Li Rulong opened his eyes and found himself in a storage room. He was tied to a chair, his mouth was taped, and he could not move. It was the first time he had been kidnapped in his 50 years of life, and he was terrified.
He had earned so much money and hadn't spent it yet. He had two women in his home and hadn't had enough fun. He didn't want to die in vain. With a creak, the door opened, and a man walked in. In the darkness, he couldn't see the other man's face. He made a whimpering sound, trying to call for help.
"Don't even bother. You can scream your throat out, but no one will come to save you." The young man's voice came out, exactly the same as the voice in the bathroom just now. Only then did he realize that figure was not from the West but from the Chinese region.
Click. The incandescent light was turned on, and the storage room was lit up. The young man took another chair, dragged it to the floor, and sat in front of him.
"I'll be the one who's asking here. All you have to do is nod or shake your head, got it?" The young man smiled and didn't seem as cruel and scary as the robbers in the movie.
"Please…" Li Rulong looked at the other man with pleading eyes, expecting him to let him go.
Who knows that the young man suddenly changes his mind. In his amazed gaze, he smacked his face while shouting, "Don't you understand? I told you to nod or shake your head!"
The young man's strength was so great that Li Rulong's face instantly swelled up, with the pattern of the sole of the shoe still printed on it. Li Rulong was blinded by this sudden blow, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, not caring about the pain on his face and nodding his head repeatedly.
"That's right." The young man looked relieved, patted his shoulder, sat back in his chair, and continued to put on a sinister smile. As if it wasn't him who had just hit someone.
After seeing the smile, Li Rulong felt a chill rise from his back. The young man opened the wallet retrieved from Li Rulong's body and took out his ID.
"Li Rulong, male, 53 years old, Executive Director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. Fang Tianlong's best friend and manager, right?" Li Rulong nodded his head.
"Just now, I heard you talking to someone on the phone. It seems like you said you want more money?"
Li Rulong shook his head frantically. The young man picked up the sole of his shoe and smacked it on Li Rulong's face again.
"Who said you could talk?! Who said you could talk?!" He smacked him left and right as he talked.
Li Rulong had never been subjected to this kind of punishment, and within a few strokes, he bowed his head and begged for mercy. The teeth in his mouth were broken several times. When the young man got tired of whipping, he let Li Rulong go and held him upright.
"Are you willing to tell the truth now?" Li Rulong had tears in his eyes and nodded his head aggressively.
"Good to hear." The young man stroked his head, "So there's this client you're talking about. They paid you for Hudson to win and wanted you to do something to Fang Tianlong, right?" Li Rulong looked at the young man, and after some struggle, he nodded helplessly.
He had a feeling that if he didn't match the sum, he would really be shoe-horned to death by the other side. He clenched his teeth and admonished himself in his mind that now that he had been kidnapped, he had to bow down. He would definitely kill this young man as long as he could get out of here alive.
"Twenty years ago, the reason why Chen Xiao lost the match was also your doing?" The young man continued to ask. Li Rulong hesitated slightly, and the young man raised the sole of his shoe and was about to strike, scaring him so much that he nodded his head.
There is no one else here. Even if he reports this young man, he will not admit to it. Chen Xiao died last month, and his cause of death was unknown. Li Rulong thought he was obedient to the young man and could be spared from the pain. Who knew that he nodded, the young man's smiling face instantly became fierce.
"I'll break your grandmother's legs!"
The young man was mad. The soles of his shoes fell on Li Rulong's head and face like raindrops, hitting multiple times. Li Rulong had never received such severe beatings, and the intense pain in his body made him continue to spasm. He begged, trying to talk to the young man. If he lets him go, he will give him lots and lots of money.
But the young man did not give him a chance to speak. As if there was an endless amount of anger was thrown. Li Rulong was soon beaten into unconsciousness. The second before he passed out. He saw the young man looking down at him with a disgusted expression.
"In this society, there are always some pigs who can't even be considered human for the sake of money. In the beginning, I couldn't figure it out. But when I saw you, now I understood. For the money, you can betray your friends, relatives, country, and even souls. You are just wearing an empty human skin, even worse than animals. If we let people like you continue to roam in this world, then God is really blind!"
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Twenty minutes before the boxing match started. Backstage lounge.
"Master, the boss went out to the toilet for half an hour. Why hasn't he come back yet?" Fang Tianlong was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed. It was like he didn't hear what his disciple said.
Another disciple who looked more mature said, "Maybe he met someone he knew. Let me go check."
He got up and opened the door but found an extra sack outside the lounge door, which seemed to be stuffed with a person.
With an unsettling feeling in his heart, he hurriedly untied the sack and found that inside was Li Rulong, the manager of this match. He looked around and immediately dragged the sack back to the lounge.
"Master, look. It's the boss! He had been beaten up. Qingshan, Call the ambulance!" Fang Tianlong, who had been chilling before his match, opened his eyes.
Seeing this scene, he frowned slightly. The disciple freed the already unconscious Li Rulong from the sack, only to find that there was still a camera inside, with a card stuck to it. The card was obviously a corner torn off from some propaganda poster.
It was written in wildly exaggerated font with a few big words, "I'm a greedy pig."
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At this same time, Zhang Jue returned to his seat. Knowing the truth of the matter, he was in a mood that could not be described as good or bad.
He thought of old man Chen.
The old master was spontaneous at heart, and a simple failure was not so bad as to make him retire in disgrace. The only explanation was that he knew someone had victimized him, and that person was also his friend.
The old master is dead. Although he didn't say anything, he still thought about that battle for many years. Suppose the two sides fight squarely how the victory or defeat is still unknown. But under the circumstances, it was impossible for him to challenge Chris again, which was probably the regret of his life. Fang Tianlong took on Hudson this time, hoping for a fair result.
The time was 7:50 PM, and there were only 10 minutes left before the match started. Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the ring.
Outside the competition arena. Two well-equipped teams took over the policing of the entire venue. A captain-like man turned on his walkie-talkie, "Mole, This is Raccoon. We've searched the entire West area and no sight of the target. What's the situation on your side?"
A gruff voice came on the other side of the intercom, "The East area has also been searched, no sight of the target found. Damn, I don't know where it went."
Captain "Raccoon," said, "If I'm right, the target should be inside the arena. We must arrest the target as soon as possible. Otherwise, the consequences are unthinkable."
"Fuck!"
The captain of the "Mole" cursed again, "There are probably thousands of people in this arena, and I don't want that calamity to be buried with him amongst these people!"
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The match between Hudson and Fang Tianlong was a clash of Chinese and Western cultures, despite the fact that both of them were not in the same weight class or even in the same martial arts. The fight follows the same rules that Chris and Chan Xiao fought twenty years ago. No attacks on the lower body or eyes, no weapons allowed (boxing gloves allowed), and no restrictions amongst other techniques.
The match was divided into five rounds consisting of three minutes, and if one of them lost or surrendered before the round ended, the other side won the fight immediately. If the two sides fight to the end, a panel of 12 international judges will score both players, with each effective attack counting as one point and the highest score winning.
This rule seems fair, but the judges' scoring varies from one to another. Both Chen Xiao back then and Fang Tianlong today have developed tactics to defeat each other within the match time. It is also the best way to show-off about the greatness of Chinese martial arts.
The match was about to start, and the arena was already full of people. Zhang Jue also regained his seat. At this time, a man sneakily approached.
"Brother, the seat next to you is empty, right? Can you let me sit for a moment?" Zhang Jue looked up, only to see that the other person was wearing a large helmet with a very strange shape. This kind of event was all about seating in pairs, and this man obviously hadn't bought a ticket but had somehow slipped in.
Zhang Jue took a look at him and thought it was a bit strange, but didn't say much and stood up to let him pass conveniently. Only the last 5 minutes were left before the match started.
Both fighters entered the arena. With the host's passionate introduction, a cheer went up in the crowd.
Hudson was the new champion of boxing and was loved by the people of Mei, while Fang Tianlong represented the ceiling of Eastern martial arts and had many supporters.
Fang Tianlong's expression was calm on the big screen, seemingly completely unaffected by the Li Rulong incident. Zhang Jue secretly nodded his head. This was the style of a master.
"Fuck!" A low cursing sound came. Zhang Jue glanced to the side, only to see that the man who had just sat next to him had taken off his helmet.
His head and face, and hands were full of scars, both old and new. It was not the kind of scar that had been injured. It looked like he had accidentally bumped into it, just like a blind man. He had just taken off his helmet, not holding it, and accidentally hit his foot. He tried to pick it up, and his head hit the chair in front of him, causing him to scream in pain, looking like an unlucky old man.
Zhang Jue looked at him and suddenly remembered a line from Lao Guo, "The horizontal ground pulling the carriage a step from the hurdle. Making it fall involuntary. All of the goods in the carriage were chaotically lost." When the man saw Zhang Jue looking at him, he seemed embarrassed.
He took out a bottle of Coke, "Do you want a drink?"
Zhang Jue instinctively stepped away from him, "Thanks, I just had one."
"Then I'll make it easy on you." The man laughed and opened the Coke. Who knew foam would come out at once. He hurriedly used his mouth to plug it. But the foam was too much, and it came straight out of his nose and eyes, like a dragon playing with water. He could not hold it and vomit on the ground. The people around him all scattered and looked at him with disgust.
Seeing his embarrassment, the corners of Zhang Jue's mouth twitched, and he was glad he had seen it coming.
"Excuse me. I'm really sorry." The man apologized to the people around him, then got up and left, probably wanting to go to the restroom to clean up. As he came out, he tripped over a chair again. Zhang Jue wanted to reach out to help him but suddenly had a bad feeling about it. So, he forced himself not to move. The unlucky man fell again and then disappeared at the end of the corridor amidst the contemptuous gazes of the crowd.
Zhang Jue looked at him and then at the big screen of the match, then narrowed his eyes and followed him. Meanwhile, Du Jingtian, who was sitting in the VIP Front Row seat, answered a phone call.
"Hey, it's me. Yeah, I'm here. Okay, I got it." He stood up and looked around.
The waiter next to him immediately bowed and asked, "Mr. Du, what can I do for you?"
Du Jingtian waved his hand at him, "Nothing, I'm going to the restroom." Du Jingtian walked all the way to the outfield. When he came to an unoccupied place, he took out another phone.
"Mr. Lei, I'm in the boxing arena right now, and there's a little 'something' happening here."
Lei Shan's voice came from the other end, "Is there any problem?"
"Yes." Du Jingtian said, "Things may be rather troublesome, I think… this match may not be able to go on."
"I know." Lei Shan said, "Do what you need to do. If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame."
"No." Du Jingtian said, "Mr. Lei, I can't afford such a big burden. There's someone I knew here."
"Who?"
"Zhang Jue, Advisor Zhang."
"Oh? He's there?" Lei Shan smiled, "Good then. It's not the first time we've worked together anyway. Let him take command of the situation."
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The bell for the start of the match finally rang. Hudson's touched his boxing gloves while Fang Tianlong arched his hand. A world war was about to kick off.
Out of sight, the members of the two MTF squads also began to infiltrate the tournament grounds secretly. At this moment, Zhang Jue was looking for the figure of the man from earlier in the restroom.
"Where did it go?" He frowned but never found it. Suddenly, he felt a bad chill run through his body.
He turned around, and he saw another person. It's The old man before. The old man looked old, about 80 or 90 years old, with white hair and a nearly connected beard. He was wearing raggedy clothes, with a cloth bag slung over his right hand, looking like a vagrant.
Zhang Jue looked at him, and he looked at Zhang Jue.
"Young man." The old man's voice sounded hoarse, "You're here."
Zhang Jue cocked his head. "Old man, you... are waiting for me?"
"Can't say I'm waiting either." The old man said, "I can't stay in one place for too long. I just came to look for you."
Zhang Jue's whole body trembled with sweat, and something bad lingered in his heart.
"Old man, you don't want to invite me to dinner, right? I'm really sorry, I've recently lost weight, and I quit dieting."
The old man shook his head slightly, "Young man, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you to do me a favor."
Zhang Jue asked, "What kind of favor?"
"Please, please kill me."
"That was an odd request." Zhang Jue said. He didn't act rashly because he could tell that the old man wasn't joking.
He could feel the dark aura emanating from the old man's entire body. The intensity of this aura was so high that he had only seen it on two people so far. One was SCP-343 (God), and the other was SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King). And among them, SCP-343 is the densest one. In addition to the intensity, the three gave Zhang Jue a different feeling.
The aura on SCP-343 was chaotic and fuzzy. The aura on the Hanged King was dark red and bloody. In comparison, the aura on this old man's body was dark and withered. His body could only be described as a lake that was about to dry up, completely devoid of life. It was like a living dead man.
"I know who you are." Zhang Jue looked at the old man in front of him.
"It doesn't matter who I am anymore." The old man sighed, "If you don't want a disaster to happen here. Kill me, or all of you will be killed by me quickly."
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