Prologue

A dozen or so individuals streamed out in succession, stopping at a distance of more than ten paces from Gao Yuan. The leader among them looked at Gao Yuan and let out a cold, sneering laugh. Gao Yuan's heart sank instantly as the person who appeared before him was the big shot from the north.

Boss Chu, starting today, I will work with you! Gao Yuan shouted loudly: I can win back all the money you lost.

He is a fighter. Of course, not the kind that is exposed under the spotlight with referees and rules, but rather an underground death fighter. Once both parties step onto the fighting stage, the contest of life and death only concludes when one side falls and can no longer rise. The defeated side often signifies death or the inability to ever step onto the fighting stage again

If someone were to see the position where Gao Yuan is at this moment, they would undoubtedly be taken aback, either thinking he is a madman or believing he is a disheartened individual contemplating suicide by jumping off a building. In this city, the tallest building sees a few individuals leap from its heights each year, falling to the ground in a shattered heap.

Gao Yuan's heart sank, and he swallowed hard. The person who betrayed him could only be his boss; apart from him, no one else knew his residence

In the private room of the hotel downstairs, all the arrangements had been made. He would take the last flight of the day to leave this country. He was well aware that as long as he remained on this land, he would eventually be found by his enemies. Over the years, he had accumulated too many grudges in the fighting arena. As long as he continued to work under his elder brother, he would receive his protection, but once he decided to withdraw, he would lose his greatest support. His enemies would then come to seek revenge without any reservations. Over the years, he had accumulated too many grudges in the fighting arena. As long as he continued to work under his elder brother, he would receive his protection, but once he decided to withdraw, he would lose his greatest support. His enemies would then come to seek revenge without any reservations.

Looking at Gao Yuan's disgraceful state, Boss Chu was first taken aback, then couldn't help but burst into laughter: "The number one fighter underground is nothing like this, brothers, enjoy the show..." Before his words fell, Gao Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground and bowing his head, suddenly collapsed, propping himself up with one hand, and rushed forward. He reached out and grabbed a gunman's ankle, forcefully pulling, and with a thud, the gunman was knocked to the ground. Gao Yuan's right hand, holding a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, swiftly swept across the opponent's neck. With a hiss, blood sprayed all over Gao Yuan's face. In a roll, Gao Yuan sprang up, swinging his dagger with a whoosh, aiming directly at the dumbfounded Boss Chu. With a clang, the dagger struck Boss Chu, piercing through his clothing but then fell weakly to the ground; he was surprisingly wearing a bulletproof vest underneath.

The door is right in front of me; as long as I escape through this door, it will be a vast expanse of sky and sea

At that moment, another muffled gunshot rang out. This time, it did not come from behind Gao Yuan, but rather from within the door. The dull sound of gunfire continued to echo, and Gao Yuan's body was struck as if by a massive hammer from the front, propelling him backward into the air. In his last glance, he saw the figure emerging from the doorway; it was his boss. On either side of the boss stood two gunmen, their weapons still emitting wisps of smoke.

Hello, Gao Yuan, it's good to see you again

He fell to his knees with a thud, weeping bitterly: "Boss Chu, spare my life, I will serve you like a cow or a horse, repaying your kindness!"

I must leave here as quickly as possible; if it weren't for that fight, I would have sustained serious injuries myself. After obtaining the money, I should leave.

Gao Yuan felt as if he were flying, soaring higher and higher.

As the muffled gunshot from the silencer rang out, Gao Yuan had already darted to the iron gate. In that instant, his speed had completely surpassed his limits. He knew that if he did not escape his opponent's line of sight at that very moment, he would be doomed.

Gao Yuan stood atop the cement railing on the highest level, the narrow width of the cement edge barely accommodating a foot. For an ordinary person, not to mention standing on it, even leaning against the railing to look down would induce dizziness.

The fight that ended ten days ago still leaves Gao Yuan feeling apprehensive. This is a conflict between the North and the South, and this battle is not only about the enormous sum of money but also a contest for the underworld status between two major figures from the North and the South. Over one million U.S. dollars is merely a superficial figure, while the money involved in the surrounding betting reaches into the hundreds of millions.

With a loud clang, the iron door on the top floor was pushed open, colliding against the cement wall and producing a crisp sound. Gao Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and with a flick of his right hand, a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his grasp

Gao Yuan stood frozen in place, facing several handguns equipped with silencers, their dark muzzles aimed directly at him. At this distance, he had no room to evade.

Gao Yuan understood that today was a certain death situation. Looking at the several dark gun muzzles opposite him, a surge of malice arose within him; if he was to die, then so be it, he would take someone down with him.

The moonlight, like water, gently spills down its faint glow, harmonizing with the colorful neon lights that stretch beneath his feet to the horizon. In the lofty gaze, the entire world appears somewhat hazy and unreal. Standing at the top of this hundreds of stories high building, overlooking the bizarre and fantastical city below, he opens his arms, as if to embrace the whole world within his embrace.

Today will be his last day in this city

"Kill him!" Boss Chu said, furious

This was the first time that Gao Yuan experienced death in a fight. Even ten days later, whenever he recalled that final scene, he would still wake up from nightmares. His opponent fell before him, the carotid artery cut open by the sharp knife in his hand, blood gushing up like a fountain, drenching him from head to toe, and in that moment, he too collapsed helplessly.

Gao Yuan is certainly not an ordinary person; he has just helped someone win a fight worth one million dollars. His reward is one hundred thousand dollars. This amount of money is enough for him to live extravagantly for quite some time

Deathmatch, no rules

"Boss Chu, you must accept the consequences of your bets. You came to trouble me, didn't you?" Gao Yuan took a deep breath.

It turns out that death is not so painful; I did not even feel the pain myself, but rather felt as if my entire body was sinking into a cloud, drifting away endlessly.

"What good is kung fu no matter how skilled you are? Can it stop a bullet?" Boss Chu chuckled.

Three days later, a check for one hundred thousand US dollars was delivered into Gao Yuan's hands. It was on this day that Gao Yuan decided to withdraw from the underground fighting scene. The money he had earned over the past few years was sufficient for him to run a legitimate business. Approaching thirty, he had already reached the peak of his physical condition; every day that followed would only be a decline. If he continued to stay in this fighting arena, he would eventually end up like today's opponent, bloodied on the fighting stage.

Farewell! I will never return. Gao Yuan slowly retracted his arms, took one last look at the dazzling city, and jumped down from the railing

The brutality and violence of this form of combat far exceed the imagination of ordinary people. To survive for years on the fighting stage and achieve great renown, Gao Yuan has endured hardships that are unimaginable to most. Whenever he sees those boxing championship matches on television, he cannot help but laugh; these so-called champions would absolutely not survive if they truly stepped onto that kind of death match stage.

"There is no way out!" The man known as Boss Chu shrugged his shoulders and said, "To be honest, I do not wish to trouble you. I can afford to lose this amount of money. The problem is, this time you caused another person to suffer greatly, and he wants your life. I cannot afford to provoke him, so I can only take out another one million dollars to buy your life. I believe you know who sold you out, right?"

Boss Chu was momentarily taken aback, pondering for a while: "The proposal is good, but unfortunately, I am not the one in charge this time. Moreover, Gao Yuan, the money lost in this peripheral betting game cannot be recovered even if you fight in competitions for a lifetime; such a monumental gamble does not happen every year."