"Still alive?" The person who arrived was none other than that noisy old yellow ox.
Chen Fan had just called him when he was about to head to the black market.
Hearing his inquiry this time, he shoved Luo Sheng in front of him, "Your referral fee, he's going to fight in the underground boxing ring too."
Huh?
Is it popular to form death squads now?
Is money really that hard to earn?
The old yellow ox looked at the people in front of him with a face full of confusion, but—
Anyone who doesn't make money is a bastard.
He patted his chest and readily agreed, leading the group to the registration point with practiced ease, helping Luo Sheng complete the account opening procedures, and of course, thoughtfully escorting him all the way to the entrance of the boxing arena.
"Go in from here. The first floor is the novice area, the second floor is the intermediate area, and the third floor is the hell area."
"For those of you who can take a beating, just stay on the first floor and dip your toes in, alright?"
Chen Fan led the group downstairs.
Inside was a completely different world.
The decor was an interweaving of red and black, a color combination that most easily ignited the primal urges and bloodlust within people.
Every five steps, there was a cluster of vividly blooming Ming Shen Grass.
It made one feel refreshed the moment they entered.
Further inside, the scene gradually became more boisterous and lively.
Chen Fan heard cheers and shouts from afar for his favorite fighter.
Like a regular, he led his group to the spectator area first.
Everyone was already filled with righteous indignation from the exhilarating boxing matches on stage!
And it was precisely because of the enthusiastic feedback from these spectators that the fighters on stage became even more spirited and passionate.
Chen Fan glanced at Luo Sheng, who had been silent beside him for a long time, and asked, "Afraid of dying?"
Luo Sheng paused, his gaze fixed on the stage, a scorching light gradually igniting within his eyes. "Not afraid."
Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction. "Your fighting style is not wrong, similar to Luo Er's, but subconsciously, you know he won't hurt you, so you can't stimulate the burst of power that comes at the brink of death."
"Go fight them."
"In the boxing arena, they are all desperate souls fighting for money. No one will care about your identity. Once you step onto that stage, you are merely a coveted score to them."
"If you can't reach the third floor in half a month."
"Don't even think about earning respect in the Luo Clan's assessment."
Luo Sheng clenched his fist by his side, then nodded resolutely, "I'll go activate it." Without waiting for the reactions of those present, he turned and walked directly towards the management office.
Luo Er stood beside Chen Fan with a worried expression. He hadn't expected that the so-called training would involve this kind of activity!
Indeed, as Chen Fan had said, the participants in the boxing matches were all reckless desperadoes. If the young master were to truly...
While he was pondering, Chen Fan threw the medicine bottle he had been holding to him. "This is a Marrow Cleansing Pill."
"When he can't hold on, feed him one. It can protect his heart and reshape his bones."
Luo Er's eyes lit up. This was a good thing!
As long as he took this!
Wouldn't every beating Luo Sheng endured be a phoenix rebirth for him?!
"Mr. Chen's immense kindness to my Luo Clan, I, Luo Er, will remember it deeply!"
He bowed respectfully to Chen Fan, then quickly caught up with Luo Sheng's footsteps and entered the inner arena with him.
Chen Xing'er looked around with little interest.
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "Want to go down and play?"
Chen Xing'er pouted. "I'm not like him, Luo Sheng. I have plenty of people protecting me, so I don't need to grow up by myself."
Chen Fan smiled. That was true.
Once they returned to the country, who would be able to touch this young lady in the slightest.
The two chatted idly about the boxers on the stage.
Chen Xing'er watched meticulously and asked many questions.
Chen Fan patiently explained the moves and counters. As they discussed, Chen Xing'er gained a lot.
"They're here."
Chen Xing'er immediately spotted Luo Sheng entering the stage from the side.
He really did look a bit tender and delicate, especially compared to the burly man opposite him.
Chen Xing'er covered her eyes, unable to bear watching. "Isn't Luo Sheng going to get beaten to a pulp?"
She wasn't speaking metaphorically; she genuinely feared the opponent might knock out Luo Sheng's teeth with a single punch.
Of course, they weren't the only spectators.
When others saw Luo Sheng's slender frame, a chorus of boos erupted!
"The threshold for the boxing arena is really getting lower and lower. They'll let anyone in for money!"
"That bony frame probably isn't enough for the opponent to crush!"
Chen Xing'er's face grew even uglier as she listened to the surrounding chatter. "Chen Tianjiao, is there any chance of a turnaround in this situation? Is there absolutely no possibility of Luo Sheng winning?"
"Yes, there is."
Chen Xing'er's eyes lit up, and she looked at Chen Fan with full anticipation. "What kind of emergency training did you give him before?"
Chen Fan glanced at her. "What are you thinking?"
"What I said is yes, if the opponent directly concedes—"
"Bang!"
Before Chen Fan could finish speaking, a dull thud sounded. The opponent's fist had already landed on Luo Sheng's face.
Hiss—
Chen Xing'er gasped.
"I can feel Luo Sheng's toothache for him."
But this punch immediately reignited the audience's enthusiasm. "Take him down! Take him down!"
Chen Xing'er watched as Luo Sheng on the stage shakily stood up, then gritted his teeth and lunged to grapple with the brawny man!
He actually put up a decent fight!
His passionate demeanor even made Chen Xing'er stand up from her seat. "Take him down! Take him down!"
"Thump!"
After exchanging more than ten blows, Luo Sheng, due to his lack of practical experience, was thrown off the stage by the brawny man!
Boom!
The venue immediately erupted in a wave of fervent cheers.