The man took out a green ticket from his bosom and handed it to the yarke-hated youth.

The young man in the bowler hat took the ticket in his hand, stared at the man's face while checking the ticket in his hand, and followed him to hand the ticket to his companion.

"The ticket is fine." The companion took a closer look and said to the young man in the bowler.

"Sir, we're here for the first time we've seen you with a strange face, right?" The yarke-capped youth continued to stare at the man's face.

The man felt very embarrassed under the gaze of the young man in the bowler, subconsciously moved his face away, and then said, "Hehe, it's not the first time. ”

"Really? Generally, the guests who come here have regular customers recommending them, who is your recommender? Is there a proof of his? ”

"Yes." The man took out some more information, apparently prepared.

"Hehe, can you tell me the specifics of the last black boxing match?" Talking about the yarmulke young man chatting about homely things, chatting with men.

Unexpectedly, the man answered fluently and behaved more familiar than the regular customer.

After a while, the companion in the bowler hat suddenly pulled out a strange pen from the man's back.

"Team leader, this is a common voice recorder for journalists."

"That's my stuff, when did you steal it?" The man suddenly became alarmed.

"Is there a pinhole camera here?" The yarmulke hat suddenly took off the man's nearsighted glasses.

On the edge of the myopia glasses, there are tiny protruding objects that you can't see unless you look closely, and there seems to be a small pitch-black lens on them.

"You ......" the man broke out in a cold sweat.

"Come out with us." The yarmulke said coldly.

"Where to go?"

"Go where you need to go, journalist friend."

"Huh. It's all a misunderstanding, or I won't play anymore, let me go back. ”

"If you weren't a reporter, you could obviously go back safely, and now we only have Zaijian." The yarmulke-hated youth turned and left the room.

Next, his companion raised a black pistol with fifteen rounds of ammunition with a silencer and placed it on the reporter's head.

Without waiting for the reporter to speak, he skillfully pulled the trigger.

Bang!

This is the voice that Li Yi zuihou heard.

They even carry pistols at all times? It seems that Old Man Wei's strength must be reassessed. Li Yi frowned.

Judging from the performance of his subordinates, Li Yi was more and more surprised by the strength of Old Man Wei. All the gangs in the province are not without guns. But they didn't have a dead net. They are reluctant to use firearms, in order to avoid offending the nerves of the country.

Only Old Man Wei dared to do this, as long as it was not in public, Old Man Wei allowed his trained subordinates to use guns.

Be well-trained!

These people have sharper eyes than the average person. Have professional spy-like skills. The performance is no worse than that of the military!

The bold old man Wei. There is no doubt about employing people, it is based on strict professional training, this kind of subordinate. Anyone who sees it will feel cold.

Click...... The door opened.

The young man in the bowler hat walked into Li Yi's investigation room, and then locked the door again.

"Sir, please issue an admission ticket." The yarmulke said with a little tiredness.

"Nope."

"What?" The yarke-hated young man's body shook for a moment, and the next moment he became vigilant.

"But I have an invitation." Li Yi explained.

"What, invitation?"

"Invitations for the competition."

"Boxer's?"

"Yes."

"Take it and take a look."

"Give." Li Yi took out the exquisite invitation from his pocket.

This kind of invitation is decorated with gold plating, and it also has a special anti-counterfeiting mark, which is difficult for ordinary institutions to counterfeit.

The yarke-hated young man checked it a few times and knew that the invitation was genuine, but he felt very strange: "Generally, boxers have a recommender to go backstage from another way to wait, why did you just enter with the guests?" ”

"My recommenders seem to have forgotten about me, why don't you let them know?"

"Hmph, it's a very awesome recommender, but he doesn't even take our martial master seriously." The young man in the bowler hat sneered, the martial master he was talking about was the nominal boss of the underground black boxing stadium, Ye Lulu's father, and the righteous son of Old Man Wei, Ah Wu.

As he spoke, the young man in the bowler hat casually glanced at the name of the recommender on the invitation.

"Wei Liang, the boss of the Skull Party?" The young man in the bowler hat said in surprise, "Yes, the wolf is the most powerful boxing champion in the black boxing world right now, and he really doesn't have time to take you in, it seems that we have to do this thing." ”

As he spoke, the young man in the yarmulke found that there was a recommendation behind him, so he continued to read it with a soft sigh.

"Old Man Wei!"

The yarmulkes almost fell when they saw the name of the god-like figure in their hearts on the invitation.

"We're gone, come with me, please!" The young man in the bowler hat wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, and hurriedly led the way to Li Yi respectfully.

The two of them left the screening room in turn, and then walked westward, walking around the large old opera house. The young man in the bowler hat on the road was still shocked by what happened just now, thinking about how could the young man next to him be able to make the boss of the Skull Party and the old man of Taishan Beidou of the Black Astringent Society jointly recommend it?

Could it be that another wolf-like figure is rising?

It must be! Thinking of this, the young man in the bowler hat made up his mind to put all the bets on Li Yi later. As it turned out later, the yke-hated youth should be proud of his sudden decision today.

Because after tonight, Li Yi's odds will become smaller!

Under the leadership of the yarmulke youth, Li Yi entered the backstage.

It seems that Old Man Wei's famous name really works, so let's make good use of this old man, why not? So Li Yi took the invitation as his pass, and after entering the backstage, he randomly found a staff member and pointed to the name of the old man Wei on the invitation.

So these all respectfully led Li Yi, not only that, but also explained the rules and environment of the arena one by one, which is really convenient.

According to the procedure, Li Yi entered the referee's room.

The referee's role in black boxing is not mainly reflected in the arena, because the main job of the referee in the arena is only one, which is to determine whether one of the fighters is dead or seriously disabled. Therefore, the main work of the black boxing referee is placed on the court, such as the review of the player's qualifications, rank, ranking and so on.

Li Yi once again threw the invitation card with Old Man Wei's name on the referee's table.

There was a snap, which frightened several referees and shrunk their necks.

After they saw the names on the invitation clearly, they immediately became polite to Li Yi's attitude, and even skipped the step of the player's qualification review and went directly to the registration step.

Everyone knows that Old Man Mingwei is the behind-the-scenes boss of the underground black boxing, who dares to go against him?

Li Yi filled in the form with height and weight, hobbies, marital status, etc., and then paused when he saw a profile column.

Because most of the profile columns of black boxers require fighters to fill in someone's glorious history, such as who they have killed, what crimes they have committed, and what kind of frightening and shocking things they have had. All of this is a must, and can be used as a reason for the host to brag, increase the popularity of the scene, and control the odds of the fighters.

It can be said that the glorious history of a fighter is too important!

What's so scary about me? Li Yi took the pen and plucked out his ears, and suddenly remembered that he is now a good student in the first class of the third year of high school in the provincial capital, and an intellectual with excellent character and learning in the eyes of the head teacher, Mr. Hu. (To be continued......)