After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: She? Fighting Tu Shan??

Following the staircase downward, the cheers and screams of the crowd grew louder, wave after wave.

One wall away.

Bathed in the light of the wall lamps, the dim steps led to a pitch-black depth underground.

While the outside world was brightly lit with red lanterns and clinking glasses, the underground world was somber, stuffy, dangerous, and mysterious.

Stepping off the last stair onto the ground, Lu Sheng looked up at the man beside her and asked, "What is this place?"

"...Little sister," the man sneered after hearing her question, "You don’t know what this place is, how did you become a competitor? And you just walked in with me?"

Lu Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly: "Competitor?"

"This is the only underground boxing ring in Jiang City, a place where lives and fortunes are gambled."

"I don’t know how you got here, but since you’re in, you can’t just leave without competing."

—Underground boxing ring?

Lu Sheng took a deep breath and finally understood what the blood in the air and the driver’s comment about someone being carried out covered in blood meant.

Underground boxing matches, which are unlicensed boxing competitions, exist in various countries around the world. They are dark zones unknown to the general public, or rather, a black industry.

The underground boxing rings sell "tickets" to spectators on the spot, as there is no income from broadcasting rights or advertising fees, so gambling is the main source of revenue.

The bets are on the competitors’ wins and losses, with odds both high and low.

It’s more fitting to describe it as a combat competition rather than a boxing match. The fighters often battle with bare torsos, creating an atmosphere filled with savageness, violence, and blood, offering the audience intense sensory stimulation.

Describing it with the raw words "Beast Fighting Cage" would be more appropriate.

However, such places were not unfamiliar to Lu Sheng.

In her previous life in the UK, she had participated in the infamous Abis underground boxing matches.

One match each night, a string of battles for seven consecutive evenings, all to win the final prize.

"First, follow me to the waiting room, someone will come to find you."

While explaining, the man led Lu Sheng forward.

Passing through a long and dim corridor, the moment the door was opened, the blinding white light made Lu Sheng squint.

Indeed, the scene before her was completely different from the world above.

At that moment, Lu Sheng stood at a high vantage point. Looking down, the layout was reminiscent of ancient Roman amphitheaters, and the entire boxing space was much more extensive than she had imagined.

In the center of the Great Hall was a large circular boxing ring, surrounded by several rough strands of vines as barriers. Crowds of people surrounded the ring, too numerous to count.

At that moment, two burly men with bare chests and formidable physiques were fighting in the ring.

When the competitor from the Red Team landed a heavy punch that knocked down the Blue Team member, the crowd erupted into rapturous cheers, and everyone boiled with excitement.

Lu Sheng narrowed her eyes and looked on.

Directly above the ring was a large high-definition screen showing a close-up of the action in the ring, so that viewers far from the ring could see the situation clearly.

In the top-right corner of the screen, there were two rows of numbers, one row showing the betting odds for each fighter in the current match, and the second row likely showing their support rates from the audience.

In general, the greater the difference in support rates, the higher the odds. After all, it is not common for a fighter whom the entire audience believes will win to end up losing.

The man, evidently having worked here for a long time, didn’t even glance at the ring but led Lu Sheng straight to a room.

It should be the waiting room he mentioned earlier.

He asked her to wait there and then left.

Three minutes later, a delicate-looking teenager who seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old pushed the door and entered.

Dressed in a simple cyan robe, he had a scholarly appearance. In his hands, he held two items, his voice slightly juvenile.

"Miss, my master sent me to find you."

"These are the things he asked me to bring to you."

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