Chapter 345 Veteran of the Past

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"Heaven Bar I've never heard of it." Wang Zheng curled his lips and asked, "Is it about Thai ladyboys or black dancers"

"Neither," Han Xinye shook Wang Zheng's arm vigorously and said, "Are you going to go or not"

"If you don't say, I won't go." Wang Zheng smiled and replied, "I'm not interested in such nightclubs."

"I'll go with you," Shangguan Shishi couldn't hold back anymore and interjected.

"No can do," Han Xinye firmly refused her, hooked her arm around Wang Zheng's, and said, "I'm going out tonight with Wang Zheng alone."

"Han Xinye, you ungrateful person. I've been living together with you for such a long time, yet you see other people before your friends. That's too much, that's too much," Shangguan Shishi glanced at Wang Zheng and then looked back at Han Xinye, her eyes revealing a touch of disdain: "Fine, go ahead. I'll stay home with my sister watching TV. Wang Zheng is not someone worth looking up to; you can have him."

"Shishi, you're jealous," Han Xinye said with big blinking eyes.

"Jealous of what" Shangguan Shishi glared at Wang Zheng again and said, "I'm just telling the truth."

"Alright then." Han Xinye said: "If I take Wang Zheng out now, why are you blocking me"

"Fine. I won't stop you. Han Xinye, wait till you see what happens," Shangguan Shishi sat down on the sofa angrily and hugged a cushion to continue watching TV.

"Go ahead, but remember to come back early." Sheng Fei nodded at Wang Zheng and Han Xinye.

"Let's go!" Han Xinye pulled Wang Zheng by his arm and forcibly dragged him out wearing only shorts and a tank top.

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"Lady, what mischief are you up to this time" Wang Zheng drove with a bitter expression: "Every time I'm dragged out by you, nothing good happens. Either I'm the scapegoat or the enforcer. Come on, tell me what's happening this time."

"Have you ever fought in underground boxing matches" Han Xinye asked mysteriously.

"Underground boxing in China" Wang Zheng shook his head: "I haven't participated."

"Then tonight I'm going to take you to experience it. How does that sound" Han Xinye said excitedly.

Wang Zheng said, "To be honest, I'm not interested."

What Wang Zheng said was the truth. He had never fought in China's underground black boxing scene, but he did spend several months in the American underground black market, defeating many高手，見識了人性的黑暗。他取得了九十九戰全勝的成績，在目前美洲黑拳中仍保持全勝紀錄的人寥寥無幾。當然，其他人因為年齡原因早已陸續退出拳壇，王錚也未曾有機會與他們交手。

Almost a fight every two days, Wang Zheng managed to achieve such impressive results within just a few months. He nearly single-handedly disrupted the American black boxing market.

The world of underground black boxing is an area that ordinary people would never come into contact with or even imagine. Words like cruel, struggle, bloodthirsty, mad, and death cannot accurately define it. On that continent, there was a boiling black boxing market, filled with the most bloodthirsty fans, as well as constantly refreshed record-high bets.

Even some European super-rich individuals would place bets there. The richer one is, the more insane they tend to be and the more they favor this kind of twisted hobby. They are not satisfied with seeing boxers decide who wins on a stage; they want bloodshed and death.

If the world is beautiful, then that place is dark.

There, Wang Zheng's nickname was "Old Hand."

He had once been challenged to an iron cage fight. As its name suggests, two boxers are locked in a cage and only one can walk out alive after the other dies. Once inside that cage, it means the boxer is choosing between life and death.

Wang Zheng originally did not want such bloodshed, but in that dark world, you cannot be kind to others because being kind to them would be cruel to yourself. Your opponent will neither appreciate your kindness nor miss any opportunity to defeat or even kill you. In this place, no one can unconditionally maintain their compassionate nature, and Wang Zheng was the same. After suffering a few losses due to his leniency and leaving scars behind, he also became ruthless, using vicious tactics with decisiveness and without hesitation, leaving nothing for later隱患。一個關於“老兵”的傳奇故事正在慢慢展開。

An old hand who always wore a mask, but no one could take it off. Ninety-nine people tried to remove the mask, all failed, all were knocked out.

Of course, when Wang Zheng realized that this boxing ring was slowly changing and eroding his character, he decisively left this violent and money-driven market. Some things can fade with time, but some aspects of human nature's light must be held onto.

That year, the "Old Hand" disappeared from the American black boxing scene without looking back, and that same year, a villain who called himself the "Eastern Evil King" began stirring up bloodshed in the Western dark world.

Han Xingye brought up China's underground black boxing, and there was a hint of nostalgia in Wang Zheng’s eyes.

"What You think too highly of your own skills to consider China's underground black boxing"

Wang Zheng shook his head. "That's not it; I just don't think the bloodshed and violence will be as extreme."

"Indeed, in China’s ring fights, no one dies, and if they really want to fight to the death, that happens privately."

Wang Zheng looked at Han Xingye with a playful expression. "How do you know so much"

Han Xingye puffed out her already prominent chest proudly and said: "I’ve done my homework thoroughly."

"I'm actually looking forward to seeing what kind of surprise you have for me." Wang Zheng vaguely felt that tonight's events were not simple: "Let's get one thing clear, I won't go up on stage to fight. I've long outgrown the age of showing off."

"If I don’t make you go up there, even if you did, it wouldn’t guarantee a win." Han Xingye said disdainfully.

“You’ve even resorted to the method of goading me into action” Wang Zheng laughed: "It's rather unfortunate though, because I won't fall for that trick." He knew that Han Xingye had dragged him here late at night for a certain purpose. Of course, her goal was still unclear. Hence, he needed to make this little troublemaker spit it out herself.

“In fact, I know you must have fought in underground fights overseas, right” Han Xingye changed the subject and asked.

"I haven't."

"You have."

"I haven’t."

"Don’t even think about denying it." Han Xingye took out her phone and pointed at a picture inside, saying: "Look, is this you How dare you lie to me!"

“It’s not me.” Wang Zheng glanced at the photo without any expression on his face. Then he parked the car slowly by the roadside.

In that picture, a man wearing black tight-fitting elastic clothing and a black mask stood inside an iron cage while behind him were countless狂歡的觀眾。

“Why did you stop the car” Han Xingye said with a sneer: “Scared by my photo”

"Han Xingye, what exactly do you want" Wang Zheng turned around, his eyes hinting coldness: "Why are you investigating me"

“Because I like you,” Han Xingye said: “I want to know everything about you. How many girlfriends did you have before With how many people did you sleep together How many one-night stands have you had” She wanted to know all of it.

Wang Zheng was immediately defeated by her words, the coldness in his eyes instantly melting away.

"Tell me the truth," Wang Zheng could no longer bear this troublemaker.

"First answer my question: Is this 'Old Veteran' you"

“Is my answer that important” Wang Zheng touched his nose: "Even if I say it's not, you'll still think it is."

“That’s true,” Han Xingye said. “Actually, when this Old Veteran won fifty fights, his match recordings were already placed on the desks of various countries' security departments, including China.”

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean It means they value this old soldier very much"

"They've concluded that it's an incredibly impressive Chinese man."

"Why not a Japanese person, why not a South Korean, or North Korean This guy wears a mask; even the Americans are possible!"

Wang Zheng was explaining. He hadn't expected to attract so much attention from various countries.

However, Han Xingye looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Why do you look at me like that"

"Do you know what phrase the old soldier likes to say most during competitions"

"What In such a noisy environment, wouldn't cameras miss recording this"

Han Xingye nodded: "Every time he gets hit, that old guy always says— 'damn it.'"

"So you don’t think this person is Chinese"

At this moment, Wang Zheng felt like crying but no tears came.

"Moreover, I’ve carefully watched all his videos. This old soldier uses right fists and left elbows equally; there’s no obvious weakness in either offense or defense. Maybe you didn’t notice it yourself, but this old soldier is just like you— he loves turning around to elbow and kick legs. Of course, the most crucial point is that when walking, his left shoulder is one centimeter lower than his right, and after winning, he likes picking his nose."

"Am I so uncouth"

Han Xingye replied firmly: "You really like digging your nostrils."

"Are you an undercover agent from the FBI or CIA" Wang Zheng thought Han Xingye was quite intelligent despite her seemingly careless appearance. She would have been a great asset to law enforcement.

“Of course, don’t worry about it. It’s only because I’ve interacted with you more that I suspect him of being you,” said Han Xingye: “Those security officials from other countries wouldn’t think of this.”

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