Above the gladiatorial arena, four massive screens were displayed, but the current focus was on the ten burly men scrambling for weapons.
No staff paid attention to the video surveillance inside the other elevator cage.
As a result, everyone in the private box remained unaware of what had transpired within that elevator cage, or why not a single figure had emerged.
"Damn it, the cage is about to close, where are the people? Why haven't they come out yet!"
"Where are those scoundrels? I spent so much money raising them, and they're failing me at such a crucial moment!"
Several underground bosses in the private box were already showing their displeasure.
"Crash!" The elevator cage, which had been open, began to slowly close at this moment.
Just then, a slender figure emerged from the elevator cage.
"Look, someone's out of the elevator!" a man in the private box shouted.
Everyone looked and saw that only one figure had come out, and it was Song Wenting's contestant. This puzzled them once again.
"Damn it, director, switch the video inside the elevator!" One of the underground bosses couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, picked up the phone on the wall, and yelled into it.
This phone controlled the large screen video feed, designed to better serve these important figures.
Soon, the scene on the large screen changed to the interior of the elevator cage from which Chen Fan had emerged.
However, when everyone saw the scene on the large screen, many gasped.
Because they discovered that in the cage, besides Chen Fan who had walked out, the other four men were already lying on the ground. There was even a lot of blood on the floor, clearly indicating a fight had taken place!
"This, how is this possible?! How did my men end up like this before even entering the arena?"
"Boss Song, what happened inside just now? Why are my men injured before they even fought?!"
In the private box, many people looked at Song Wenting, their tone full of doubt.
"Clearly, your men were outmatched. It's that obvious, and you still have the audacity to ask me?" Song Wenting sneered.
The man who questioned Song Wenting was furious. He had spent tens of millions training his contestant for a year! He never expected him to be incapacitated before even stepping into the arena. How could he not be angry?
The man stood up and walked to the phone. "Show me the surveillance from inside just now. I want to see what happened inside!"
These were surveillance feeds. The staff, upon hearing this, quickly pulled up the video from a few minutes prior inside the elevator cage.
As everyone watched the video on the large screen, four burly men surrounded Chen Fan, clearly about to attack.
But what happened next left everyone present dumbfounded.
In less than a minute, all four burly men were taken down by Chen Fan in a single move.
The man who had been questioning Song Wenting moments ago had a complexion not much better than that of the flat-headed man.
At least Sang Biao had lost one-on-one, while their four contestants had ganged up on Chen Fan, only to be defeated by him alone, without even a chance to retaliate!
This was a complete humiliation!
"I told you long ago that your men were outmatched, but you just wouldn't believe me." Song Wenting's lips curved into a triumphant, cold smile.
The faces of those men grew even more grim. Blushing furiously, they sat back in their chairs.
Four burly men, unable to defeat one slender young man, was simply too embarrassing.
Just then, the ten burly men below had already rushed to the center.
There were only four weapons in the center. One burly man was the first to grab a spear and immediately thrust it into the abdomen of another burly man.
The stabbed man's eyes were filled with unwillingness, but he eventually fell into a pool of blood.
The bloody and thrilling scene made the spectators in the private box's blood boil.
"Damn it, kill that kid first! You bunch of idiots!" Ghost Hand yelled, looking at the inconspicuous Chen Fan standing outside the cage door.
However, the burly men in the arena couldn't hear his voice and were still fighting each other in the center.
"What's that person's name?" At this moment, a middle-aged man who had been silent all along looked at Chen Fan in the arena and asked.
"Godfather, that kid's name is Chen Fan," Song Wenting quickly stated Chen Fan's identity.
"Chen Fan?!" The middle-aged man's voice changed noticeably upon hearing the name, seeming to carry a hint of surprise.
"Godfather, are you interested in this kid?" Song Wenting had never heard her godfather utter someone's name before and was somewhat puzzled.
However, the middle-aged man said no more, but his gaze remained fixed on Chen Fan in the arena.
"Damn it, are these bastards blind? Haven't they seen someone standing around watching the show?"
"Director, director, aim the big screen at that kid. I want to make the people in the arena see that kid's figure!" Ghost Hand held the phone and yelled into it.
The scene on the big screen changed again, with all the cameras focusing on Chen Fan.
Meanwhile, in the center of the arena, only the four burly men holding weapons remained.
Seeing his image suddenly appear on the big screen, Chen Fan, standing in the arena, gave a helpless smile. "Are they afraid I won't be noticed?"
As expected, after the image of a young man appeared on the screen, the four burly men in the arena all noticed Chen Fan not far away.
At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting in the private box, upon seeing Chen Fan's clear image on the big screen, his fingers suddenly trembled violently! His deep, dark eyes beneath the mask revealed shock.
Even his breathing became somewhat heavy.
"Godfather, are you alright?" Song Wenting, noticing the middle-aged man's unusual state, asked softly.
The middle-aged man slowly took a deep breath, ignoring Song Wenting beside him.
Song Wenting was somewhat confused, but her godfather had always worn a mask, and even she couldn't tell what had happened to him just now.
"Damn it, how is this kid still alive?" In the arena, the burly man holding the blood-stained spear looked surprised.
One burly man scanned the surroundings and frowned slightly. "Have you noticed? There are only eleven of us on the field. The person from his elevator seems to have never come out."
The other burly men were startled upon hearing this. They looked around and were shocked to find that there were indeed only eleven of them.
"Where are the other four? Could it be that he dealt with them all?" a burly man with a long knife boldly guessed.
"I don't know, but this kid is not simple. If we keep fighting, we might just be paving the way for him." The burly man who had first noticed the missing people on the field said to the other three.
For a moment, all four of them turned their gaze towards Chen Fan.