Chapter 15: "You caught me."

The body is weak and fragile15

The gym was lit up and filled to capacity for the long-publicized fight that boxing fans had been waiting for.

It is because of the new boxer in this half year, in this half year's competition sharp, by the big brother's favor let the value of the skyrocketed, in this field of the appearance fee is even as high as two million.

At this point in the background--

"Number 1, should I bandage you again here."

Lu Beihuai sitting on the sofa next to the naked upper body, bruises all over the back of the chest, broad shoulders and strong waist, strong muscles and smooth lines, static muscle state is like a sleeping beast, expressionless, gloomy as the sea of the eyes as if a glance will have a sense of suffocation.

It exuded an unapproachable low air pressure.

"No need." Lu Beihuai looks down and wraps gauze around his right hand, "I'll leave tonight after I get my appearance fee."

"The boss told me, are you sure you won't even fight anymore? Isn't your dad short of money?"

Lu Beihuai's hand wrapped in bandages gave a start, eyelids lowered: "Do not fight, I'm afraid I do not have the life to take care of my father."

He didn't say another word, wrapping his hand in a quick bandage.

The agent, a gentleman with glasses, saw that Lu Beihuai didn't say anything and didn't say anything again.

Heart naturally know what his situation, if it is not because the family is poor will not step into the boxing gym, but how many people can have such a boxing talent, such innate conditions so that this kid in half a year to have so many amateur competitions first title, but also to get so many big brother's investment.

Talented and good looking, it's simply a pleasure to watch, whether it's a competition or an exhibition match.

It's been even more so in the past six months, with packed houses at every game.

It's just a shame that the contract was signed for a field, and today was the last one.

"Uh-huh." Lu Beihuai answered lowly.

He looked at the bandage in his hand, loosening and tugging it tight, then wrapping it harder around his injured right hand, his eyes closing slightly as the clean, pretty face came to mind.

--I gave your dad a bone marrow transplant.

-Don't worry.

Half an hour later, the tournament begins.

The Octagon was already packed underneath the ring, with rich people in suits or expensive long dresses throwing away their money, and even more boxing enthusiasts, all of whom were looking forward to this feast for the eyes.

"#1 ！！！！ Go for it!!!"

The tall teenager standing at the edge of the ring hung his head and straightened his bandages, tugging his lips as he listened to the cheers from the stage.

Only saw him slightly raise his eyes, the light outlined this mask under the sharp and hard side face, pitch black eyes cold without waves, eyebrows indifferent through the unrivaled arrogance, around the body exudes a decadent but frightening sense of oppression.

The lights fell on him like day, broad shoulders and strong waist, a glimpse of his back covered with scars, covered in beautiful smooth muscle lines, but flawlessly taken in by the stage, such a presence compared to his opponent was like the only violent aesthetics under this boxing.

Hormones collide with savagery.

The opponent's boxer, although a being of the same size, was shivering and firm with muscles, and compared to Lu Beihuai the audience naturally knew which face to look at, even though that face was quickly obscured by the helmet.

Both sides put their race gear on one by one.

The referee was already in position, looking at the time in his hand, and raised his hand to signal both sides to take their positions and get ready the moment the second hand returned to zero.

Lu Beihuai walks indifferently to the middle of the ring to face his opponent in this match, seeing that his opponent is showing provocative colors and even making all sorts of insulting gestures in a fancy way.

He dropped his eyes and laughed softly.

The mind can't help but think of someone.

Poor stationery is plentiful.

"Beep-"

The instant he blew the whistle, his eyes sank.

Both sides threw punches almost simultaneously, striking at each other's fatal points!

In just a few minutes it was already clear that the side that had the upper hand.

With a 'BANG', Big Tonnage is then locked in a chokehold and slammed hard to the ground, the other man's arm holding his neck, almost choking him with an intensity that makes the face instantly explode red.

Sweat dripped from the other man's jawline as eyes filled with a desire to live crashed into the other man's icy stare.

Also at this second, the big tonnage seized the opponent's loophole to make a counterattack, flipped up the lower half of his body suddenly clamped his legs on the opponent's head, flipped him to the ground, suppressed him with absolute physical superiority, and his fists madly smashed at the opponent's head.

The head, the most vulnerable part of a person.

Despite the protection of his helmet, he was inevitably attacked, and blood flowed from his nostrils in moments, staining the cold, hard face.

The staff immediately grabbed a white towel and rushed to clean Lu Beihuai's bloody nose.

Because it was a formal match, and the match had clear rules that blood was not allowed to appear in order to avoid too much gore, the staff had to immediately go up and wipe off any blood when they saw which side was being beaten.

The game continues.

Standing in the corner of Song Qie trembling, head blank, he originally clenched the trouser legs of the hands, in the moment he saw Lu Beihuai was bleeding beatings did not hold back to cover his mouth, shortness of breath, the bottom of the eyes to block open the ripples under the tremor of shock and horror.

The heart was suddenly torn raw.

...... is crazy.

Lu Beihuai's name is printed on the competition flyer clutched in his hand.

He then said why every night Lu Beihuai always came back with his hand hurt, face bruised, always smelled potion on him, and the guy even went to boxing.

Just then he saw Lu Beihuai, whose face had been wiped clean, suddenly strike back.

Strong physique counterattacked in an instant, across the distance were able to feel the final strength of the muscles bursting out of his body, backhanded his arm hooked around the other's neck, locking his throat and slamming the man hard onto the floor again.

There was a muffled grunt the moment his head hit the ground.

Lu Beihuai doesn't stop moving, his bruised face expressionless.

That is, until the referee senses the state of the opposition and issues a countdown of ten seconds.

"Ten, Nine, Eight ......"

Almost a full countdown.

"Congratulations to Lu Beihuai for winning this match!!!" The referee steps forward and pulls Lu Beihuai, who is drenched in blood, up by his arms and makes a wild whoop with the stage.

The other boxer has been carried away by a medical team.

The crowd was going wild as the victor's cheeks were covered in blood, blood dripping down his toned arms, all over his body, his blood-stained eyelids slightly raised, his dark eyes skimming coldly across the stage, pausing for a few seconds as they landed on a certain spot.

Song Qie was swept by the dark eyes, her heart suddenly jumped violently, her feet went limp, and she crouched down with her body.

"......"

Crazy about this guy.

He couldn't have guessed that Lu Beihuai was boxing for money... that can hurt!!!!

The face that had been so gentle in front of him knew it was fake, but he hadn't expected to hide such a side behind that mask.

It turns out that every night in boxing, although I know Lu Beihuai is to save his father, but even dared to be so risky to do such a thing, not afraid of injuries and accidents?

What if?

As the event came to an end, and after the doctors gave Lu Beihuai a brief treatment, many of the rich and famous wanted to follow on stage to take pictures with the winners, after all, the event was sponsored by many and the prize money was generous.

Until the end of the photo session.

Backstage, the doctor is already giving Lu Beihuai a simple treatment.

Lu Beihuai thanked the doctor and then pulled on a black sweatshirt, slowing down when he tugged at the wound, but not stopping, and then putting on a hat and black mask to cover the broken corner of his mouth.

The blood that had just flowed was a lot, but luckily his face was nothing, and each time he had a sense of proportion to try not to hurt his face.

He zipped up his jacket and asked with a grimace, "Has the bonus arrived yet."

The agent smiled and patted Lu Beihuai's shoulder, "When did I ever owe you, the boss is so good to you, if you want to come back remember to tell me ah, the boxing gym is always welcome you, good seedling ah."

In the next second, he met Lu Beihuai's gaze that looked sideways, the bottom of his eyes were dark and cold, and he immediately reacted by lifting his hand, "OK, OK, OK, I'm sorry, I forgot that you're injured, so go back and get well."

Lu Beihuai said nothing more, took his patched backpack from a sideboard, put it on his back and left the place.

The tall back's pace was slow, but because of the arrogance in his bones he half revealed the gesture of serious injury.

The narrow back alley is dimly lit, several gray trash can lids are broken and hanging off to the side, and a dozen garbage bags are stacked in the corner, emitting a faint stench of food waste.

Lu Beihuai left from his position in the back kitchen until he reached his position in the alley, his head buzzing, his head pounding so hard that it dazzled him and made his stomach rise with nausea and vomiting, and the sky spinning making it difficult for him to remain standing.

Hands subconsciously held onto the wall as warmth welled up in his nostrils and seeped into the crevice of his lips.

His legs went limp, and his whole body bent his knees and went down heavily.

Instead of what was expected, he was embraced by a thin, soft body.

Also ...... not exactly a full hug.

The lean body was pressed directly against the wall by the taller frame.

"Lu Beihuai!"

Lu Beihuai His head was drowsy, and the anxious voice in his ears seemed to float from a distant place, but he could tell who it was from the familiar tone.

He closed his eyes and sank down to rest his head on the other man, his voice low and soft as he laughed out loud.

I was right just now.

Song Qie couldn't hold Lu Beihuai, his whole body smashed into the wall behind him, feeling Lu Beihuai's whole body unloading his strength on himself, and he could only use the wall to hold him with great effort.

Seeing him resting on his shoulder as if dazed, he pulled off his gag with one free hand.

It turned out that Lu Beihuai was having a nosebleed, which scared him so much that he immediately held his head down and pinched the bridge of his nose to prevent him from bleeding more.

I heard Lu Beihuai suddenly laugh.

"......" He pinched his nose so hard his hand gave a lurch and he went limp.

"Young Master."

"...... you, are you still awake?"

The dimly lit alley was narrow, the tall figure slumped his shoulders, his sturdy and powerful arms propped up on the wall behind the person in his arms, his broad and robust physique completely enveloping the lean and petite teenager, an invisible sense of aggression and oppression spreading down.

"You found out."

Song Qie pressed herself against the wall behind her, feeling a deeper exhale fall against the side of her neck, and the hand that had been pinching her nose was pressed against the wall behind her head, instantly daring her to move.

His feet went limp.

The next second, her waist was lifted by strong arms.

Lu Beihuai wrapped around the soft waist in front of him, lowered his head and pressed his warm lips to his ear, his voice was low and dark, and he asked with a light smile, "Is it scary to see me hitting someone?"

Said Song Qie, holding his large hand on Song Qie's slender neck and forcing him to raise his head.

Song Qie is about to cry, pressed against the wall, eyelashes fluttering lightly, eyes downcast and whispering, "...... not, not afraid."

In the dirty alley, the teenager who was holding his neck and tilting his head up had snow-white skin, and his choked tail voice was trembling, like a white swan on the verge of death that was letting out a pitiful pleading whimper.

When he said he wasn't afraid, he was clearly so afraid that he was going to cry.

In this instant, the thrill of revenge climbed to a fever pitch.

Lu Beihuai thought to himself that it was only right that the man should cry, be afraid, and beg him.