Gu Jianlin bent down and pulled out the dagger, and saw many people in the building opening the door and coming out. The sound of the door opening and closing was mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps and some excited whispers.

"Hurry, I'm afraid the boxing match is about to end. I paid the vulture 100,000 yuan!"

"One hundred thousand? Where did you get one hundred thousand, you poor guy? You didn't use the money your wife bought for medicine, did you?"

"Nonsense, if he wins this round, he can change his wife. If he loses, he can still change his wife."

"It makes sense. If I had known it, I would have stolen my father's pension money and gambled it away."

Gu Jianlin looked silently at the middle-aged man on the ground who was about to expire. His raised right hand suddenly lit up with a pale will-o'-the-wisp, and then he raised his hand to touch his heart, absorbing his life force.

At this time, Gu Jianlin remembered what the little boy said.

No one here deserves your help.

Indeed, regardless of the evil these people have to do in order to survive in the forbidden area.

You should first think about why these people ended up here.

Some people may be innocent, but most of the poor people here must be hateful.

For example, those gambling dogs I passed by just now.

Gu Jianlin remembered that when he was a child, he had a neighbor who liked gambling very much. At first, he won a house through gambling, but then he got out of hand, and finally lost everything and lost his wife and children.

In the end, the creditor forced him to live in a small earthen house in the countryside. Later, he heard that he had died, and he didn’t know how he died.

Such people are not worthy of sympathy, because stupidity is the original sin.

Gambling seems to be a matter of probability and luck, but in fact it is a kind of IQ tax.

A fascinating IQ tax.

The real horror of gambling is that as long as most people get a little benefit from gambling, they will be out of control like they are addicted to drugs. They will continue gambling without limit, even if they lose miserably,

I firmly believe that one day I will make a comeback and win back the money I lost doubled.

So the question is, when will he stop?

The answer is when he loses all his money.

Unless someone can get a taste of it.

What really determines whether you win or lose is never luck, but your capital.

Suppose that the banker has 100 million and you only have 100,000. You bet until one of you loses everything.

Who will lose everything first in the end?

Everyone knows that when the capital in hand is not equal, this is an unfair game.

Under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible for gamblers to have more capital than the banker.

Unless it is a stronger dealer's dimensionality reduction attack.

The most difficult disease to cure in the world is poverty, followed by this crazy leek.

Gu Jianlin shook his head, and a message rang on his phone.

Shu Weng: "Sorry, Supreme, I lost you."

Gu Jianlin was stunned for a moment and replied: "Lost?"

After all, Shu Weng is also from the Ethereum Association and has received professional training. How could he be lost?

Shu Weng replied: "Sorry, Supreme, I am mentally retarded and stupid. But that kid is not normal. He has very sophisticated anti-tracking and anti-reconnaissance methods, and his technical level is higher than mine. This proves that either he has

The problem is that some high-level elites have taught him this technique."

Gu Jianlin tapped the screen a few times: "Okay, I get it."

Unexpectedly, Shu Weng sent another message: "But that kid seemed to know who was following him. He also left us a note that said - the body was thrown directly into the sewer."

Gu Jianlin was silent for a second, and he understood.

It seems that repaying kindness with hatred is not uncommon in the Sihanoukville forbidden area.

A good person here is like a fool, allowing others to bully him.

No wonder, the first lesson the Blue King wants to teach him is human nature.

That little brat already knew this would happen, so he reminded him many times.

Gu Jianlin took advantage of the darkness to pick up the body and walk out of the dormitory building. Sure enough, he saw a sewer entrance downstairs. The manhole cover had been lifted aside, and it was as deep as hell.

He threw the body in casually, turned around and left.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Gu Jianlin tensed up instinctively, held the dagger at his waist with his left hand, and turned around suddenly.

But he saw a girl in plain clothes, with a smile on her face and a ponytail.

"Xiao Gu!"

She picked up a bag of bento in her hand: "Is there no food in the cafeteria? My dad asked me to give it to you. The rice balls and braised pork rice bought at Uncle Liu's convenience store were just heated in the microwave, so eat them while they're hot.

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Gu Jianlin was silent for a second: "Thank you."

He was very grateful to the father and daughter, but after he realized how dangerous the forbidden zone was, he felt a little guilty.

He is really afraid that the food is poisonous.

"You've been working all day today, are you tired? Seeing that you don't like to talk much, it must be your first day here and you are very reserved and uncomfortable. I was like this when I first came here. I always thought about how great the life outside was.

Okay, it’s too depressing here. Hey, why don’t I take you to a boxing match? My uncle is playing in the semifinals today.”

Zhong Li grabbed his wrist and said: "The underground boxing match in the Spades Bar is organized by the big shots in the taboo area. It is said that if you stand out, you will be qualified to enter the Immortal Palace."

Gu Jianlin's body was still tense, not because he was wary of anything, but because he didn't like physical contact with others.

Among members of the opposite sex, apart from his mother, only Youzhu has touched him so far.

Of course, when he was in a coma, Sister Chen Qing changing his clothes and bathing him didn't count...

Fighting doesn’t count either.

He originally didn't intend to join in the fun, but suddenly he thought that there seemed to be an organization behind the Westport Forbidden Zone, and if he entered the sight of those big shots, he might be able to obtain information more easily.

Anyway, he has a lock in his hand.

Put the human skin mask on your face, and you will suddenly become another person, and you can escape at any time.

Just like a clown.

"If uncle wins the battle, we can buy enough medicine with our money, and we can rent a human smuggler boat next month to leave here and live in a small country in Southeast Asia. But don't worry, before we leave,

I will definitely teach you everything I need to teach you, and maybe you will be the next store manager."

Zhong Li blinked: "The store manager's salary is quite high. But when you go to the Spades Bar later, you should be careful not to offend those evil stars. Let's go, let's go find my dad first, he's there

Even if you wear it, you can squeeze in the front."

The Spades Bar was bustling with people, colorful lights flashed above the dome, heavy metal roared vaguely and wantonly, and the hoarse singing sounded like soldiers roaring on the battlefield, rough and wild.

The fight between the two boxing champions has reached a life-threatening level.

Wild Dog is a burly man with a height of two meters and a weight of nearly 250 kilograms. However, he was covered in blood from the beating, his face was so swollen that his facial features were distorted, and all his teeth were broken.
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He knelt down on the ground panting, with countless broken bones in his body.

The right hand dropped down weakly, obviously being interrupted.

The Vulture is a middle-aged man. He doesn't seem to have anything outstanding in terms of height or weight, but his pupils are blood red, and his body is scarred and covered in blood.

A gas-torn scar penetrated the chest, and blood gurgled out.

But the advantage is that all the limbs are intact.

This is the semi-finals of a boxing match. Both Vulture and Wild Dog are at the second level of the ancient martial arts path, but the former has better fighting skills and a deeper foundation in martial arts, so he can naturally better display his extraordinary abilities.<

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This is the path of ancient martial arts. If your study of martial arts is not profound, it will be the weakest profession.

But if you have an in-depth study of martial arts, you can almost sweep the same level.

For example, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect during the Southern Song Dynasty, used martial arts to transcend the realm of the extraordinary, relied on his self-created Tai Chi to defeat all invincible opponents in the world, and achieved the rank of demigod.

Bang!

Another fierce uppercut.

The wild dog was beaten so hard that it flew into the air, and its mandible made a cracking sound.

He stumbled against the fence and stood up unsteadily, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

After this punch, the vulture was panting, a look of madness flashed in his eyes, but he did not attack again.

Because after fighting to this point, the spirituality has dried up, and it is purely physical fighting.
To be continued...