bookbashuk Chapter 391 Black Boxing
Chapter 391 Black Boxing
"Hell is empty, the devils are on earth!"
I let out a sigh of relief. Using live babies to make dumplings, they all deserve to die.
"Sister Ling, it seems Wang Sanmu has helped you quite a bit!" Fatty Lin said in a deep voice, without asking about the dumplings again.
There's no need to ask about this; anyone could guess what they did.
"Wang Sanmu, he's full of bad intentions. If it weren't for his favorite son being in Hong Kong and needing my help, do you think he would have helped me?" Fourth Wife snorted.
"Not only will they not, they might even come knocking on your door after you get sick from eating it, trying to squeeze money out of you!" Fatty Lin said.
"That's something he's capable of doing!"
Fourth wife expressed her agreement.
"Sister Ling, have you had any contact with the other factions?" Fatty Lin then asked.
"I've also had contact with that 'empty-walking sect' you mentioned!"
Fourth Aunt seemed to recall something, and when she mentioned the Void Sect, a mocking smile appeared on her lips.
"Is it to extend the boss's life?" I asked.
The Empty Faction specializes in this, so the Fourth Wife's search for them is most likely related to Gambling King Lu.
"That's right!"
Fourth Aunt nodded and said, "It's a pity, they don't think much of me, or rather, their boss doesn't think much of me. Knowing that I came to them, the person in charge didn't even see me, and sent two gatekeepers to deal with me!"
"This is really going too far!" I said.
"If they hadn't looked down on me, I wouldn't have placed my hopes on Wang Sanmu and always asked him to extend the boss's life!" Fourth Aunt said.
Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance, both of us understanding each other perfectly. Wang Sanmu's success in Hong Kong wasn't just due to his great skills and ruthless nature, but also because of his connections with those so-called old-school aristocrats.
What are the old aristocrats? They are actually just a few mixed-race comprador families and Jewish families.
Despite being the richest man in Hong Kong and known as one of the "Four Great Families," Li Gua is nothing more than a watchdog in the eyes of those established families!
Even someone as wealthy as Lui, the gambling king, is seen by some as nothing more than a despicable, impoverished person who relies on gambling and his family's black hair.
The lowest of the low are not worthy of being seated at the table and eating the same dishes as them.
"Sister Ling, how did you get in touch with that Vajra Sect?" I asked again.
"I accompanied my boss to watch underground boxing matches a few years ago. In recent years, when I have nothing to do or feel frustrated, I also go to watch a couple of fights to vent my frustrations!" Fourth Wife said.
After saying that, she glanced at us and said, "The atmosphere, and the scenes of flying blood and gore, were incredibly stress-relieving and thrilling!"
"In some matches, to ensure fairness, both boxers will be given blood-boosting pills and infused with Vajra Mantras!"
"After the injection, the boxer feels no pain, no fatigue; it's truly every punch landing with a visceral impact!"
Fourth Aunt's eyes lit up as she spoke.
"Sister Ling, after the fight, the boxer will be crippled, right?" I asked, frowning.
"It's not a matter of being crippled, it's a matter of whether we can survive!" Fourth Wife said.
"Those triads in Yau Tsim Mong and Sham Shui Po must be making a lot of money from this business, right?" Fatty Lin asked.
"After the Walled City was demolished, second-generation Shanghainese who had moved to Hong Kong Island years ago, second-generation heirs of real estate families, and second-generation heirs of shipping and finance companies all flocked to those underground boxing gyms to watch the fights!"
Fourth Aunt said.
After saying that, she glanced at the cleaners who were still tidying up, then at "Luo Yufu," and continued, "Let me tell you, don't underestimate this underground boxing match; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye!"
"Sister Ling, tell us about it!" Lin the Fatty and I said at the same time.
Before this, Fourth Wife had never told us about these things.
She talked to us about either the gambling king Lui's illness or the clients she introduced to us. Even when she talked about the clients, she only touched on the surface, such as how much wealth this boss's family had or how powerful that triad boss was.
Besides that, it was about providing women for Fatty Lin.
As for the dark side of Hong Kong Island or some underground rules, Fourth Wife has never spoken of them, or rather, she has always harbored a slight suspicion towards us.
This incident has given us leverage over each other, and she has lowered her guard against us.
"Those who watch underground boxing matches fall into two main categories: the first are the second-generation Shanghai businessmen. The term 'Shanghai businessmen' originally referred to the Shanghai businessmen who flooded into Hong Kong in the 1940s. Most of them were involved in finance and ran nightclubs. The owners of the largest nightclubs in Hong Kong were all Shanghai businessmen!"
"These second and third-generation Shanghainese come to watch underground boxing matches, seemingly for the thrill, but actually to understand how betting odds, money laundering, and rigged betting platforms work, and also to build connections!"
"The standard attire for these second and third-generation Shanghainese is cigars, bodyguards, and young models!"
"Sister Ling, I've learned something new! Please continue!" Fatty Lin said with a fawning smile.
Fourth Wife was very satisfied with Fatty Lin's attitude. She smiled and said, "The second type of people are the rich young masters from Repulse Bay or Mid-Levels. Most of these families are involved in real estate, infrastructure, and container terminals. They've gotten tired of sports cars, horse racing, and actresses. Ordinary things can hardly excite them anymore."
"They're mostly here for the thrill; they might bet hundreds of millions on a single boxing match!"
"The games they bet on are often life-or-death situations!"
"Just looking for a thrill, huh?" I said.
"Almost!" Fourth Wife nodded.
"And what about the third type of people?" I asked.
"The third type of people are similar to these real estate tycoons; they also seek thrills. Most of them are second-generation heirs from shipping and finance families. These second-generation heirs grew up abroad and are used to being indulged overseas. When they return to Hong Kong Island, it is difficult for ordinary things to arouse their interest!" Fourth Wife said.
"These spoiled brats love playing games with twisted rules, like the 'Eighteen Hells' rule!"
"What do you mean by the Eighteen Hells?" I interrupted.
"It's very simple. It simulates the conditions of hell, like a volcanic hell. They lay out burning charcoal on the field and have the boxers fight while standing on it!"
"For example, the hell of knives is made by scattering triangular barbs on the ground!"
"For example, 'Iceberg Hell' is made by scattering angular ice blocks on the ground!"
The four elders listed out the various ways to play in hell.
"If they do this, the fighters will be crippled regardless of who wins or loses. They don't treat people like human beings at all!" I said.
"Of those who come here to watch the boxing match, how many of them actually care about human life?" Fourth Wife said.
"That's true!" I said.
"The fourth type of people are wealthy women like me who are resentful, and some wealthy widows!" Fourth Wife continued.
When the topic turned to widows from wealthy families, the fourth wife glanced at "Luo Yufu," clearly indicating that Luo Yufu had also watched the boxing match before.
"The reason we go to watch the boxing match is very simple: to vent our frustrations and seek thrills!"
She paused, then added, "Of course, there are also some people who are looking for strong enough boxers to be their gigolos!"