His mind suddenly turned around. Looking at the fanatical faces around him, he suddenly became disgusted. His mood of victory was no longer as excited as before. He finally squeezed out of the crowd and returned to the corridor at the entrance. The waiter who helped him change his clothes immediately came over and put the wide bath towel in his hand on Yi Xuan's shoulder. Unlike the disdain just now, the waiter treated Yi Xuan with unprecedented respect. This was to speak by strength. Although he was just an irrelevant service staff, once he had a status, even if they did not flatter him, he would immediately respect him. This was reality.

When he arrived at the locker room, Yi Xuan stood in front of the locker. The waiter immediately opened the cabinet with tactful tactility and took off the bath towel on his body. There was a hot towel prepared early in the morning next to him. It was just warm at this time, so he gently wiped away the sweat and blood from his body.

"Do you need a shower?" the waiter asked in a low voice.

"No need, I'll leave after changing my clothes." Yi Xuan thought to himself, the sooner I left this place of trouble, the better. When he wiped the hot towel, he felt much more refreshed. He took it and wiped his chest. A severe pain immediately came from his chest. Yi Xuan gently pressed that position. This was the place where he suspected that his ribs were broken when he was hit by the pillar just now. It was even more red and swollen than when he saw it just now. It seemed that although eating buns and using BMG had temporarily stopped the injury, it was shown after a period of intense exercise. He endured the pain and Yi Xuan wiped other places.

While wiping, he walked to the front of the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror who was a little unfamiliar to himself. His body was not very strong, and his face was covered with bruises and redness. Although his face was not seriously injured, his ability to resist hits was weaker. His cheekbones were injured by Black King Kong's uppercut, and they were slightly cracked. At this time, it began to swollen, which looked more intimidating than the wounds on his body. And these were nothing. What made Yi Xuan feel most unfamiliar was his expression at this moment. Maybe he had just experienced the battle of life and death. Yi Xuan looked at himself in the mirror and felt an indescribable hideousness and danger. This expression was so similar to when he first met Black King Kong.

He shook his head, took a deep breath, shook away the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, "I am still me," Yi Xuan murmured in a low voice, throwing the towel in his hand heavily into the tray held by the waiter.

I endured the pain in my body, changed my clothes in a few seconds, tidied up my clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror, which was restored to the shape of a petty citizen. Yes, this is myself, and I breathed out.

He turned around and walked straight out of the door. He didn't know if Hei Pi was waiting outside the door, but he made up his mind that as long as no one paid attention to him, he would quickly leave this place of right and wrong. Anyway, he was going to be finished after this game, so he didn't care.

When he walked out of the locker room, Uncle An, who looked like a gentleman outside, was no longer there, and Black Skin was not outside the door. This was a great opportunity. In enduring all kinds of discomfort in his body, Yi Xuan walked out strode outside. As he watched the door get closer and closer, the bright sunlight shone in from outside, and it was a bit dazzling. The spectators who had not yet dissipated stood around his luxury car in groups. When he saw his figure, some people shouted at him, some whistled at him, and several beauties who were dressed up even threw their charming eyes at him. If it were the past, Yi Xuan might be flattered, but at this time he just wanted to leave here quickly.

These people's eyes were not good intentions or malice. Yi Xuan looked back and ignored them. The boxer's career was about to end, and he accelerated his pace towards the door.

"So anxious to leave?" A low voice suddenly sounded behind him. Yi Xuan's body shook and his feet stopped.

The voice sounded very familiar, and inexplicably brought him a sense of danger. Without looking back, Yi Xuan had already remembered it. Yes, this person was the boss on the phone.

The chaotic footsteps were getting tighter and tighter. Yi Xuan turned around helplessly. Sure enough, he saw Hei Pi and the big man that day, and several other guys surrounded by a middle-aged man, who had already walked less than ten steps behind him. It seemed that although they had not waited at the door of the locker room, they were standing here to observe themselves early in the morning, and they blamed themselves for being anxious to leave and not caring.

After looking up and down at the person in charge, the middle-aged man was completely different from the image of the underworld boss Yi Xuan expected. He did not have big sunglasses, big back, and no black suit, and top hat. He was wearing a silver-gray suit, glasses with gold-edged glasses, and his hair was meticulously combed with a lot of silver-wired hair. He looked at him with a gentle smile. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like the decisive underworld boss, but he looked more like a teacher or scholar, unconsciously giving people a scholarly temperament.

Yi Xuan was stunned. Although he was sure that the voice in his heart was the boss in Hei Pi's mouth, he still asked tentatively: "Are you?"

"I think we were talking on the phone." The low voice came from this person's mouth. Yi Xuan thought to himself that it seemed. When he looked at the boss again, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect. The elegant temperament on his body immediately showed a dangerous aura.

The man said, smiling kindly at Yi Xuan, "But I think I'd better introduce it again. My surname is Wang. People in the mall like to call me Mr. Wang, but Hei Pi and others like to call me eldest brother."

Mr. Wang and Yi Xuan suddenly felt a bitter smile. No wonder the black skin was built by Mercedes-Benz. Can you still call the gang of people in front of you now?

It's completely different from what I guess, but maybe this is the real underworld. Those who rely on fighting and killing and fighting to build prestige will probably have been cleaned up long ago.

It seems that the era of young and dandy who has been fighting and killing to make the world by fighting and killing is gone forever. The so-called gangsters are now more high-end and elegant. Under the cover of commercial groups, they go in and out of luxury cars and wear them. They also look high-end brands, which is far from the image of the vicious gangster bosses in TV and movies.

"Thank you for your hard work, this boxing match was very exciting." The boss said a few words with sincerity, but his tone was a little smooth. "I really want to make friends with talents like Mr. Yi. Although we had some misunderstandings before, it doesn't matter. If you know me in the future, I believe everyone will still become good friends. Come, let's talk as we go." During the conversation with Yi Xuan, the boss always had a faint smile on his face.

As soon as Mr. Wang finished speaking, the black-faced Rolls-Royce slowly drove over from behind, and stopped right between the two of them. The bodyguard behind him immediately opened the car door first, and the boss also made a call for Yi Xuan.

Yi Xuan refused to get in the car just now and said with a look of defense: "What do you mean? Aren't we all finished?"

"Haha, the competition is naturally over, but how can I leave like this before the celebration banquet? If others know, I may say that I, Wang, were too stingy and helped me to kill myself. After the fight, I, Wang, drove me away without saying thank you. How could I, Wang, do business with others in the future?" He said very naturally, and even had a joking and relaxed tone, but Yi Xuan couldn't feel relaxed. How could such a cunning old fox do such a simple thing?

"Sorry, I have injuries on my body, I'm afraid I can't go." Yi Xuan was not moved by Mr. Wang's kind words, but still had a look of an enemy on his face.

"Since that's the case, I can't let you walk back from here alone." The smile on the boss's face remained unchanged, but his tone was already more impatient than before.

Yi Xuan wanted to refuse, but looked at the serious expressions of the bodyguards around him, and it didn't seem like he could leave easily. He looked at Hei Pi, who shook his head gently at him. Yi Xuan thought to himself that it seemed like he would go there today or not. Don't say that he had injuries on his body now, even when he was in good condition, would he be able to beat the pistol in Hei Pi's hand? Thinking of this, he sighed: "Okay, let's talk about it on the way."
Chapter completed!