Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

What we're seeing isn't a club at all; it's clearly a huge concert venue.

The only difference is that the stage in the middle has been replaced by a huge octagonal cage.

Led by a waiter, Irving arrived at the highest stand.

Only then did he realize that the $200 he had paid was just an admission ticket, which only allowed him to sit in the highest stands.

The prices of the spectator stands in the entire club increase from high to low.

The seats closest to the central octagon are for general seating and VIP seats.

Irving asked the bunny girl waitress next to him about the price of the seats.

Upon learning that even the cheapest seats cost $1000 and the VIP seats closest to the octagon started at $3000, with some reaching tens of thousands of dollars, Irving immediately gave up the idea of ​​watching the game up close.

Just kidding, you only get $5000 after working hard to fight a boxing match, but here a VIP seat can easily sell for $3000 or more.

For a time, Irving even suspected that Hudson had given him too little prize money for the boxing match.

Since the match has not yet started, the seats below the stadium are not yet full.

Even so, Irving still felt the unique atmosphere of underground boxing matches.

Bunny girls carrying beer barrels, wearing black stockings and revealing clothing, moved back and forth in the stands, their figures reflected in the swaying lights on the stadium ceiling.

Irving seemed a little uncomfortable and just found a spot randomly.

Since he was quite far from the octagon, his main focus was a huge LED screen, most of which displayed the real-time situation inside the octagon, while the rest of the screen showed a loop of GG's and the details of the day's fighters.

Irving glanced at the two boxers facing off in today's boxing match.

Sure enough, as expected, both were strong and healthy Black men.

One player, known as "The Grim Reaper," has killed 5 people in his last 20 matches, achieving a record of 19 wins and 1 loss.

Another nickname is "Iron Fist," having won all of his last 5 matches; his fists are incredibly terrifying.

It was Kyrie Irving's first time watching a game like this, and although he wasn't playing, he was still a little nervous.

A dozen minutes later.

As more and more spectators filled the stands, the match was about to begin.

First, dancers of various skin colors entered the venue performing erotic dances, followed by the host's passionate introduction.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Welcome to the King's Club! I'm your old friend Green, and sitting next to me today is our special guest, former UFC professional fighter Quell Watson!"

"Tonight's passionate night will be narrated by Quill and me!"

"Hey Quill, go say hello to the audience..."

Listening to the host Green's passionate commentary, Irving raised an eyebrow slightly.

To his surprise, with the help of a professional host and commentator, the once somewhat dull venue suddenly became lively.

Even many spectators inside the venue were drawn in, turning to their sides to chat with their companions.

Irving looked around and then he noticed that many audience members were looking down and fiddling with the chairs next to them.

Many people even took out plastic chips that looked like tokens from their pockets and threw them into the right armrest of their seats.

Irving looked down, puzzled.

It was only then that he realized that the handrail on his right looked like a coin acceptor, while the handrail on his left had a dozen or so small blue and red lights.

Irving scratched his head, thought for a moment, then looked at a black teenager beside him who was holding popcorn and drinking iced cola, and asked:

"Hey buddy, can you tell me what these things are for?"

"What?" Xiao Heizi looked completely bewildered.

"Hey bro, you don't even know this?" After confirming that Irving wasn't joking or genuinely didn't understand, the black teenager finally spoke up:

"The one on your right is the coin acceptor, and the one on the left armrest is the betting machine."

"You need to go to the entrance first to exchange cash for chips, then put them in and you can place your bets on the outcome."

"After placing your bet, you will receive a special receipt. After the match, you can use this receipt to exchange your chips for cash."

The Black teenager, munching on popcorn, said dismissively, "But buddy, I don't recommend you do that. These past few matches, the two boxers have been so evenly matched, it's too hard to predict..."

After hearing the Black teenager's explanation, Irving finally understood.

He looked at the buttons on the left armrest, and sure enough, there were numbers below the small blue and red lights: 1, 5, 10, 20, and 100, which corresponded to the number of bets.

Simply put, if you want to bet on "Death" to win, you need to press the red button, select a number, and then place the corresponding number of chips.

Although it looks very sophisticated, isn't it just the simplest form of gambling?

Irving rubbed his hands together and saw that many people around him were joining in. He stood up and went to the entrance of the venue.

After learning that the chips also came in five denominations—$1, $2, $5, $10, and $100—Irving hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding to reluctantly buy five $10 chips.

Back in his seat, Irving pressed the red button number 5 without hesitation and immediately placed five chips.

With a creaking sound from the printer, a slip with a special pattern was printed out.

Seeing that the odds area above was completely black, Irving was immediately dumbfounded and instinctively felt that he had been cheated.

After asking the black teenager next to him again, Irving learned that the odds for this boxing match were adjusted in real time and displayed on the big screen before the match started.

Seeing that the odds for "Death," the symbol of the red team, were 1:1.5, while the odds for "Iron Fist," the blue team, were only 1:1.1, Irving was speechless.

As we all know, the higher the odds, the lower the probability of winning.

He spent a full $50 betting on "Death," and if he won, he would only win $25, but if he lost, he would lose everything.

Cheating!

He would normally avoid something where the risk and reward are disproportionately high.

But in the special environment of an underground boxing gym, the dim lighting, the noisy atmosphere, the passionate host, and the professional commentary completely put him at ease.

For a moment, Irving also began to feel nervous.

"OK, everyone, the match is about to start. If you want to place your bets, hurry up, there's only one minute left!" Commentator Green said passionately into the microphone.

Sitting nearby, Quill quickly chimed in, "Based on my professional analysis, I think 'The Grim Reaper' Watson has a better chance of winning, although he slightly sprained his ankle in the last game, which might affect his speed today."

"However, I still have high hopes for his fundamentals."