Chapter 346 Disabling an Arm!

ishi turned and asked Wei Wentao; she had heard that the Triad Society was Hong Kong's top criminal organization, followed closely by the New York Gang. This Li Yinglong could be so brazen because he...Chapter 346 Disabling an Arm!

"It's nothing really," Han Xingye put on her irresistibly charming smile: "Just going to take a look at the underground fight scene in China, how about it"

"Alright." Wang Zheng knew that Han Xingye must be keeping something from him, but he was quite curious too; he wondered what kind of thrilling event could make this little girl so enthusiastic.

"Tell me how to get to the Tanimoto bar," as Wang Zheng stepped on the accelerator, his hair was ruffled by the night wind.

"Such a man is truly domineering." Han Xingye clapped her hands and said: "I like it."

The Tanimoto Bar was located in an entertainment complex at the fifth ring road of the capital city. Han Xingye led Wang Zheng there, familiar with the way around as they entered the bar, crossed through a crowded dance floor, and approached a small door.

"Sir and Madam, you can't go in here." Right when Han Xingye was about to touch the doorknob, a person who looked like a waiter suddenly spoke up.

"Why can't I go in" Han Xingye pouted and handed the waiter a card: "Open it."

The waiter took one look at the card and instantly changed his attitude, respectfully saying: "Welcome, please follow me."

Saying that, he pulled open the door, leading Wang Zheng and Han Xingye inside.

An elevator appeared before them.

As they stepped into the elevator, there were only buttons for opening and closing the doors but no floor indicators.

"Sir and Madam, you may go down now. I can't accompany you further," the waiter bowed respectfully outside, knowing that anyone with such a card was not someone he could afford to offend.

"Thank you." Han Xingye gave the waiter a sweet smile, leaving him giddy.

“This elevator leads to the underground fighting ring” Wang Zheng said as he watched the elevator door slowly close and felt a slight sense of weightlessness.

"Yes." Han Xingye nodded: "This place is thirty meters underground. To find such a location in this part of the capital city, it's truly remarkable."

Wang Zheng nodded, but his eyes narrowed. At thirty meters underground, it would take a huge workforce and significant noise to create such a place. In this highly valuable area of the capital city, the backing power behind creating such a place must be beyond imagination.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Wang Zheng was greeted by an impressive hall covering more than one thousand square meters, illuminated brightly. A standard-sized ring stood in the middle with two muscular men stripped to their waists sparring on it. Below the stage were rows of sofas, occupied sporadically by a few dozen people.

The spectators appeared to be affluent individuals, wearing branded clothing and displaying arrogant expressions. Of course, any man here was accompanied by an attractive woman, as were some women who were with other women. Even if you came alone, the venue would provide company from beautiful women, truly considerate to a fault.

Han Xingye pulled Wang Zheng over to sit on the sofa and held his hand, placing it around her waist and saying, "Do it like this; do you understand Otherwise, you'll stick out like a sore thumb."

Wang Zheng didn't expect Han Xingye would resort to such tactics, but he wouldn't miss an easy opportunity. His big hand casually placed on Han Xingye's waist and lightly squeezed, feeling quite pleasant.

"Stop being a pervert," Han Xingye wasn't polite as she leaned against Wang Zheng’s chest, making him feel uncomfortable.

"It was you who took advantage of me first." Wang Zheng tightened his arm around her angrily. Being forcefully embraced by this sweet young lady felt quite good indeed.

“How did you get the VIP card here” Wang Zheng asked in confusion.

"Not mine, it’s Dad's," Han Xingye replied without hesitation to shock people.

"Your dad’s What does he want to do here when he has nothing better to do" Wang Zheng was surprised by this answer: "Doesn't your dad know that what happens here is illegal He's the commander of the capital military district; doesn’t it seem inappropriate

"What about it" Han Xingye turned her lips down. "The people in here are either high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen, all society's so-called elites. They don't care either, right Dad comes here to recruit talent, which is different from others."

“Recruit talent Is he forcefully pulling suitable candidates into the military district under special circumstances” A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Zheng’s mouth: "Your father is a talented man with wild ideas."

"He's even worse than me," Han Xingye said.

“So Commander Dad asked you to bring me here tonight, right" Wang Zheng immediately hit on the sensitive point in Han Xingye’s mind: "Why are you still unwilling to tell me at this time"

"No!" Han Xingye stubbornly insisted: "I said I wanted to watch black-market boxing matches and he wouldn’t let me. Then when I said I wanted to come with you, only then did he agree."

“Is that so”

"Yes." Han Xingye patted his chest and guaranteed.

"I'll believe you for now." Wang Zheng squeezed Han Xingye's waist again, feeling that it was quite enjoyable.

At this moment, neither Wang Zheng nor Han Xingye noticed two men in a dark corner of the hall lightly clinking their wine glasses together.

"I didn't expect Little Princess Han to be here too; things are about to get interesting." A man took a sip of red wine and smiled slyly.

"Compared to her, I'm more interested in the men around her."

The other man smiled and beckoned to the attendant nearby. "Prepare everything you need to. I want them to have an unforgettable experience."

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"By the way, since the competition hasn't started yet, we can place bets." Han Xingye smacked his forehead: "How could I miss this great opportunity for profit!"

"Place bets"

"Yes. Just like horse racing; if you think someone is better, you can bet on them winning. The final prize will be based on the odds and obviously, if you lose your bets go to the winner." Han Xingye gleamed excitedly: "Which of those two guys do you think is stronger You're an expert, give me some advice."

"I'm an expert, but I can't predict the outcome," Wang Zheng pointed at the two people on stage and said. "If one side deliberately loses, how could I guess that"

"They won't do that." Han Xingye replied.

"Why not" Wang Zheng was interested in this answer.

"To put it simply, black-market boxing is a twisted game favored by wealthy people. Since these rich folks are so crazy, they certainly wouldn’t let any results be manipulated. Like the iron cage fights of American black-market boxing, losers face death; under such conditions, who would dare to throw the fight Unless someone’s tired of living."

"Is Chinese black-market boxing that serious too Must it result in life or death" Wang Zheng squinted his eyes as he looked at the stage.

"Of course. Anyone who wants to participate in black-market boxing must sign a生死狀 (undertaking document) before stepping on stage; if they die unexpectedly, neither the organizer nor their opponent will be held responsible. The regulations stipulate that the loser must have one arm disabled by the winner under such circumstances, so no one would want to throw the fight. Who wants to become handicapped"

"Come on, tell me quickly, who do you think will win" Han Xingye said slightly excitedly.

"I suggest we don’t bet on this round because I really can't be sure," Wang Zheng surveyed the擂台 for a moment before hesitantly speaking.

"Alright then, I'll follow your advice." Since Wang Zheng didn't speak up, Han Xingye wouldn't be foolish enough to risk his own money. However, his mood dropped slightly as he pouted and watched the stage.

On the擂台, one contestant was tall and slender, though he looked skinny, no one could deny the immense explosive power hidden under his compact muscles. This person was taller than average with arms that were disproportionately long—about ten centimeters longer than usual. Clearly, such a build gave him an advantage in close combat.

The other contestant had a stocky build, standing at just 1.6 meters but with typical bodybuilder features, every part of his body was packed with bulging muscles. One was strength-oriented while the other was agile—predicting this match's outcome would be difficult indeed.

Compared to boxing matches in America, the atmosphere here was far less frenzied; it was rather quiet, lacking that fiery excitement but more tense and awe-inspiring.

In addition, there were no sexy ladies in bikinis performing on stage as in other venues. Here, everyone present was wealthy or influential, finding such performances beneath them.

The referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the match.

As Wang Zheng had anticipated, both contestants possessed unique strengths: one tall with long arms and another quick and agile. The scene was evenly matched; after five minutes of intense exchange, there was still no clear winner.

"Can you tell where they come from" Han Xingye asked, looking at Wang Zheng's profile.

"Both have similar levels of skill, but it comes down to who has more endurance," Wang Zheng said. "The shorter one seems to have practiced Baquanjiaquan [Eight Extremes Fist]; he’s likely been immersed in martial arts for many years. As for the taller one, I can't tell what school his technique belongs to; it looks somewhat unconventional. If my guess is correct, both of them should have served in the military because ordinary martial artists won’t use every move as a lethal strike. Only those who’ve faced life and death would act instinctively like this."

While outsiders might see the spectacle, experts observe technique. Wang Zheng watched closely; though evenly matched, all their moves were aimed at vital points—landing any of these strikes wouldn’t leave one unscathed.

"The outcome is becoming clear," Wang Zheng murmured softly.

After another minute, the taller contestant seized an opportunity to use his extraordinarily long arms and landed a punch on the shorter contestant's chin!

In the aftermath of this blow, the taller contestant pressed forward, delivering several more punches to the opponent’s chest as he was already airborne!

"Puh!" Despite being well-muscled, the shorter contestant couldn't withstand such powerful attacks; a mouthful of blood spewed out before his body crumpled like a limp sack of sand and fell to the ground!t endanger his life!"I am willing, I will assist you in conquering Huaxia," Qiao Chengying lowered his head and said devoutly."Good, very good. But how can I believe you" Dinatagli's voice seemed to c...