Fuck!
This young kid is pretty wild!
Even dared to challenge Brother Hu.
She probably doesn't know Brother Hu's reputation at the underground fighting arena, does she?
If she knew, how would she have the guts to challenge Brother Hu's authority?
Tsk tsk tsk, poor little chick, she's probably going to get badly beaten by Brother Hu!
Brother Hu was indeed angered, his face twisted with fury, "Little chick, seems like you're looking for trouble. Do you believe I'll make you walk in upright and get carried out sideways?"
Si Fan slightly raised her head, under the brim of her caps, her dazzling gaze showed a hint of icy arrogance, "Oh, come on, your ancestor is waiting!"
That tone was super arrogant, acting as if invincible!
Brother Hu felt like his scalp ignited instantly, burning with a furious flame, he raised his hand.
Bang!
The nearby coffee table was flipped over by his big hand and crashed to the ground.
The fruits and plates on it fell down with a crack, smashing into pieces.
Some couldn't help but start a fuss.
"Fight!"
"Fight, hurry up and fight!"
Brother Hu clenched his fist, punching together, making a crisp bone crunching sound.
Every sound seemed to leap at people's heartstrings, tense and thrilling.
The guy with the explosive hair chimed in, "Brother Hu, go for it, Brother Hu, go for it, hurry up and smash this little chick's skull!"
In reality, he was secretly gloating, fight, fight, the more intense, the better!
Because in the waiting room, fighting was prohibited, fighters causing trouble would be thrown out and disqualified.
The explosive guy saw Brother Hu as a strong contender for the championship.
As long as Brother Hu was around, the chances for anyone else, including him, to win the championship or even top three, were slim.
The best way was to get Brother Hu's qualification canceled.
So he deliberately stirred up the conflict between Brother Hu and this little chick.
Lucky for him, the little chick is foolish; if it wasn't for her constant provocation, Brother Hu might not have fallen into the trap so easily.
Hahaha, truly heaven-sent!
However, just when Brother Hu couldn't resist wanting to hit Si Fan, the administrator responsible for maintaining order arrived.
"Stop!"
Brother Hu shouted at the administrator, "For fuck's sake, mind your own business!"
The administrator frowned, "If you don't want to lose your qualification, stop!"
"Who the hell are you, daring to threaten me?!"
Brother Hu was used to being lawless, how could he listen to a mere administrator, and without a word, he grabbed his fist, aiming to punch the administrator's face.
This force, one punch, would flatten the administrator's face for sure.
The administrator's face also showed fear.
Seeing Brother Hu's fist about to hit the administrator's face.
Si Fan was calm, using her slender fingers to take out the only coin from her pocket.
Clamped between her index and middle fingers, aiming at Brother Hu's knee, making a throwing motion.
Just as she was about to throw it out, a cold voice intervened.
"Gu Hu, quite daring, causing trouble on Lie Huang's turf!"
Brother Hu heard the codename 'Lie Huang' and immediately stopped his fist in shock.
He looked up at the doorway.
Only to see two tall, slender men walk in.
One wearing a silver mask, the other a red mask.
The one with the silver mask was called Cold.
The one with the red mask was called Lie.
Both were rulers of the underground fighting arena, untouchable entities.
The most terrifying in strength was the one in the red mask, Lie.
The founder of the Dunhuang Underground Fighting Arena, also the creator of the unbeaten myth of the king of boxing.
His record set back then has yet to be broken.
Even Brother Hu, in his presence, had to obediently bow down and respectfully call him Lie Huang.
Brother Hu saw these two men, immediately lost all his momentum.
He bowed his head respectfully, clasping his fists together, "So it's Cold King and Fierce King, apologies, apologies!"
The man with the silver mask snorted, "Gu Hu, watch yourself, don't forget the occasion. This is the waiting room for the contestants, not the arena. If you want to fight, feel free on the ring, but elsewhere..."
He paused, "You can try."
Those three words sounded chilling.
Tiger Brother's face turned pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead, "I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
After speaking, the silver-masked man patted Fierce beside him, then turned away and left.
Fierce raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze accidentally sweeping over a youth wearing a black baseball cap, lingering for a full three seconds.
The brim of the youth's cap was pulled very low, coupled with a black face mask, making it hard to discern his appearance, only faintly sketching out his subtle facial contours.
His fingers were white and slender, a silver coin spinning and flicking at his fingertips, as if alive, dancing in his grasp.
He noticed a gaze directed his way.
Si Fan lifted her eyelids, her cool peach blossom eyes meeting a pair of pitch-black pupils.
Profound, mysterious, fierce, enigmatic.
The red mask fit snugly over the upper part of his face, carving out an excellent angular facial contour.
It exposed a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a perfect jawline.
The man's adam's apple was prominent, sharp and sensual.
Even the strictly buttoned shirt collar couldn't hide the tantalizing arc of his collarbone.
The black shirt clung tightly to his solid physique, subtly revealing the faint muscular structure, exuding a mysterious allure.
Having seen countless handsome men, Si Fan glanced over and knew this man was a rare gem.
The corners of her mouth, hidden under the mask, curled subtly.
She really wanted to rip off that mask to see beneath it how striking that face was.
The man glanced indifferently at Si Fan's playful expression for a few seconds, then turned his eyes away, stepping forward to leave.
Si Fan clicked her tongue, the handsome man was gone.
Tiger Brother, seeing the two leaders leave, finally showed his fierce side, glaring at Si Fan, "You little chick, just wait! If I meet you in the ring, I'll beat you till you call me daddy!"
Si Fan rolled her eyes, yawned, bored!
The guy with the explosion hairstyle looked a bit disappointed, they still didn't fight, what a shame.
Private box on the third floor.
Once inside, the man with the silver mask eagerly took off his mask, revealing a mischievously handsome face.
The man casually tossed the mask onto the sofa, then sat down, complaining, "Damn, this mask almost scratched me to death!"
The man with the red mask also slowly removed his mask, gripping it with clearly defined knuckles. The stark white skin on the back of his hand contrasted sharply against the black dragon tattoo, which complemented the red mask, the blue veins standing out noticeably, conveying a strange wildness.
He toyed with it briefly, then placed it on the coffee table.
Then, he sat on the nearest single sofa, his back lazily leaning on it, his long legs slowly crossed.
The crystal chandelier above was dazzling, casting bright reflections on his distinctly contoured features, handsome to the point of breathlessness.
Jiang Wang glanced at the man sitting opposite, finding his face so handsome that even he, a self-proclaimed exceptionally handsome man, felt jealous.
"Yan, I heard you brought a woman back to the villa. Which family's daughter is she?"
Jun Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his voice extremely calm with a hint of pressure, "Who did you hear that from?"
Jiang Wang: "Ahem, of course, it was from Auntie."
Murong Xiang didn't get an answer from Jun Yan, so she called his close friend Jiang Wang to inquire whether Jun Yan had a woman beside him, also asking what the woman's name was.
But Jiang Wang was completely clueless about whether Jun Yan had a woman, alright!
Murong Xiang eventually confessed that Jun Yan had brought a pretty girl back to the villa, and then she asked him to find out who that pretty girl was.
Jun Yan narrowed his eyes, "Don't worry about her."
Jiang Wang shrugged, "Fine, I can ignore Auntie, but you should at least tell me who the woman is, right? You've been single for twenty-eight years, and suddenly there's a woman close to you. As your brother, I'm really curious!"
"Curiosity killed the cat, zip it."
Jun Yan shot Jiang Wang a cold glance, casually picked up a bottle of red wine, and tossed it towards him.
Jiang Wang hurriedly reached out, catching it accurately.
Then he glared at Jun Yan with grievance, "Damn, bro, this bottle of red wine isn't cheap. If I couldn't catch it, hundreds of thousands would go down the drain!"
Jun Yan: "If I threw it to you, and you still couldn't catch it, then you're pretty useless."
Jiang Wang: "..."
Fine, you can't mess with a man in a bad mood, no more questions!
Even though he didn't get any answers, he was now incredibly curious and interested in that woman.
What kind of woman could make a man, who usually kept his distance from women, break his rule...