Chapter 111: Personality Raw Material
After chatting with Vicious Umibozu, the three of them watched several more matches in the Wrestling Gang's large warehouse.
Gu He had truly broadened his horizons. There were bare-knuckle brawls, bouts with barbed-wire bats, and matches utilizing chains, broken glass, neon tubes, and other visually shocking implements.
Although the matches had an element of performance to them, the physical damage the wrestlers sustained was completely real.
Ringside brawls inevitably broke out. Lorna even used a folding chair to smack a wrestler-system Transcendent called Black Bullet.
Word was the evening matches would be even more thrilling, but they had other matters to attend to, so they left with Fist Guy, who had just finished his performance.
Lorna said those 10,000 bucks were well spent, but Old Miyamoto hadn't lost out either, given how he could repeatedly sell tickets. He was a true old fox of the streets.
"Why not use this money to improve their lives?" Gu He couldn't quite understand.
For many of the street dog spectators in the warehouse, the minimum ticket price of 5,000 bucks a day was far from cheap.
"What is life?" Lorna rolled her eyes at him. "Living in some tiny basement room, scrimping and saving, giving up everything just to get viciously bled dry by the Bank—is that life?"