1718: C1718 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1645

C1718 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1645

Hai Zhuoxuan didn't know what was going on with Ye Nianmo today, but it wasn't good for him to leave Ye Nianmo wandering outside alone. Thus, he told Ye Chuqing that he would be going back late today.

Ye Nianmo had brought him for more than 1000 kilometers and arrived at an underground boxing ring near the city at 2am in the morning.

When the two of them arrived, the situation was very intense. One of the Caucasians pressed the other one down and hit him hard. The host stepped forward to separate the two only to see the people below beaten black and blue.

The crowd burst into cheers and cheers. After the host separated the two of them, the crowd was still unsatisfied with what they had just heard.

Hai Zhuoxuan thought Ye Nianmo just came to watch the boxing, did not expect him to go backstage. Behind him was a man with only one eye, and the other eye was empty.

"Let's spar." Ye Nianmo said in a deep voice.

The man carried a pack on his back and swept his wolf-like gaze at the handsome man in the luxurious suit in front of him. "What level do you want?"

Take different amounts of money from different levels of the underground boxing ring. If one suffered the slightest injury, the amount of money one won would decrease, and the amount of money one won would increase. The highest level was equivalent to signing a life or death agreement, and of course, people loved to watch it.

"The highest." Ye Nianmo said in a deep voice.

Hai Zhuoxuan wasn't going to let him mess around like that. He immediately went up and tried to pull him away, "What the hell are you doing? Are you drunk or go watch boxing or go find a hotel to sleep?"

Ye Nianmo pulled away his hand and looked coldly at the man, "Fight, the highest level."

The man smiled, revealing a jagged set of teeth with yellow stains. His eyebrow-less black eyes stared at the man in front of him.

"Fill out the form."

Of course, the form did not have a name. The people who came here to fight, the people who wanted money, the people who wanted to be happy, or the people who wanted to die.

"The winning amount is 700 thousand, of which 30,000 will go to the family, the remaining 670 thousand will go to you." There was a lot of money, but it wasn't much. People loved to see the dead.

It took hundreds of thousands to kill a person, but a top-notch competition could earn them close to a million in profits.

He only said it once. If his guess was right, this man in front of him didn't care how much money he got. That 700 thousand would at most be the price of two suits he was wearing.

Ye Nianmo quickly signed, "When can we fight?"

"The next one, the locker room is inside." The man squinted.

Hai Zhuoxuan followed Ye Nianmo into the locker room, "What the hell are you doing? Your death is unpredictable. Have you thought about your auntie, or Yiyi?"

"Don't always use these to restrain me!" Ye Nianmo turned around and moved closer to her, grabbing his hand and placing it on his chest, "Do you know, I'm in so much pain here that I'm going to die!"

He grabbed his hand and pounded it against his chest, making a muffled sound.

After changing his clothes, he walked out. Hai Zhuoxuan couldn't stop him, but he was worried that something might happen, so he called Ding Yiyi.

Ding Yiyi and Dr Duan had been guarding Ye Miao the whole time. Ye Miao also had a low fever at night, so the two of them didn't sleep for the whole night.

When she received Hai Zhuoxuan's call, she almost collapsed. On one side was her child who was having a fever, and on the other was her husband, who was recklessly wasting his life away in the distance.

"Madam, please go. It's alright for me to be here." Dr Duan comforted her.

Ding Yiyi kept looking at Ye Miao, feeling conflicted inside. Ye Miao and Ye Nianmo were her most important people, so she had no way to make a decision.

Dr Duan had a complicated look on his face as he said, "Madam, please don't blame the young master. He has a reason for doing this. Please go quickly." He paused, "Young Master has me here. You can't help me here, but only you can help young master."

In the wee hours of the morning, when the underground boxing business was at its best, people got up from their seats and watched the showdown between an Asian man and a white man.

The Asian man had a good figure, but he was very handsome. It could even be said that he had a gorgeous face and bulky build. The fierce and unusual black man's confrontation caused one's blood to boil.

Everyone couldn't wait to see the scene of this man being hammered to the ground, bleeding profusely.

The woman with the high stature walked on the stage while hating the heavens. She threw a coquettish glance at the handsome man, who didn't even spare her a glance as he just stared at the black man in front of her.

"You are brave." When the bell rang, the black man cracked his fingers and his tall body filled with power.

"Come." Ye Nianmo said coldly.

The opponent had been practicing his black fist for so many years, it was obvious that he was going all out, his first punch was already aimed at Ye Nianmo's lower jaw.

The crowd erupted in cheers as they stood up, sighing over the fallen man of their first uncle.

"I think it hurts." The black man laughed.

Ye Nianmo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. With eyes like a wolf, he quickly punched towards the man.

The man obviously didn't take such an attack seriously. He just stood there quietly. Just as he was about to dodge to the front, he was hit in the jaw.

His head was tilted to the side, and the crowd burst into cheers again. Being hit unilaterally didn't mean anything, it was only until they were evenly matched that they felt satisfied.

Seeing that Ye Nianmo was hurt more than the other party, Hai Zhuoxuan's heart leaped into his throat and started to regret not knocking Ye Nianmo out.

Ye Nianmo had received professional training when he was young. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to get close to him. However, the other party was clearly a professional and might even be a mercenary.

He loosened his fist, his abdomen spasmed, and his leg was severely hit. The opponent was looking for an opportunity to make him unable to get up.

By the time Ding Yiyi arrived at the scene, it had already been an hour and a half. The scene had already entered a white-hot phase, and people were crazily taking off their jackets and shouting, almost ripping the roof off.

Ye Nianmo and the black man were both injured and refused to fall, but they had spent almost all of their physical strength. Facing a professional mercenary, Ye Nianmo, who focused on business, was already very excited.

Sweat dripped down from his pores, and the black man attacked again. However, he did not gain anything and was very tired. He thought this business was going to be easy, but he did not expect it to be the hardest.

Ding Yiyi did not dare to shout, as she was worried that Ye Nianmo would be distracted if she did. She desperately squeezed to the front and called Hai Zhuoxuan, but the other party did not pick up.

Finally, Ye Nianmo squeezed to the front and grabbed the stockings. Then, he gave a hard knock and a shrill scream came out.

The African man's hand was broken as he held his wrist and rolled on the ground. "I'm not playing anymore. Hurry up and send me to the hospital!"

He roared, and the girls were frightened, and people shouted and threw their clothes at the field.

The man got up and ran out of the field. Both of them grabbed his shoulders at the same time and carried him back to the field. The one-eyed man appeared, his hoarse voice filled with threat.

The black man clenched his teeth and returned to the arena. Sweat flowed down from his forehead as he screamed and punched Ye Nianmo.

Fear is the beginning of failure. Ye Nianmo beat the guy half to death until he was left with his last breath and the guy couldn't get up anymore.

The host announced Ye Nianmo's victory. The two girls carried the box and opened it in front of everyone. There were 700 thousand in it.

"These are all this mister's." The host shouted into the microphone.

Ye Nianmo bent down and took out a stack of bills. Everyone was paying attention to his actions.

The powerful arms flew into the air, and the bills flew into the audience, followed by another roll of money being thrown into the audience.

Ye Nianmo looked coldly at the people at the scene who were bent down like wild beasts to pick up the money. Everyone was bending down to pick up the money, but the delicate woman was revealed.

His face tightened, he pulled back the spring railing and ran into the crowd.

Anyone who wanted money was equivalent to someone who had lost their mind. Ding Yiyi was pushed around and fiercely pushed aside, picking up the money she stepped on.

"Are you alright?" Hai Zhuoxuan caught him first. Everyone was bent down to pick up the money. Some of them were also stepped on, cursing and swearing non-stop.1

Ding Yiyi shook her head. Before she could steady herself, the two of them were pushed away by the crowd. The field was stair shaped, and she kept falling backward, stepping on the edge of the stairs and falling backward.

A hand firmly grabbed her waist. The other hand was covered in sweat and her chest was heaving violently.

Ye Nianmo carried the person by the waist and walked towards the backstage.

The backstage was relatively quiet. The one-eyed man glanced at him, then looked away. He had already earned a lot of money. As for how this man spent the money he earned, he didn't care.

"Are you hurt?" He frowned at her.

Ding Yiyi slapped him, crying her heart out. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Ye Nianmo's face was turned away from the slap. He tilted his head and stayed silent for a moment. "Sorry."

"Ye Miao has a high fever. At home, there is not a single relative guarding him. As for you, you are spending your life here." Her chest was violently shaking from her anger. "Why!? Because of the money! "

Ye Nianmo reached out his hand in silence and pulled the trembling person into his arms, "Sorry, I really don't know what to do."

He kissed her forehead and kept apologizing. Hai Zhuoxuan stood quietly outside the door. He missed Ye Chuqing and Hai Ziyu a little. He really wanted to go back and see the mother and son.

When the three of them walked out of the underground boxing ring, it was already dawn. Ding Yiyi was very angry, but Ye Nianmo was still unwilling to explain why he abandoned his sick son so crazily.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over with a knife in his hand. Due to her fatness, her speed could be considered as throwing herself into a trap. Hai Zhuoxuan easily knocked away the knife in her hand and also cut her forehead and hands behind her chest, "Where did this lunatic come from?"

"Ye Nianmo, quickly release the young master!" Ali gasped.

Ye Nianmo looked at her arrogantly with his chin held high, with a look of contempt and disdain. He clapped his hands and walked over to her with a smile. "I've been looking for you for a long time. It's been a pleasure to see you again.

"Nianmo, what's going on?" Hai Zhuoxuan didn't understand.

Ali looked at Ding Yiyi. "Miss Ding!" He's the father of your child, and in the future, your child will hate you for allowing others to hurt his father! "

"Ah!" Her chin had already been removed. Her mouth was wide open, and her lower jaw had formed a strange protruding shape. She looked at Ding Yiyi for help, with fear in her eyes.

"Speak... Nianmo." Ding Yiyi wanted to ask what was going on, but she shivered at every word she spoke. Seems like what she said was true?

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