Wow!

Suddenly, a loud voice came from not far away.

Meng Yan's expression changed, and he subconsciously shielded Huo Jiayuan behind him.

"What a lovely young lady!" The man walked over. "Yan, is this yours?"

Meng Yan's eyes were cold and clear, with a hint of murderous intent. He lowered his face and prepared to personally send Huo Jiayuan away, but the man blocked their way.

"You have such a beautiful girl, why don't you share her? Even though we're rivals, that's in the boxing ring. Once we're out of that cage, we're still brothers, right?"

Meng Yan snorted coldly and spat out two words: "Get out of my way!"

The man immediately became fierce, and a battle between the two men was about to break out.

Huo Jiayuan gripped Meng Yan's arm and carefully examined the arrogant man.

The man had blond hair, deep-set features, and well-developed muscles, exhibiting characteristics of Caucasians, yet his skin was the color of a mixed-race person.

He was very strong, like a soldier on an ancient Roman battlefield. In Huo Jiayuan's eyes, Meng Yan was already very strong, but this foreigner was no less so.

The two men stood face to face, like two lions, and soon a life-or-death struggle was about to begin.

“Yan,” the man scoffed, speaking in broken Chinese, “she’s just a woman, you don’t have to take it so seriously, do you?”

“She is my wife.” Meng Yan stared at him coldly.

"What?" The man did not back down, but was very excited, his eyes fixed on Huo Jiayuan, as if he was about to devour her alive.

Meng Yan warned him, enunciating each word clearly: "Stay away from my wife!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The man laughed arrogantly.

The laughter attracted other boxers, who gathered around to watch the spectacle.

The boxing ring is a place filled with intense hormones, and the boxers have nowhere to release their energy, so now they have a breakthrough.

Huo Jiayuan was shielded behind Meng Yan. Although she looked delicate, there was no fear on her face.

The two stood face to face, the air thick with tension, while onlookers clapped and cheered. This frenzied, wildly charged scene was a far, far removed from Huo Jiayuan's former world.

She didn't know what would happen next, but she was certain that Meng Yan was the god who could protect her.

At that moment, all her doubts and resentment towards him vanished as he protected her.

She felt as if she could see into his heart.

Huo Jiayuan smiled gently, a smile as dazzling and beautiful as a rose blooming amidst thorns. The rough men around them unconsciously stopped cheering and quietly looked at the little white rabbit behind Meng Yan.

The foreigner's expression changed as well.

Just then, someone ran in and told them that the match was about to begin.

Meng Yan and the foreigner exchanged a glance. "Louis," he said in a deep voice, "we'll see you on the field!"

After saying that, he took Huo Jiayuan's hand and was about to leave.

"Hey!" Louis shouted, still with a contemptuous look on his face. He said something, but it wasn't in Chinese. After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter like a madman.

Meng Yan frowned, knowing that those weren't pleasant words, and didn't want to pay attention to him. But Huo Jiayuan suddenly turned to face Louis and said the same thing to him in the same language.

Louis's face suddenly turned very ugly.

"What are you talking about?" Meng Yan was taken aback.

Huo Jiayuan crossed her arms and looked coldly at Louis. "What he just said was in Latin."

Then she looked at Meng Yan and said, "So, if he wins, you have to make me sleep with him!"

Meng Yan glared fiercely at Louis, clenching her fists.

Huo Jiayuan's small hand gently covered his arm.

"Don't you want to know what I said?" she chuckled. "I only gave him two words: Go to hell."

Meng Yan was stunned, meeting her playful gaze.

He was somewhat surprised that she knew Latin.

Then, Huo Jiayuan spoke to Louis in fluent Latin: "Although I don't know what country you're from, I understand your language. Don't even think about humiliating my husband, and don't even think about making a move on me! It's impossible for me to sleep with you, because my husband will be taking your bones off one by one in the boxing ring in a little while and sending them to your mother!"

After she finished speaking, she translated it again in a loud voice for everyone to hear.

The boxers laughed and cheered. Meng Yan was surprised, but also touched. He pulled Huo Jiayuan into his arms and ruffled her hair.

Only Louis, enraged and humiliated, his neck veins bulging, roared and swung his fist at Meng Yan.

However, Meng Yan suddenly raised his hand and forcefully grabbed his fist!

"I advise you to save your energy." Meng Yan sneered. "After all, this is an underground casino, and we've signed a life-or-death agreement! If you waste your energy now and end up dying in the boxing ring, it'll be a real loss!"

"you……"

Louis's eyes flashed with malice. He spat on the ground and angrily pushed through the crowd.

Meng Yan turned to look at Huo Jiayuan, "This is not a place for you. Leave now."

I want to see you play!

"Huo Jiayuan!"

“I must stay here!” she smiled. “I want to watch you tear that person’s bones apart, one by one!”

Meng Yan's pupils contracted; he felt helpless towards her, yet also secretly pleased.

He gazed at her intently, as if trying to etch her image into his deep eyes. He raised his hand to touch her soft hair and smiled gently.

"Then... wait for me to come back."

"I'll be watching you from the audience."

"You'll be scared."

"No!" Huo Jiayuan said firmly, "I know you will win!"

Meng Yan laughed, gave her one last look, and then turned and strode out.

Zhao Ashuang led Huo Jiayuan to the audience seats.

The stands were packed with people. As soon as the two boxers appeared, the entire arena erupted in cheers, the shouts almost breaking through the roof.

Many of the spectators were ruthless gamblers, devoid of reason and thought, focused solely on winning and losing. Win, and they would be rich and powerful; lose, and they would be bankrupt.

Huo Jiayuan's heart was still pounding.

She thought to herself, wasn't she a gambler too? She was no different from these people; they gambled on money, but she gambled on Meng Yan's heart.

The match was exceptionally intense. Meng Yan and Louis were evenly matched, and the roars outside the cage grew louder and louder. The battle inside the cage had reached a life-or-death stage.

Every time Meng Yan was injured, Huo Jiayuan's heart would clench.

But each time, he would stand up and retaliate with even harder punches.

Blood splattered everywhere on the boxing ring. Huo Jiayuan stood blankly in the crowd, tears streaming down her face, oblivious to everything. She didn't know if the blood was Meng Yan's or the foreigner's. In her blurred vision, she saw Meng Yan fall and get up again, surrounded by deafening shouts…