretly: "Well."

Brother Qian slapped him hard behind him.

"How to speak, what attitude! Called Jiang Shao!"

Qi Ji bit his lip, and the distinct pain and strange tremor spread throughout his body from the place where Brother Qian touched his lower back, causing his fingertips to tremble in pain.

He couldn't help but bow his head and reply again: "Jiang Shao, I am."

Jiang Shao was not angry, but smiled. He seemed to talk better than Brother Qian, if he hadn't shaken the woman in his arms just now.

"Yo, the voice is so sweet."

Qi Ji squeezed his palm.

He felt more and more wrong.

Jiang Shao raised his chin and said with great interest, "Take off the mask and show me."

Qi Zhi frowned.

He hadn't seen this person, he just remembered what Zhang Wu said before. After the knee-knock k.o killed a few years ago, the boxing ring changed its boss. The new boss was named Jiang. Unfathomable.

And Brother Qian called this person Jiang Shao, and he was so flattering to him, the identity of the other party was about to be revealed.

But Qi Ji didn't understand. He was called to play an exhibition match. If this Jiang Shao was really the boss, why did he make a special trip to see him and still treat him like this?

Seeing that Qi Ji couldn't move, Jiang Shao urged: "Hurry up."

Brother Qian in the back was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and lowered his voice to exhort Qi Ji: "If you want to pick it, just pick it, what are you still doing, deaf?!"

He turned his head and bowed his head to apologize to Jiang Shao: "Jiang Shao, he doesn't understand the rules, don't have the same knowledge as him."

Qi Ji couldn't, so he could only reach out and take off the mask.

He looked around with his peripheral vision. Each door of the main hall had more than two bodyguards, equipped with portable electric batons and intercom watches, and it was difficult to find a weak breakthrough for a while.

After taking off the mask, Qi Ji couldn't look around anymore, so he could only lower his eyes.

Jiang Shao stared at him, almost unable to look away.

There was an unpleasant dampness in even the rasping breaths.

Qi Ji felt a little nauseated, the other party didn't touch him, but he inexplicably felt the same dizziness and nausea that he had when his skin was touched before.

Jiang Shao asked in a hoarse voice, "How old are you?"

Qi Ji suppressed the discomfort in his heart and said in a low voice, "Twenty."

In fact, he was only nineteen, but he was used to saying twenty.

"Twenty?" Jiang Shao laughed, "Look at you, at most sixteen."

He reached out and wanted to touch Qi Ji's face. Qi Ji thought that the other party seemed to be the boss of the boxing ring, but he didn't expect him to do such a thing. But the body instinctively reacted in time, Qi Ji still quietly tilted his head and avoided it.

Jiang Shao touched the air, and his face immediately turned ugly.

He was about to send it, but a new notification sound came from the door.

"Young Master Jiang, the guests are almost here. The ceremony will start soon. When will you leave?"

Jiang Shao was suddenly interrupted, and he became even more impatient, and scolded directly: "Hurry up. Mom, hurry up."

The man at the door was silent, not daring to speak again.

Jiang Shao glanced at Qi Ji and held his breath, but in the end, he still asked angrily, "How many people have come?"

The visitor answered cautiously, "The Fang family has arrived."

Jiang Shao spat: "Okay, I know, take my coat."

The visitor hurried forward, Jiang Shao turned around and walked out. Before leaving, he reached out and patted Qi Ji's back, and squeezed Qi Ji's shoulder hard on purpose.

He laughed again, with a nasty look on his face.

"Little Beauty, have fun."

When Jiang Shao left, Brother Qian hurriedly followed to send people off. When they walked out, Qi Ji heard Jiang Shao complain.

"There is such a thing, why didn't you send it to me earlier..."

Qi Ji became more and more uneasy. He looked around, and then chose to follow the few people who left, intending to take this opportunity to escape from the bodyguards in the main hall.

Because Jiang Shao just went out, the bodyguard did not stop Qi Ji, but he didn't take a few steps before he met Brother Qian who came back.

"Hurry up and wait in the pre-match lounge, someone will lead you to the stage later."

Brother Qian urged, and deliberately told him the words in advance.

"Perform well tonight, this is the last game, think about your brother."

After threatening, Brother Qian asked the following bodyguard to take Qi Ji to the lounge.

When the people left, Brother Qian called another person and whispered a few words to the other party.

The man was surprised and asked involuntarily, "Do you really want to double the dose? Isn't the medicine already prescribed before enough..."

Brother Qian frowned and interrupted him: "If you want to go, you can go, there is so much nonsense."

The man responded and left in a hurry.

Qi Ji, who was escorted away by the bodyguards, walked around for a while before being taken to the pre-match lounge.

This room is also different from the lounge of the previous underground boxing gym. There are neither warm-up equipment nor matching boxing equipment. Instead, there are some coffee tables and sofas, which looks like an office lounge.

The room didn't have the lockers with locks in the lounge of the boxing gym before, so all kinds of boxing-related items were temporarily brought over and placed on the coffee table, as was the backpack that Qi Ji had put in the locker room before.

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Qi Ji sat on the sofa and wrapped black boxing straps around his fingers.

It didn't take long for the bodyguard to knock on the door, urging Qi Ji to go to the boxing backstage and wait.

Qi Ji got up and took out his boxing mouthguard from his backpack, which is one of the rare protective gears that bare fists can use.

He put the mouthguard in his mouth and bit it. The rubber braces had a strange astringent taste between the lips and teeth, slightly bitter, wrapped in a faint smell of rust.

I don't know if it was the smell of blood in my mouth.

Qi Ji didn't think much about it, he was used to the injuries all over his body.

He took a deep breath and followed the bodyguard out.