Brother, I will avenge
you with Black
Fist. My heart suddenly sank. A bad feeling like a big hand held my heart tightly. It was as painful as instant weightlessness.
We rushed into the rain, squeezed into the jeep and went straight to the Third People’s Hospital. The rain was heavy and the road was dark, but it didn’t affect the speed at all. My mind was numb as I listened to the dull grinding sound of the windshield wipers. No one spoke in the car, and the atmosphere was gloomy. When we arrived at
the Third People’s Hospital, we went up to the second floor and saw Li Ge and Naikun standing in the corridor. It was very late, the hospital was quiet, no one was there, the light bulb was white, and they were standing there in the corridor. Seeing us coming, Lee threw away his cigarette butt and said in a low voice, “You’re late. You just died.” I
suddenly stood there as if I had been struck by lightning. There was an indescribable feeling that I could hardly believe that it was Li Ge talking, and I even wondered if I was having a dream. I couldn’t describe it, and my consciousness was dull at that moment.
“Big Tiger!” Ah Qiang, who was next to me, let out a heart-rending cry and rushed into the emergency room. They ran in with the murder weapon. But I stood there and didn’t go in. I don’t know, maybe I’m afraid to look, or I can’t accept the fact. I stood there in a daze, the rain on my clothes slowly seeped into my skin, and I felt cold all over.
The tiger was indeed dead and stopped breathing. Two minutes before we arrived.
I didn’t have the courage to go in and see him for the last time. I don’t know why I was so afraid. Maybe I subconsciously wanted to preserve some memories of his past. I didn’t want this last scene to dilute the pictures that had been preserved. So, up to now, the tiger in my memory is still the one who spoke in a deep voice, smiled at me on a rainy night and then drove away. His last scene in my memory was forever fixed on the rainy night before he left.
The big tiger died miserably. The back of the skull was cracked, the radius and metacarpal bones of the right arm were completely fractured, three ribs were broken and the lung was punctured. After he was sent to the hospital, he stubbornly struggled with death for more than half an hour, but was finally taken away quietly on the eve of our arrival. From then on, I don’t know where to wander again. After coming out
of the emergency room, Aqiang knelt on the ground with a “plop” and began to cry. In the empty hospital corridor, the cry sounded like the north wind blowing in winter. Aqiang is the most painful one among
us. He and Dahu are fellow-townsmen, both from Handan, Hebei. They played together when they were young, then graduated from martial arts school together, worked in the south together, and came to Tianjin together to fight here. Now, the brother suddenly left, Aqiang knelt there, tears on the ground, flowing into a slow river. A Qiang, who
was weeping bitterly, suddenly stood up, grabbed the bench in the corridor and smashed it against the wall. With a sharp “click,” the bench broke in half from the middle. The sound alarmed the doctor on duty in the hospital. He came out of the department to see what was going on. Without saying a word, he turned around and went into the room.
A Qiang smashed his fist against the wall with a loud “thump.”. The skin of the fist was scratched, leaving mottled blood on the wall. He grabbed the aluminum garbage can on the ground and smashed it, the glass on the door was smashed to pieces, and the glass ballast was scattered on the ground. Later, the murder weapon and Naikun put him on the ground to calm him down, otherwise I really don’t know what he will do.
Impulse is the devil. But in this world, how many people can restrain their impulses? At least I can’t. If I can control my impulse, I won’t go this way.
Brother Li! Brother Li! Qiang was pressed to death, with his body pressed to the ground and his arms cut behind his back. But he still raised his head and shouted, “Brother Li, tell me, who killed the tiger?”? Who beat him like this?
Brother Li looked at Ah Qiang and was silent for a while. “It’s a bulldog,” he said hoarsely.
“*** me!” Qiang opened his eyes wide and almost bled. “I’m going to skin him!”
Bulldog is a very popular boxer in Beijing and Tianjin. This guy came from Guangdong, and he also has an overseas background. He may have been involved in black boxing abroad, and he was particularly ferocious and desperate. The boxers who died in his hands had at least four or five lives. This guy was born to be a pervert, especially bloodthirsty and aggressive. Because he was extremely cruel in the boxing ring, he could even use such dirty tricks as gouging out his eyes and biting his nose, just like a desperate fighting dog, so others nicknamed him “Bulldog.”
Before the organizers invited Li Ge to send a boxer to fight, Li Ge was in the field, the specific situation did not ask, directly let Naikun inform the big tiger to fight. If he knew to fight with the bulldog, Li Ge would not agree with the big tiger to play. As I
said before, some fighters are not active in the world of black boxing for money and fame, but for bloodlust, for venting, for the pleasure of destroying their opponents, although there are only a handful of such people. Bulldog is one of them. When I left the
hospital, the heavy rain had stopped, but it was still dripping, like a child still sobbing. I stood in the wet air and my mind was in a trance. I couldn’t accept the sudden departure of the tiger for a while.
Maybe I’m too naive. Among them, I am the youngest one, without their complicated experience, without the real struggle for life, without the hysteria for winning a dignity of my own. When I first went down this road, I just wanted to buy a damn computer. I know that the world of black boxing and the outside world are actually the same, are cruel, are ruthless, there are countless people wrestling with each other. But I have thought that these brothers will always be together, training together, boxing, making money, and in the end, when they earn enough money, they can leave here and live the life they want. Kidnapper wants to go home and buy a villa, Xiaoyao wants to open a shop by himself, murder weapon likes imitation gun model, Naikun will go back to Thailand to live with his family, Dahu said he wants to buy a good car.
My tears can no longer be contained, big big rush out, like broken beads rolling into the muddy rain. I wanted to cry with my mouth open, but I couldn’t make a sound. I am really childish, so childish that I can’t forgive. Looking back
now, the past is like a cloud. But I often wonder, if I knew all this, if I knew all the things that would happen around me when I set foot there, would I still choose as I did at the beginning?
I thought about it for a long time. I don’t know. How
was the tiger killed? None of us knows the details. Unless there are individual gamblers who do not bet locally, the organizers will film the process and send it out as an encrypted video at their request. There is no video of the big tiger’s game.
At that time, Li Ge had a friend at the scene. He was a gambler. He told us the scene of the big tiger game. He said that the big tiger was knocked down by the bulldog after a short fight with the bulldog. The bulldog’s legs are so heavy that most people can’t hold them up at all. The tiger stood up three times in a row and was finally knocked unconscious by the bulldog. After knocking the tiger unconscious, the bulldog did not stop, but pulled the tiger’s hair hard to knock on the ground, hit heavily many times, the ground was splashed with blood. After smashing, the bulldog was not satisfied, so he helped the tiger up, leaned on the pillar and kicked it with his fists and legs, and was finally pulled down. When the big tiger was just carried down, his body seemed to have been washed in blood. Before
he had finished speaking, Aqiang crushed the glass cup in his hand, and the broken glass fell on the table, with a faint bright red. Qiang stood up and went to the door and shouted at the outside.
The roar was very sad. For the
next two days, the atmosphere was particularly depressing. No one was willing to talk much, as if he had opened the wound that had just scarred. A Qiang did not pay attention to us. He trained as usual, running and boxing, just holding his breath. The thickened imitation leather of the sandbag was almost cracked by him. Li Ge also specially talked to Aqiang, and the process of the conversation was very simple.
Qiang, don’t fight with the bulldog. It’s too dangerous. That guy is a beast. If you hate him, I’ll just have someone do him.
“Brother Li, thank you for your kindness, but the big tiger died too tragically. I must avenge this with my own hands.”
Qiang, it wasn’t Brother Li who stopped you. It’s a little ominous for you to fight with him. Even if you destroy him, what can you do if something bad happens to him again?
Brother Li, you don’t have to persuade me anymore. I understand your good intentions. But if I don’t fight with the bulldog, I won’t be comfortable all my life. As soon as I remember what the big tiger looked like when he left, I just..
Brother Li sighed, “Alas..” Brother’s revenge, brother’s revenge. All right, Keung, you haven’t spent all these years in vain. You’re a man. It’s worth it for the big tiger to have you as his brother. Five days
later, Li Ge came to tell us that the day of the bulldog race had been set. The very next night.
Hearing the news, Aqiang’s face was expressionless. He just said, “Brother Li, bet some money on me this time.”
Tanggu, evening. The night wind mixed with the smell of the sea blew over, a little fishy, salty and cool. Summer is almost over, and it is no longer hot and stuffy at night. Several of us followed Aqiang to the place of the game. There was no need for so many people to come, but we were afraid of another accident. Bulldog, there must be a group of people behind him. The
race was held in a dilapidated shipyard, whose owner was one of the bookmakers of the race. Many people came to watch the game. They were all local rich people. According to Li Ge, there were several local officials. It seems that bulldog’s box office appeal is quite big. I just wonder why so many rich people like to watch this?
The place is very simple, and a square area is directly enclosed on the concrete floor, which is the ring. Around the “ring” were cast four concrete pillars more than one meter high, which were connected by large strands of iron wire and steel wire in the middle to serve as the so-called “ring rope.”. It’s not so much a fight as a place where animals bite each other. At that time,
I didn’t understand why the organizers and participants of the competition were very rich and why they had such a simple place to fight? It took me a long time to figure out that this is just one of the “heavy tastes” of the rich:
the more such a place is, the more primitive and rough it is, the easier it is for them to get psychological satisfaction when they watch the game. For example, in foreign cage fighting competitions, boxers are put in hexagonal cages to fight. Although it is very safe and no different from regular competitions, it is such a cage that many people can get indescribable pleasure when watching the competition. In the words of the common people, it is bitchy.
Li Ge smoked and didn’t say a word, but I could see from his slightly wrinkled brows that his heart was definitely not as calm as it seemed on the surface. Li Ge is a person who has been mixed up for a long time. People often come to say hello to him, and he also nods to each other reluctantly. After smoking two cigarettes, he took out fifty thousand yuan and asked the murder weapon to help him buy Aqiang to win.
The bulldog came out first. He was wearing a pair of black shorts, and his whole body was swarthy, showing tendons like calves. In terms of physique, it belongs to the absolute strength type. He easily jumped over the ropes and jumped straight into the ring. In the spotlight, I finally saw clearly the appearance of the bulldog, with a flat nose, thick lips, and a big scar of seven or eight centimeters on the left face, showing a ferocious face. It is absolutely true that the Buddha says that appearance comes from the mind.
The bulldog roared around in a demonstration, flashed his muscles, and his provocative eyes made the audience around him restless. His behavior reminds me of the opponent “Electric Baton” I met when I was just fighting black boxing. He is also the same type, but this guy’s body is on top of the “Electric Baton”. He walked back and forth around the ring and then made a surprising move.
The bulldog swung his thigh and kicked the concrete pillar in the corner of the “ring” hard! There is a section on the
cement column, and the edges and corners are not obvious, but anyway, it is cement after all, and the hardness is there. The leg that the bulldog swung up was so powerful that the cement pillar he kicked trembled and a lot of cement dregs fell down.
Someone covered his mouth and let out an exclamation of “whoo.”.
This is obviously a show-off. In fact, the foot strength is not very strong, but the instant blow makes the cement pillar tremble. It can only be said that the bulldog’s legs are very hard. But this action surprised the audience in the stadium, and in their eyes, it was already a divine power. Some of the audience could not hide their excitement when they shouted at the bulldog. Needless to say, they all bet on this guy.
Qiang, go up and tear this bastard up! Go! It’s time for Aqiang to come on the stage. The murder weapon patted him on the back and said.
A Qiang is on the stage. His face was sullen and expressionless, and his bandaged fists were clenched tightly.
Some people say that a dog that bites does not bark, and a dog that barks does not bite, which is absolutely true. When the dog wants to bite people, it is staring at people without saying a word, holding back a fierce force, where will it want to bark. A Qiang is like this now. He walks into the “ring” in silence, saying nothing, but if you stare into his eyes, you will find a chilling desire to kill.
Before the war, the veins on Aqiang’s neck were exposed. I know that his heart for the bulldog has been hated to the extreme, that kind of hatred is too strong to reconcile, if he can be killed, Aqiang will never cripple him.
I don’t know if the bulldog knows about the relationship between Aqiang and the tiger. But if I were him, I would never fight with Ah Qiang. This is because there has been an old saying in China since ancient times that “a soldier who mourns will win.”.
The game is on. The people around him were restless, and the bloodthirsty souls began to be restless again. I don’t have anything to say about the details of
this fight. Enemies meet, especially jealous, the game has just begun, two people put together, directly into the white-hot. I’ve seen dog fighting, and the bloody scenes of each other are suffocating. This game is like a dog fight. Both sides no longer care about their bodies. They have only one idea in their minds, that is, to destroy each other.
This is the bloodiest fight I’ve ever seen, including the one I’ve fought. Although some high-level black boxing matches later killed their opponents from time to time, they were not as bloody as this one. This boxing match is definitely not suitable for women, children and people with heart disease. I believe that people with high blood pressure will faint on the spot after watching this boxing match.
What makes people feel bloody is not only the crazy fighting, but also the attitude of both sides when they bite each other. The attitude of seeing one’s own body as worthless and desperately carrying out destructive attacks to put the other person to death makes people feel that this is hardly human. This way of fighting challenges the limits of human beings, technology, strength, genre, after thousands of years of accumulated fighting experience in such competitions like floating clouds, bloodthirsty madness overwhelms everything.
This kind of competition will not make me feel blood boiling, but will only make me feel cold. I am like a novice monk who practices every day and longs for transcendence, and I accidentally see the appearance of hell.
The white-hot fight lasted less than half a minute, and blood began to splash out. Between the two fists and feet, I don’t know whose blood it is, splashing on the ground like a silent plum blossom. There were no more cheers around, and everyone was holding their breath for fear that they would miss the moment when a fighter was knocked down.
Actually, I hate bulldogs, but I hate these bloodthirsty spectators even more. Audiences in small places like Leda can also cheer for fighters, although they are gambling money, but they can also cheer for the fighters they support. But in places like this, including the place where I fought with Park Songhan, a North Korean man in Xiamen, these spectators did not regard the fighter as a fighter at all. They did not even regard the fighter as a human being. In their eyes, this match is just a simple gambling game, deciding the flow of a sum of money; or looking for the pleasure of blood from the fight between fighters to satisfy their psychological perversion. There is no difference between watching a boxing match and watching a dog fight for them.
I really do not understand, is watching the same kind of fighting each other, can make them so happy?
Because of such spectators, it gave birth to such a brutal boxer as Bulldog. He satisfied the desires of those people, so he had a market and he was welcomed. Just like the world’s inability to curb the popularity of fur, the root lies not in poachers, but in wealthy people who like to wear fur. Consumption always determines production. Can you imagine how disgusting it is for a woman in a mink coat to sit in a high-end restaurant and whisper, “Actually, I’m an animal activist,” while the plate in front of her is still a braised animal carcass. With such people, there will always be poachers.
Tiger, bulldog, and even Aqiang, in fact, they are all victims of this abnormal chain cycle. If it weren’t for these bloodthirsty spectators, there wouldn’t be so many brutal fighters.
At nearly a minute and a half, the bulldog was knocked down by Aqiang for the first time. They are about the same size, although the bulldog’s physique is obviously much stronger, but Aqiang showed a wild attack that is not commensurate with his stature. He swung his legs like an axe and cut at each other regardless of the consequences, making the bulldog look like a sandbag that can fight back. A Qiang did not attack the bulldog who
fell to the ground, but spat a mouthful of bloody spittle at him. This action obviously angered the bulldog, and he roared up from the ground and fought with Aqiang again. At that time, the faces of the two men were covered with blood, and only their eyes were cold, which made them look even more terrible. The wild nature of
the bulldog was aroused, and it was really like a fighting dog fighting around Aqiang crazily. In the face of Aqiang’s sweeping kick, he also fiercely returned the favor, frantically sweeping Aqiang’s torso, and kicked Aqiang to stagger back. After the fierce leg fight between the two men, they carried out a brutal fist attack, like two fighting machines that had been input with fighting instructions. This confrontation, to this point, can no longer be described as cruel or bloody. If I had to name one adjective, it would be death. See
their own life and death like a feather, single-minded only want to destroy the opponent. Niutou relies on bloodlust, while Aqiang relies on deep-seated hatred. In this duel, hatred overcame bloodlust and gained the upper hand. I don’t remember how many punches they exchanged. The bulldog’s head shook and fell at Aqiang’s feet for the second time.
This time Aqiang did not wait for the other side to get up, immediately squatted down, with his elbow tip severely hit the back of the bulldog on the spine. The bulldog’s body suddenly twitched and gave a low cry like a man who had just woken up from a nightmare. A Qiang, covered with blood, did not stop and continued to attack the bulldog’s spine with his hardest part. After several screams, his body finally spasmed in pain.
After the bulldog completely lost the ability to resist, Ah Qiang grabbed his hair and dragged it to the corner of the “ring.” He pressed his head red melon seeds and smashed it against the concrete pillar. Although the sound was not loud, it was like a penetrating drum beating on everyone’s heart. The sticky blood flowed slowly down the cement pillar, and the color was shocking. The bloodthirsty spectators around them did not make any more noise, and they were all shocked. The abnormal spectators met with real cruelty, and Lord Ye’s love of dragons was evident. The
opponent’s men rushed into the ring, and the scene was immediately in a riot. We also rushed up and jostled with each other. Just as the game was about to turn into a group fight, the organizers forcibly separated us. A Qiang has won the victory, we do not need to entangle any more, quickly followed Li Ge left the scene. After
the game, Aqiang’s eyes were still red, blood-red, and I didn’t know whether it was anger or persistent congestion. In the car, Ah Qiang said quietly, “I can’t see with my eyes.”
“Don’t worry, Ah Qiang.” I held him tight. “We’re almost to the hospital.”
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