Clinton District, also known as Hell's Kitchen, is the most chaotic place in the entire Gotham, especially for its chaotic living quality, intense ethnic conflicts and extremely high crime rates.

As soon as Robert stepped onto this land, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

The air here is filled with an extremely unpleasant smell, which is more trash can flavor than the unwashed black raincoat.

And it can be said that it is even worse, because cigarettes, beer and strong hormones are circulated everywhere, which makes people unable to help but think that the trash can is also a good place.

Of course, there is no reason for this. There are cigarette butts, beer bottles, and blood stains all over the floor.

As soon as he got off the ground, Robert could see the big man squatting on the side of the road smoking, two gangsters who were posing against the wall, drinking with wine bottles, and cursing a few ugly swear words from time to time.

It happened to meet his gaze.

"Hey! Brother, why don't you go to school well?!"

The big man threw away the cigarette butts that were lit with sparks in his hand and surrounded Robert with the two.

"Speak carefully if you have something to do." Robert raised his head slightly, trying to see the face of the person in front of him more clearly.

"I have something to say, beat him up first, my brothers are itchy!"

On a black night, on a muddy road under neon lights.

There was a sound of fighting from the flesh.

As the sound ceases.

He kept moaning out of the mouths of the three people under his feet.

Robert rubbed his fists. Now he has two levels of agility and strength.

Even if you lack the endurance, it is no problem to use spider sensing to deal with three gangsters.

"I ask, you answer."

“Where is the underground boxing ring?”

"I know, I know..." the big man who smoked raised his hand.

"The fork in front of you, turn right, and just walk all the way..."

Robert frowned.

"Although this is impolite, I have to question it. After all, Hell's Kitchen is not such a good place to get along with."

"Maybe, the place you point me is the old nest of the Hands Association."

The three of them looked at each other, and the man smiled awkwardly, "How could that be? I should have said the wrong thing just now. I drank too much and drank too much. The underground boxing ring is on the left hand side of the fork in the road. You can just walk to the end."

Get a satisfactory answer.

Robert ignored the three people on the ground and walked along the road with his mace.

According to what the Han later said, Robert went to the fork in the road and turned to the left.

Although I met many gangsters and drunks on the way, I didn’t have much interest in him.

After all, most of the people who can appear here are not rich people.

Except for a few stupid rich people who are attracted to rob.

Most people fight purely for a fight.

Just like the three gangsters I met just now, they probably just lost money in the casino or lost in the boxing ring and came out to relieve their boredom.

But their luck was not very good, and they met Robert, who was driving spider sensing.

As soon as they make a move, Robert will move his body significantly to avoid being hit by their fists.

And your fist will hit the other person hard in the face at this moment.

In this way, it is not impossible to beat it into a pig's head.

I won’t talk about the boring content for now.

Robert always felt as if he was staring at him all the way.

After a little attention, I realized that there were sparks and vicious curses ignited from time to time in the houses on both sides of the street.

Pairs of eyes passed through the gaps in the iron fence and turned their eyes on Robert.

Their eyes seemed to be mocking: Another little fat chicken came to Hell's Kitchen.

Speaking of fat chickens.

Robert thinks he has a reason to speak out.

Just on the billboard on the roadside, an old man with a white beard could be seen faintly.

It says "A roasted chicken costs two hundred dollars, welcome to the ginger chicken."

Let’s not talk about how crazy the name of Jinji Chicken is, just say that it costs 200 US dollars per roast chicken.

Two hundred dollars.

If you have this money, Rob can buy two roast chickens, or go back and forth to Hell's Kitchen twice.

Robert was deeply troubled.

After swearing that he will never go to this hotel in the future, Robert finally arrived at his destination - the underground boxing ring.

What you can see is an authentic tunnel that leads directly to the underground, with the prosperous fire in it forming a sharp contrast with the desolate night outside.

As a distinction between the two, the two security guards at the door are also inseparable from this place.

He is dressed in regular decoration, wearing black sunglasses, and a shock stick or even a pistol cover around his waist.

Robert approached quietly, thinking that he would be stopped, but unexpectedly he successfully entered it.

It seems that this underground boxing ring is a place where it is easy to get in and difficult to get out.

Robert lowered his hood and scrambled into the crowd cautiously.

After finding a place with a wider vision, Robert had a glimpse of the entire underground boxing ring.

The crowd was constantly barking around an open space surrounded by barbed wire.

Through the gap between the crowd, Robert could vaguely see the opening maker surrounding the audience.

Obviously they are now trying to play the players who are interested in their hearts.

"Spider-Man, I bet Spider-Man can win, haha, Spider-Man directly stopped a train a few days ago. Have you heard of it? A train!"

"Tsk, what's the matter? Spider-Man is just a newcomer who has appeared recently. If you want to, just go to Daredevil! Daredevil has been in the limelight in the past or two years, and has repeatedly disrupted Jin Bing's game!"

"Maybe this time, Jin Bing and the others will have to lose all of them if they want to play counterfeit games!"

"Spider-Man's strength is there, don't say anything. I bet Spider-Man can win, I'll invest a thousand dollars!"

"One thousand dollars, haha, I bet one thousand five hundred dollars, Daredevil can win, he won every time before, how could he be defeated by a newcomer this time!"

"Darkward is a stick-beating man, at most bullying the gangster. I'm a spy. I've seen news reports of him fighting with the Green Devil in Queens. Good guy, that Green Devil is driving a flying vehicle. This can't beat Spider-Man. How could a stick-beat him be able to beat him? Five hundred dollars!"

Spider-Man…

When Robert heard Spider-Man's name, he held his forehead. Peter really ran here to fight the ring.

Daredevil...Darkward...This sounds so familiar...

It's not that blind man...

Robert is most certain that Daredevil is Matt, but he doesn't know what age Matt is now.

If someone is in his prime...

Peter, surrender, your turtle punch can only be beaten.

Robert couldn't do anything for a while, so he simply fell in love with the bar, sat in a high chair and asked the waiter for a glass of beer.

"Fifty dollars a bottle."

"Forget it." Robert was bored.

"Just get a bottle of boiled water."

"A bottle of boiled water costs five dollars."

Robert admitted it, but there is no threshold for getting started. The threshold is here. He asked, "What do you want to pay for me?"

The waiter chuckled and said, "Customer, you are so good at joking. In this hell kitchen, the only thing you don't have to pay is human life."

"No, you said something wrong, there is still urine for no money." Robert looked at the ring.

At this time, figures gradually appeared in the passages on both sides of the arena.
Chapter completed!