Jin Ling'er saw Du Ming's confident appearance and slightly put her mind at ease. Du Ming suddenly thought of something and said to Jin Ling'er, "By the way, can you help me with something?"

  "What's going on? Tell me." Jin Ling'er asked with a puzzled expression.

  Du Ming said, "Do you have money on you? How much do you have?"

  Jin Ling'er was taken aback for a moment, rummaged through all her pockets, and only found a few hundred yuan. "That's all I have, what's wrong? What do you want money for?"

  Du Ming pointed to the window not far away where people were betting on a boxing match, "I can't place a bet for myself, you help me go over there and place a bet, put all the money on me winning, and when the time comes, we'll split the profit 50/50."

  Jin Ling'er was speechless, "You want me to help you with this? Participate in gambling? I'm a police officer!"

  "Shh, keep your voice down, there's no need to emphasize that identity here. Besides, since you're already here, what's the harm in placing a bet?" Du Ming said with a sly smile. "I'm the newcomer here, so the odds are definitely high. Bet on me winning and when I do, we'll make a fortune! Hurry up and go place your bets, don't waste any more time!"

  "Alright, alright, I'll help you place a bet."

  Du Ming nodded in satisfaction and gave Jin Ling a thumbs up. At this time, the 17th player who had been warming up on the sidelines was already ready and shouted at Du Ming, "Hey! Number 12! Aren't you going to warm up? Are you just going to take it lying down?"

  Number Seventeen had already shed his jacket, wearing only a tank top and large shorts. In this underground boxing arena, contestants didn't even need to wear gloves; the goal was for flesh to collide with flesh.

  Du Ming pulled up his pants, took off his jacket and walked to the center of the field, saying "Alright, come on, I don't need to warm up."

  "Seventeen sneered and said, 'You know warming up is useless now, right? Then let the referee start!'"

  The host beside him enthusiastically rendered the atmosphere on the scene, "Now on the boxing ring is our undefeated general, No. 17 Killer Machine! And this one, a new dark horse, No. 12 - uh," The host turned to Du Ming and handed over the microphone, "No. 12, what's your name?"

  Previously, the staff had suggested that Du Ming come up with a domineering nickname for himself, but Du Ming didn't have the energy to think about those things. When the host asked him, he replied calmly, "My name is Du Ming."

  "Ah, yes! Number twelve, Du Ming! Let's look forward to this exciting match!"

  The audience below saw Du Ming's figure, and when compared to No. 17, he looked somewhat petite, and they all loudly booed and jeered.

  The referee saw that both sides were ready, and the two players pushed off, raised one hand high, and the iron cage around the boxing ring slowly came down. When the iron cage completely covered the boxing ring, the referee slapped his hand down.

  Number Seventeen saw the signal and immediately threw a swift and fierce straight punch at Du Ming's face. Du Ming seemed to be unprepared, but he dodged it agilely with a quick movement of his body.

  Number Seventeen didn't expect Du Ming to be so fast. Seeing Du Ming flash to his left, he immediately lifted his left foot and kicked towards his abdomen.

  Du Ming stretched out his hand, moving as fast as lightning, and grabbed the ankle of No. 17. Originally, he could have broken No. 17's leg bone with just a bit of force, but Du Ming looked at the many people in the audience and thought that it wouldn't be easy for Jin Ling to find the suspect, so he had to give her some more time.

  And if you win the first game too easily, your odds for the next game will definitely drop sharply. At that time, buying lottery tickets and betting won't have such a big return, so it's better to play with No. 17 for a while.

  As he thought so, Du Ming's hands didn't have their next move, Seventeen hurriedly struggled free from Du Ming's control and immediately followed up with a hook punch aimed at Du Ming's cheek.

  Du Ming ducked, and the hook punch of No. 17 missed. Then Du Ming stepped forward, using his shoulder to bump into No. 17's stomach, pushing him back two steps.

  Du Ming only used a tenth of his strength, but Seventeen felt like he had been punched in the gut. He let out a low growl, not expecting that this Twelve, whom he had always ridiculed, would be so difficult to deal with. If he couldn't even beat him, it would be too humiliating.

  Number Seventeen thought this while feeling anxious in his heart and couldn't help but pounce forward, directly at Du Ming.

  Du Ming took a small step back and dodged the attack of No. 17, before he could react, Du Ming had already circled around to his back, lifted his leg and kicked him in the buttocks, sending him two steps forward again.

  Du Ming's strength exceeded the expectations of the audience, in the underground boxing ring is a place where only strength matters, the audience saw Du Ming being so fierce and playing with No. 17, they all started cheering for Du Ming.

  Du Ming knew that the audience in the underground boxing arena all liked to watch close-up fighting, so as soon as No. 17 turned around, he took the initiative to pounce on him, strangling his neck and starting to punch his face fiercely with his fists.

  Number Seventeen was beaten dizzy by Du Ming, and he wildly waved his hands to fight back but couldn't catch Du Ming at all. In the end, Du Ming held Number Seventeen's body and slammed him to the ground from behind himself, then stood up leisurely, clapping his two hands.

  Number Seventeen was slammed to the ground, groaning in agony as he struggled to sit up but couldn't manage it.

  The referee ran over to his side and started counting the seconds, ten seconds passed quickly, the referee excitedly raised Du Ming's hand, "The winner is number twelve!"

  For the audience in the field, this dramatic scene where the seemingly weak side reverses and kills the seemingly strong side is also very exciting and interesting, and they all cheered loudly. Du Ming just smiled calmly at the audience below.

  Someone quickly opened the iron cage and ran up to take No. 17 away, Du Ming found a towel to wipe off the blood left on his hand after beating No. 17, and then put his hands in his pockets and wandered around the venue.

  Du Ming soon found Jin Ling'er and hurried over, "Hey, how's it going? How much did you make by betting on me?"

  "Your odds are really high," Jin Ling'er said with a sigh. "I bet 500 yuan and now I've won 10,000."

  "Hah, the stakes are only 500 yuan in this underground boxing match? That's a bit too little. If I had known we were coming to a place like this today, I would have brought some money with me. I'm sure I could have made a fortune."

  "Alright, alright! I see you're not short of money either, why are you always thinking about making more?"

  Du Ming shrugged innocently and said, "What's wrong with having money? It's just for fun!"

  "Alright," said Jin Ling, "I don't want a single penny of the money we made from gambling today. Just return my principal to my family and let's hurry up with the investigation!"