"If you dare to spout nonsense again, I swear I'll shatter you into glass shards and make you a true scumbag,"
Ren Yuanhao's actions attracted quite a crowd of onlookers, the kind who enjoyed drama and never shied away from fanning the flames. Seeing the commotion, they didn't step in to mediate, but instead egged him on.
The roaring electronic music blended with the jeers, rising and falling.
It took the man a while to react, his face burning. He merely grunted twice. His dark-skinned girlfriend wiped his blood with a tissue and whispered a few words. Only then did he leap from the stage.
Cheng Li also squeezed through the crowd, thinking it would be a double win if she could use her ex-boyfriend's hand to kill the man in front of her. Though she stood amidst the throng, she remained silent, transforming from the protagonist into a mere spectator.
"Only a gigolo would use such despicable tactics for a sneak attack. If you have guts, let's go one-on-one on the stage?"
The man, named Fei Qi, relied on his muscular physique, making a living fighting underground in this boxing club. He was quite well-known.
"Sneak attack? Please clarify, this glass landed on your face from the front. Oh, I see, scumbags always have poor eyesight, otherwise, how could they fall for a woman as dark as that?"
Ren Yuanhao took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and then directly spat smoke onto Fei Qi's face.
The jeering was deafening.
"Damn it, you brat must be tired of living! Husband, beat him to death!" The black woman, her shortcomings exposed, jumped with anger.
Fei Qi, receiving the command, immediately reached out his right hand to grab Ren Yuanhao. However, Ren Yuanhao seemed to have anticipated his move, turning sharply to the right, effortlessly dodging his grasp.
"Gigolo, is that all you can do, just dodge!"
Ren Yuanhao took another drag of his cigarette, a slight smile on his face. "What's the fun in just fighting? Let's make a bet."
From the two exchanges, Fei Qi could tell that the young man in front of him had quick reflexes, but on the stage, in a confined space, his advantage would be nullified. Wouldn't he then be at Fei Qi's mercy?
With this thought, he replied in his shrill, almost feminine tone, "Bet on what? I'll see it through to the end."
"Good, decisive. Now, everyone here has heard it, please be witnesses. If you lose, you'll pay for all the drinks and food tonight."
"Hey, brat, you haven't said what happens if you lose!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ren Yuanhao wagged two fingers and sneered, "I never lose to a scumbag."
"Who can't talk tough? Just be careful not to bite off more than you can chew!" Fei Qi flipped over and jumped onto the stage, beating his bulging chest muscles like an ape, though his high-pitched voice was rather distracting.
The onlookers were regulars here and knew Fei Qi's prowess. This fair-skinned man, who indeed bore some resemblance to a gigolo, winning against Fei Qi would be a rare occurrence.
These spectators were anticipating a good show; the greater the disparity in strength, the happier they would be. Then, the mingled taste of blood and wine would be utterly delightful.
At this moment, Cheng Li began to feel confused. This young man, calling him a scumbag with every other sentence, was clearly trying to protect her, yet she herself...
"Forget it, you're on my assassination list, and for my reputation, you have no choice but to die!" Cheng Li, like a snake hidden in the crowd, her eyes gleamed with a dark, verdant light.
Ren Yuanhao wasted no words, leaping onto the stage.
At this point, the referee, who had been drinking in the shadows, also jumped onto the stage. He roared in a thunderous voice, overpowering the agitated electronic music, "Fists and feet have no eyes, stop at the point of injury!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill him, but I can't guarantee I won't cripple him!"
Fei Qi pushed the referee aside and launched his first offensive.
Once on the stage, he seemed to have regained his former fierce aura. His fists struck out left and right, carrying slicing winds. Ren Yuanhao, lacking any boxing experience, was repeatedly forced to the edge of the ring despite his extreme agility, narrowly dodging his punches on several occasions.
"If you're a man, fight me head-on. What kind of man just dodges and weaves!"
Fei Qi threw a straight punch followed by a hook, growing more spirited with each blow, as if already seeing this man fall beneath his fists and beg for mercy.
"Beat that gigolo to death, hurry up!"
The black woman excitedly leaned towards the edge of the ring, shouting encouragement.
"Hey, gigolo, where's that arrogance from earlier? Come at me!" Fei Qi pressed forward, continuously slapping his face provocatively, his expression ferocious, spittle flying.