"Who is Lan Shao?"
Li Feng squinted at the other party, and Heizi said to Li Feng, "Lan Shao is the son of Sande of the Sky Wolf Association. This boxing ring is Lan Shao’s property."
"So you don’t have to worry about going back on my word. In Lan Shao’s eyes, I’m just a nobody. Unless necessary, I wouldn’t offend Lan Shao."
"But Chu Shiyu caught Lan Shao’s eye, and sooner or later, she will end up in Lan Shao’s bed. Since you ssed up Lan Shao’s plans, naturally, Lan Shao will co looking to settle scores with you."
"However, you’ve really embarrassed , and I don’t want you to get killed by Lan Shao first. That would leave carrying the sha for a lifeti."
Heizi looked at Li Feng with a chilling gaze. Li Feng truly hadn’t expected a nobody he hadn’t even considered as a threat to sche such a trap for him.
"I seem to have underestimated you."
"Mutual."
Heizi didn’t consider Li Feng anything significant. "Let’s cut to the chase. Just play along with my plan, and Chu Shiyu won’t be hard, neither will Chu Binghe. Of course, if you manage to co out of that cage below, all our previous grievances will be wiped clean."
Heizi licked his lips, rating his own perfect plan a hundred out of a hundred. He relished the feeling of controlling people.
Li Feng looked at Heizi, "I want to see Chu Binghe."
"Fine, as long as you agree to go down, I’ll let you see Chu Binghe. Once you enter that cage, Chu Binghe will be free to go find her sister."
"What about the debt?"
Heizi grinned, "Once he’s in that cage, his debt becos his ransom. Win and it’s all written off."
"Okay, I’ll stand in for him. And if you dare deceive , well, I’ll show you that sotis death is a blessing."
Li Feng gave Heizi a cold stare.
Heizi, unfazed by Li Feng’s harsh words, simply smiled coldly, "You can watch the fight here for a bit. I’ll go handle the paperwork and bring Chu Binghe to you."
After saying this, Heizi turned and walked outside. He wasn’t worried about Li Feng escaping; after all, this was a boxing ring, a subterranean world twenty ters underground. Escaping wasn’t just about finding a way out.
Li Feng looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the cage below.
"The countdown to the match begins."
Two tall beauties in bikinis stood outside the cage, waving the countdown signs.
Three.
Two.
One.
"Where do you think I should start?" Blood Disciple looked at the Southeast Continent lad as if he were a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, eager to start the killing.
"Hurry up, just finish him off. Don’t waste ti."
The crowd below surged, shouting loudly.
Blood Disciple, his nasal bones broken, took a big stride towards the Southeast Continent lad. The lad dodged swiftly, then raised his leg for a flying kick.
Clearly trained in Muay Thai, the Southeast Continent lad’s build wasn’t imposing, but his explosive power was strong, and this whipping kick was full of force.
Thud.
Blood Disciple bent at the knee from the kick and imdiately dropped to one knee. Boos echoed around the ring.
The Southeast Continent lad spun around, delivering another whip kick directly to Blood Disciple’s face.
Quick as it was late, Blood Disciple, still half-kneeling, grabbed the Southeast Continent lad’s whip kick.
The Southeast Continent lad tried to withdraw, but Blood Disciple, licking the blood dripping from his nose, turned his head with a cold look and a sinister smile at the Southeast Continent lad.
"You’re dead."
Li Feng narrowed his eyes at Blood Disciple’s ferocity. The Southeast Continent lad was thrown to the ground like a rag, imdiately sustaining severe injuries.
However, the fight in the cage hadn’t ended yet. It was no longer a fight but a one-sided slaughter.
And this caused the audience around to roar in waves, the ring being a place for the release of humanity’s most primal desires.
Li Feng had heard of it but had never been here before. Today, he was fortunate enough to witness it.
The door of the private box quickly opened, and Blackie walked in from the outside, followed by a man whose face was swollen beyond recognition, resembling a pig’s head.
"He is Chu Binghe, Chu Shiyu’s older brother. I’ve already arranged the match for you. You are the next opponent for Blood Disciple."
"You have two more minutes to catch up."
Blackie spoke.
"You are Chu Binghe."
"Yes, I am. Who are you? What’s your relationship with my sister? When did she start dating?"
Chu Binghe fired questions like a machine gun.
"After getting out, go directly to find your sister. I’ll handle things here." Li Feng naturally had nothing good to say to Chu Binghe, just a gambling addict.
Li Feng just walked past Chu Binghe, and Blackie didn’t expect Li Feng to finish with just that.
"Where do we go from here?"
"Follow ." Blackie led the way out with Li Feng. Chu Binghe looked at Li Feng, "Whatever your relationship with my sister is, I owe you for this."
Li Feng entered the cage, and the audience, seeing Li Feng’s attire, imdiately jeered. Nobody believed Li Feng could win—an unimposing guy, looking quite handso, running here to fight in underground boxing, must be joking.
"What’s going on, how can such a weakling be allowed on stage?"
"Exactly, isn’t there anyone else?"
"No fun, this is just a one-sided mauling."
"Handso, if there’s sothing troubling you, tell sister. Otherwise, co out, and sister will take care of you."
At this mont, Blood Disciple had also quickly recovered and, seeing Li Feng entering the ring, sneered with disdain.
"Heh, didn’t expect a pretty boy to show up."
It’s undeniable that Blood Disciple’s remark roused the crowd.
A bikini-clad woman with a countdown sign walked up, and the host outside the cage imdiately declared the start of the fight.
"Co hit , pretty boy," Blood Disciple crooked his finger at Li Feng.
Li Feng looked at Blood Disciple and lunged toward him with a tip of his toe, while Blood Disciple threw his head back and laughed loudly, patting his chest.
"I’ll give you three moves."
"Who would have thought that the first to strike would be our rookie? The rookie rushed forward and swung his fist."
"Hiss!"
The crowd hissed as they watched—the rookie seed too eager to die, not torturous enough.
Li Feng dashed forward in a flash and slapped Blood Disciple on the chest, then quickly retreated with a tip of his toe.
"Hiss!"
More hissing erupted. Ye Feng’s slap was like an egg hitting a stone, achieving nothing but bouncing back.
"It’s a pity, the rookie’s attack was too feeble, totally lacking in force, not inflicting even a slight scratch on Blood Disciple. This is a real man’s battlefield, and obviously, he doesn’t quite grasp that."
"You’re courting death."
Blood Disciple stared at Ye Feng, his burly body pouncing like a hungry tiger.
"Blood Disciple has pounced! Has our rookie been scared stiff? He didn’t even move." The host loudly comnted, enhancing the atmosphere.
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