I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 11 Dragon City Boxing Match

Song Sheng lifted the white curtain and entered the clinic.

Compared to the one in Sham Shui Po, this illegal clinic in the Walled City had a stronger smell of medicinal wine, and there was also a whole wall of herbal medicine boxes, as well as various kinds of liniments for bruises and sprains.

However, there were no makeshift hospital beds here, only simple tables and chairs.

Inside the hall, an elderly man with a bald head was writing prescriptions for someone, with a bag of herbs that had been dried in the wind or sun next to him.

In front of the desk, a woman in a suit and trousers sat quietly in a chair.

She looked to be around thirty years old, with her full head of black hair simply tied up with a red hairband.

Although her face couldn't be seen, her neat and sharp women's suit, coupled with her inexplicable aura as she sat there, seemed out of place in this dark and cramped walled city.

At the desk, the old man had already written down the prescription and gave a brief explanation.

The woman picked up the bag of herbs, stood up, and said, "Uncle Shui, I'll be going now."

Her voice was a bit cold, but it was surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

The old man waved his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead, and please give my regards to your old man."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked Song Sheng up and down: "Hmm? Handsome, what are you doing here looking like that?"

Upon hearing this, the woman who was about to pass by Song Sheng paused, her beautiful, peach-blossom-like eyes landing on Song Sheng for the first time.

Song Sheng smiled shyly: "Uncle, I apologize for bothering you, but I wanted to ask you about something."

The old man tidied up the things on the table. "Why come to my clinic to ask questions instead of going to a teahouse or a barbershop?"

Song Sheng took out five yuan, placed it on the table, and got straight to the point: "I want to know if there's a place nearby where I can practice boxing."

"Boxing..." the old man repeated to himself, paused for a few seconds, and then pushed the five yuan back with two withered fingers: "Young man, you should keep this money to buy medicine."

Song Sheng was slightly taken aback.

"More than half of the people who come in here every day are boxers." The old man picked up a teacup, blew on the foam, and said indifferently, "Broken bones and ligaments are the least of your worries. You're so young, are you risking your life for money?"

After a knowing smile, Song Sheng said sincerely, "I hope you will let me know, Uncle."

The bald old man didn't say anything, but turned to look at the woman standing at the door.

Then, Song Sheng heard a cool voice from beside him: "Want to box?"

Song Sheng turned around.

The woman had an oval face, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were fixed on Song Sheng. Her eyes were bright, but her face showed no emotion.

Song Sheng: "I'd like to give it a try."

"You've learned kung fu, haven't you? What did you learn?"

"It's a mixed bag; I know a little bit about fist fighting, foot fighting, and weapons."

Upon hearing this, the woman's lips twitched, but it was impossible to tell whether it was a smile or some other emotion.

Without asking any further questions, she turned and lifted the curtain, her voice following: "Ah Hu, take this young man to see the world."

"I understand, Sister Pei."

Song Sheng followed her out of the clinic, but the woman had already gone downstairs and left.

Meanwhile, the burly man standing guard nearby was sizing up Song Sheng: "Handsome, which school of martial arts do you follow?"

"I can't say which school of thought it belongs to; I know a little about everything, but I'm not an expert."

"Is that even possible? What kind of master would accept apprentices like that?"

Forget about that.

Since Sister Pei has spoken, you're in luck.

The boxing matches here are Sister Pei's arena, and they're nothing like the fancy boxing matches in Temple Street and the docks.

The city is full of talented people. If you want to make money, as long as you keep winning, there's plenty waiting for you.

Well, it's about time for an event to start.

Come with me, I'll take you to see for yourself.

As for whether or not to have the contract, we'll discuss that after you've seen it. Otherwise, once you sign the contract and get on stage, there won't be a chance for you to back out.

Upon hearing this, Song Sheng readily followed the other person's footsteps, walking forward through the narrow alleyways of the fortified village.

On both sides, residents of the walled city came and went, and overhead was a dense network of pipes, wires, and wooden planks between the buildings, with lights shining all around.

The alleyway was dark and damp on both sides, with water droplets dripping down from who-knows-where.

After walking between the buildings for seven or eight minutes, the number of thugs watching the show around the area began to increase noticeably.

The burly man led Song Sheng to a doorway.

Two gang members were squatting at the entrance, watching the scene. When they saw the muscular man approaching, they immediately greeted him warmly, "Brother Tiger."

The burly man simply nodded and led Song Sheng through the door.

Behind the door is a downward staircase, and you have to follow the stairs all the way down to the bottom.

Song Sheng then discovered that the space below was much larger than he had imagined, probably connecting the surrounding floors and enough to accommodate more than a hundred people.

In the center of the arena was a makeshift ring roughly enclosed by hemp ropes and wooden stakes.

The cement floor was already quite pitted and uneven, and in many places the color was noticeably darker, like mottled traces of bloodstains.

The arena was surrounded by a few benches, and eighty or ninety people were already seated there. The arena was filled with smoke and various noises.

The burly man led Song Sheng in from the side of the ring and stood in an inconspicuous corner. He gestured with his chin toward the brightly lit ring and said, "Look, that's the boxing ring. You can get a hundred dollars if you win a match."

"One hundred dollars."

"What's wrong, handsome? You sound pretty dissatisfied?"

"No, Tiger, it's just a little less than I expected."

"Ha, such big talk, huh? Want to make more money? You'll have to go to bigger venues then."

"A larger venue?"

"Don't rush, you're not qualified yet. At the very least, you need a big player to take notice of you. In those kinds of places, you can't even open a business without someone backing you up."

So, if you want to earn more, you need to make a name for yourself here first, and preferably win impressively.

At this point, the burly man paused, raised his eyebrows, and said, "However, I'd like to remind you again that the boxing ring here is different from the ones outside."

The walled city was full of all sorts of people, mostly those without status or who couldn't afford to have status. Among them, those who specifically came to such places to make a living were mostly people with clean hands.

Since Sister Pei asked me to bring you here to take a look, I'll say a few more words.

If you really want to take the stage, don't treat your opponents like human beings.

While the two were talking, a boxing match had already begun in the ring.

There are dedicated announcers on site.

Amidst the rising cheers from the audience, a brutal, unrestrained, and unprotected boxing match, with no rules, no restrictions, and no rounds, began.

In less than a minute, blood had already been drawn on the stage, but the fight between the two sides became even more intense.

The cheers from the audience below the stage began to boil over.

When the muscular man inadvertently looked away from the boxing ring, he noticed the person next to him and suddenly froze.

This handsome guy looks like...

Are you laughing?