Chapter 010

The bell had not yet finished ringing when Jin Nanjing swiftly kicked at me with both feet, one after the other, almost without any interval. I stepped back to avoid him, but he lunged forward with a series of continuous kicks, prompting me to retreat again. Below, some people began to whistle, and the gamblers from Jin Nanjing's side cheered loudly, while those who had placed bets on me started to curse. I remained unfazed. As Jin Nanjing delivered his fourth kick, a sweeping leg kick, I did not retreat any further; instead, I extended my right hand to tap his leg. He retracted his right leg, and his left leg came swinging in. The whistling intensified, and the gamblers from Jin Nanjing's side continued to cheer, while my supporters shouted in anger, but I remained undeterred. When his fourth kick came, I did not back down; I tapped his leg with my right hand, and he pulled back his right leg, only to have his left leg come at me. When my right hand struck his leg, I felt only a slight tremor, and then nothing else—his leg was indeed fast, but it lacked power. I made a firm decision in my mind; when his fifth kick came, I did not dodge but instead raised my left leg for a sweeping kick, striking his head accurately before he could react. Jin Nanjing, who had been attacking fiercely just moments before, fell to the ground like a piece of wood with a loud thud. I retracted my foot and, without looking at Jin Nanjing lying on the ring, turned and walked off the stage.

The surrounding gamblers and onlookers were stunned, momentarily unable to comprehend what was happening. The host stepped onto the stage, pressed his hand against Jin Nanjing's neck, and declared, "He is dead!" I had already reached the aisle and pushed open the door to the dressing room. Suddenly, a sound of applause came from behind me. I turned to see a man in a gray suit sitting in the front row, smiling and clapping at me. Following that, various sounds—cheers, curses, and applause—came rushing in like a tidal wave. I stepped into the dressing room, slammed the door shut with a "bang," shutting all the sounds outside.

The sound of knocking echoed, and Abins walked in, his words somewhat hesitant as he said: "Lie Feng, there are some matters I would like to discuss with you!" I sat up from the bed and asked him: "What is it? Go ahead." Abins replied: "There is a business opportunity that might be quite profitable, I wonder if you are interested?" Quite profitable—why did I become a boxer? If it can make money, why not pursue it? I immediately said: "I will do it, what kind of business?" He seemed a bit troubled and said: "I don't know what you think, but I know some boxers would never do it, it's—killing!" "Killing?" I was somewhat reluctant, but if it can make money, why not? I immediately said: "I will do it, what kind of business?" He seemed a bit troubled and said: "I don't know what you think, but I know some boxers would never do it, it's—killing!" "Killing?" I was somewhat reluctant. I am a boxer; although I am just an underground boxer, I am not a killer. But then I thought, whether as a pirate in the past or as a boxer now, isn't that profession another kind of 'killer' in a different sense? What does it matter? "I will do it!" I said. Abins was overjoyed: "Great! Pack your things, I will take you to meet Mr. Tang Rong right away!" "Tang Rong?" I asked in surprise: "What do we meet him for?" "He is the employer!"

Abins rushed in and gave me a strong hug: "Liefeng, well done, you truly did not disappoint me! Hahaha..." I smiled faintly: "Isn't it just a Jin Nanjiang? Why so excited?" "No!" Abins said, "No, this is your first match. Do you know that most boxers find it hard to adapt in their first match, so they often cannot perform at their level? It is really rare to see someone like you who can shockingly take out their opponent in an instant. You will definitely become a demon king in the future! You have that potential!" "Demon king?" I thought of Marcus. After the match, Abins paid me 50,000 cosmic coins and paid Canelo 30,000 for the venue fee. He himself did not know how much he earned. It was the first time in my life that I received so much money, and to be honest, I was really a bit excited. I tucked it in my pocket and lay in bed, tossing and turning, thinking about how to spend this money: Should I buy Uncle Brandon a new health device, or should I buy myself a combat helmet of the "military vehicle" style that I had wanted for a long time?

He finished his drink in one gulp, possibly due to his somewhat volatile emotions, and his hair was slightly disheveled. I looked at him and asked, "Aren't you afraid I might blackmail you for telling me all this?" He smiled faintly and replied, "You cannot blackmail me; you have no evidence in your hands—besides, I can have someone kill him, and I can also have someone kill you!" He poured himself another glass of wine and said, "Tonight, I will leave here with my girlfriend. I will have Mr. Abins pass you some information; the time and place for the action will be included. You kill him, destroy those photos, and everything will be completed. Three months later, five million cosmic coins will be transferred to your account!" His gaze suddenly turned as fierce as a wolf's: "Don't play tricks, and don't leave anything behind to blackmail me; you have seen the fate of those who tried to blackmail me!" I avoided his gaze and said, "Rest assured, my professional ethics are quite good—even though this profession is just a side gig."