Red Dead Redemption Dawn - Chapter 393 low odds

At the junction of the West and East at night.

A slightly dilapidated tavern, the tavern occupies a large area,

But there were not many people in the tavern.

A gangster drank a glass of wine at the bar, and then the wine walked towards the back door of the tavern.

There were two gangsters playing cards and eating melon seeds at the back door. When they saw the people coming, they looked up. Then ignore it.

The thugs passed the two of them from the side and pushed open the back door. There were four or five thugs in the back door drinking and playing cards.

A few people greeted him casually when they saw someone coming in.

Then walk towards the next door, which once opened is a staircase leading down.

The gangster took out a cigarette and lit it, then went down with a puff of smoke.

After walking down more than 20 meters, there is a platform with yellow light.

There were huge thick wooden blocks everywhere, and messy voices came from the front.

Looking up, there is a tavern below about 30 meters inside. The tavern is very spacious like a square.

The gangster walked forward, smoking a cigarette, and the square was getting closer.

Although it has entered the bottom, the air here is not dull at all.

After entering the square, there are all kinds of noisy sounds. There is a band playing indulgently on the side. Opposite the bar is a fenced ring. The space inside is not large, about ten square meters.

It is made of wood, about half a meter above the ground.

There are many old and new bloodstains in the ring.

The gangster crossed six or seven wine tables, came to the wine table and asked the barman for a glass of whisky, then looked up at the balcony on the second floor, where there were not many people.

He said, "Will, which game is it?"

The bartender who poured his drink responded, "Three games, and the last one, Folt, you have to bet quickly. One side heard that it's a newcomer."

Folt looked around, some were drinking and talking at the wine table, and some were smoking some hallucinogenic drugs on the sofa. emptiness.

There are still many people exchanging information, and some are even doing some inconvenient transactions.

"New? How did you press the last game?" Fult was full of doubts.

Will nodded deeply.

Then Folt reluctantly took out a dollar and handed it over.

Will took the money quietly, then motioned for him to stick his head out.

After Folt stretched his head over, Will whispered, "That guy is very good and very flexible. If you don't have a gun, two or three people can't hold him. It is estimated that he can last until the second or third round, you can decide. "

When Will finished, he handed him the glass full of whiskey and turned away.

Folt looked at the wine glass and then at the betting table not far away.

He just toasted and took a sip, and then saw a fat man in a suit walking into the ring.

"Everyone, welcome to the last match of the cage fight tonight. Half an hour ago, the result of the third match was beyond everyone's expectations."

"There may be a lot of controversy in the last game tonight. Because tonight there will be a newcomer to challenge Jill tonight." Fatty paused after saying this.

The audience under the stage began to ask, "Newcomer? What's the background? Indian red-skinned wild boar?"

The audience's words caused a group of people to laugh.

"Haha~ You're right, but he's not an Indian red-skinned pig, but a Qing national from the Eastern Empire, although I still can't tell the difference between them."

"Hahaha~"

Obviously, the fat man's words caused another burst of laughter. This guy is very suitable for this kind of host.

"Okay, let's not talk much. First of all, let's continue to introduce our old friend, Wild Bear. Anji!" Following the fat man's introduction, a half-naked brown-haired strong man walked out from one side.

The audience all around cheered.

This guy is 1.85 meters tall and almost 1.9 meters tall, with thick limbs, rough facial features, and eyes like wildebeest.

He looks strong and a little fat, and he weighs 250 or 60 pounds just by eye.

He got into the ring from below and walked around to show off his strong body.

It drew cheers from the surrounding audience.

"Okay, everyone be quiet." The speaker of the fat host began to introduce.

"Everyone knows that Angie is the guy who defeated Mountain Lion Mag three days ago. He has been at the venue for a month. The current record is eight wins and eight wins. Everyone knows that this guy is a ruthless character, and he was defeated by him. People are appalling. You say it right!

Fatty Kang said passionately about Anji's record.

"Yes!" The audience booed~

And Angie is also very cooperative to show his strong body.

The audience cheered again.

"And our challenger tonight is a thief from a distant mysterious country~"

Afterwards, the thin and thin Pioliang was also pushed out.

He was thin, and was less than 1.8 meters tall.

With a nervous expression on his face, he walked into the cage. But his thin body caused a sigh of relief.

He looked a little nervously at Jill across from him.

He was brought to this place a long time ago, and he has seen it in the previous three games, what is he going to do.

Hit the black fist.

This kind of movement also existed in the Qing Dynasty, and some even signed life and death certificates with weapons.

He used to even watch and bet a lot, but he never imagined that one day he would stand in this kind of ring.

But at this point, it is useless to say more.

He was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he had been a thief for almost fifteen years. Generally speaking, thieves are not as tall as him, and the first choice for thieves is under 1.7 meters.

However, his talent is very high, but his master valued him very much. In addition to teaching him to steal, he would naturally teach him some self-defense skills.

But his master didn't have any money to find a genius treasure for him to soak in a medicinal bath to remove all kinds of dark wounds from his martial arts practice, so he didn't dare to practice him in a real way of practicing ancient martial arts, for fear that it would backfire and make him disabled. .

The poor and rich have always been like this since ancient times, and they have not changed even until 2022.

This caused him to be more resistant to beatings than ordinary people, and he was stronger than ordinary people. It is not a big problem to deal with two or three ordinary people, but there is not much to deal with a person who has also practiced martial arts for a few years.

After he came here because of some things, he found that the times had changed, and no matter how good he was, he couldn't match a silver-white gun.

When you are fighting hard, a good gun is better than all your martial arts collections.

As a thief, it's not that he never thought of running away, but when he remembered that Widow Wu felt that he should take some responsibilities, instead of running away blindly.

"Okay~ Everyone, don't underestimate this Mr. Thief. He is from a mysterious and ancient eastern dynasty. It is said that there are still immortals living in that dynasty. He is the kind that can fly to the sky. I'm not talking about planes." Fatty again Began gushing about the mysterious identity of the thief.

"I think you already know in your heart what you should do next. The duel will start in five to five minutes." After that, the fat man walked off the ring.

Jill and Thief Liang were watching each other.

Folt listened to Fatty's introduction for most of the day, and then looked at Pioliang carefully, and then looked at Jill again and again.

Then he smothered the glass of whiskey in one gulp and walked to the betting table.

He looked at the people who received the money and asked, "What's the multiplier?"

"Gill's odds are 0.5 to 1, and the other is 2 to 1," the money collector told him.

"So low? Does that guy seem to have a chance of winning?" Fort asked dissatisfied.

"Indeed not, but that's all, you can also buy Jill, he looks like he won't lose money." The dealer swears to introduce.

"You can also press him on whether he can last a round, the odds are high." The dealer signaled him to press the number of rounds.

The number of rounds is indeed high. If you can accurately control who will fall in which round, the odds are basically five times the start.

The bookmaker's odds make some bettors hesitate.

No matter how you look at it, it should be a multiple of 1 to 5, but the dealer gave this odds.

Folt looked at the odds, and then he didn't hesitate, "Fort, press that Qing Chinese to last until the third round, twenty dollars."

"Haha~ This is called courage, this is your seat, the front row." The dealer took the money with a smile, and then asked someone to record the name and amount in the book, and handed him a position card .

After placing the bet, Folt also walked to the front of the ring and sat down.

With the announcement of the end of the betting, the two in the ring began a tentative attack.

Jill's eight victories in eight battles depend not only on his strong body.

Jill clenched his fists, took a most common attacking stance in boxing and began to approach Roaring.

And Pioliang raised his hands in front, which is also a common martial arts posture in the Qing Dynasty.

But Jill's physical advantage was too obvious, he took a step forward, and Roaring took a step back.

Jill looked at him retreating, and then took a step forward again, but also instantly exploratory left hook.

Move quickly.

Reaching out his left hand, the two sides met firmly for the first time.

However, Rou Liang, who received Jill's punch, was a little sideways by this punch.

Because this punch is much stronger than expected.

Jill also roughly felt the strength of the opponent's block, which made him feel confident.

Then Jill did not hesitate.

Throwing a left hook again tentatively.

This time, the thief didn't answer, but squatted down and dodged.

But as soon as he turned around, he was met with a huge fist.

Pioliang wanted to kick back with a kick, but remembered something and then held back.

Because before the game, others told him that this kind of fight can't be violated by using the feet with the feet, and the end of the violation is to break the leg.

This stretch and retraction made him unavoidable for this punch.

So he made a cross block with both hands to resist the punch.

As expected, this punch made Dao Liang's hands a little numb.

The body was also staggered by this punch.

Then, in the gap, a fist wrapped in white cloth enlarged between Roaring's eyes.

A 'bang~' sound.

There was a sharp pain in Pioliang's nose, tears fell unconsciously, and a lot of warm liquid flowed out of his nostrils.

"Oh~" came the cheering voice from the audience.

Folt in the seat frowned. In this state, it would be great to survive the first round, not to mention that he bought three rounds.

Thief Liang, who was hit in the nose by a punch, quickly took a few steps back, trying to get out of Jill's attack range, but how could Jill let him do so.

Jill took advantage of the victory to pursue and strode forward, and waved his left hand again.

Thief Liang resisted the pain from his nose, bowed his head and dodged the punch, and hurriedly walked to the side.

He wiped the blood from his nose with the white cloth tied to his hands, and angrily put on a kung fu posture again, waiting for Jill's attack.

Seeing this, Jill was full of confidence and walked towards Roi Liang again.

This time, the two sides were constantly throwing their fists at Jill, while Rou Liang kept parrying and dodging.

Jill knew that the opponent was draining his stamina, but he was confident that he would defeat the opponent's defense before his own stamina was exhausted.

During the defensive dodging, Thief Liang counterattacked Jill from time to time, but this level of counterattack was also easily stopped by Jill.

After the first round was over, the audience had already seen the result roughly, and it was determined that Thief Liang would lose, and it would depend on how long he could last.

The audience who bought him and won kept scolding Roaring, while the one who bought the number of rounds hoped that he would hold on for one or two more rounds.

By the end of the first round, Pioliang's left face had become bruised, and his nose had broken cartilage.

And Jill was punched again in the eye and twice at the corner of the mouth.

But in contrast, the odds of robbery are slim.

On the second floor, Snather looked at the end of the first round between the two sides with a sullen expression.

"The person you found doesn't seem very good, why did you choose him to beat Jill?" Opposite him, a man smoking a cigar said to him, looking at Thief Liang, whose face was bruised.

"No reason, who do you arrange for the last game tomorrow?" Snether asked, looking at the person opposite.

"Are you still interested?" The man was a little surprised.

"En~"

"I'm going to have a fight with Falcon tomorrow, who are you going to have?" the man asked.

Snezer took a sip from the glass, pointed at the ring with his chin and said, "It's still him."

The man was stunned when he heard it~

Then he said, "You want him to die?"

"Yeah~" Snape responded calmly.

"He's still very good, his body is so bad, and he is still so resistant. After a few months of training, he may not be a Gilder opponent. He may be able to make a lot of money." The man took a cigar and glanced again. Thief Liang, who had been beaten a bit staggered, said.

"I don't make that kind of money," Sneth said unmoved.

"As you like." The man chuckled lightly.

On the ring, Pioliang held his head and shrank in the corner of the ring to bear Jill's fist.

His face is swollen, and the corners of his mouth and eyes have been cracked.

Blood has dripped onto the ring.

Jill's face was also punched several times by the counterattack of the stolen good, and he was in a frenzy. He frantically beat the curled up Thief Liang.

After slowing down for a while, he shoved Jill away, and then ran to the side around the ring.

Many places on his face had been slashed, and his face was covered in blood.

He kept blinking, trying to see if Jill had punched.

Jill grinned and clenched his fists and walked towards him.

But just then, the round bell rang.

Both sides end the round.

Thief Liang sat paralyzed on the chair and reached for the towel, wiping the blood on his face.

Then clear the face with water.

He was even a little dizzy, and his left rib was hurting a lot, and he was probably cracked.

He wanted to throw in the towel.

But there is no such thing as admitting defeat in this arena, and the one-minute break is up.

He was pushed into the middle of the ring again.

Because the corner of Jill's eyes and mouth was injured by the counterattack, he even received several punches in the face.

Jill continued to punch his opponent who was one size smaller than him in a furious manner~www.novelbuddy.com~ Even though he could see that Rou Liang had no ability to fight back, he never thought of stopping.

The cheers of the surrounding audience were not meant to stop him.

For a whole round, Pioliang was beaten all the way, and even the white fist belts of Jill's hands were beaten to bright red blood.

Jill finally knocked Dao Liang down on the stage with a beautiful uppercut. As he fell to the ground, a lot of blood spilled out of the stage near his head.

Thief Liang lay motionless on the ring, gasping for breath, and he was not beaten to death now.

The person who brought him also came to the stage to carry him down, and took him to the back to let the doctor behind him start simple treatment.

Folt was very happy to go to the pot to get his $100.

Tonight, his gratitude to the thief was like a surging river, so he decided to choose a good thing to go to the room tonight and think about himself.