“That’s enough!”

Shi Zhengyang looked down at him with a cold look in his eyes, but his clenched fists revealed his emotions.

"Do you want Youran to see you in this state?"

Shi Heng raised his head, sweat mixed with blood dripping from his chin, his eyes were bloodshot.

"dad……"

His voice cracked, "Youbao... I can't taste the sweetness... and I can't smell the sweet osmanthus anymore."

Shi Zhengyang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stepped harder, but his voice was very low, "So? If you cripple yourself, she will be healed?"

Shi Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile uglier than crying, "But I... can't even make her happy."

The air was dead silent.

Shi Zhengyang stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed his collar and said, "Listen, if you're useless, who will take care of her?"

Shi Heng's body stiffened, and the madness in his eyes finally faded away bit by bit.

Only the bottomless darkness remained.

He slowly stood up, pulled off the blood-stained gauze, and said in a frighteningly cold voice, "Don't tell Youbao."

"Don't say a word."

…

An hour later.

The roar of the engine sounded, and a black Pagani worth hundreds of millions of yuan did a tailspin and stopped sideways at the entrance of the largest underground black boxing ring in Beijing.

Shi Heng stepped out of the car, a black eye mask covering half of his stern face.

The underground black boxing ring here is the bloodiest den of vengeance in the capital, with boxers being carried out every night.

A year and a half ago, he came here to vent for the first time because he found out that his father had an illegitimate child.

That day he broke three of the "butcher's" ribs and broke five of his own, but he still refused to stop.

The guard was stunned by this top-tier supercar and was about to step forward to stop it when Shi Heng threw out a black magnetic card. "Does the person who broke the Butcher's ribs two years ago qualify to enter?"

The guard picked it up and saw the gold-plated characters "Yan Luo" on the card. His expression suddenly changed, "You...you are the madman from back then..."

"Make way." Shi Heng pushed him away and strode in.

Inside the warehouse, the stench of sweat and blood hit us in the face.

In the boxing ring, two boxers were fighting with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the shouting and cursing from the audience was deafening.

"Hey, what a rare guest." A hoarse voice came from the shadows.

The scarred man approached, a cigar in his mouth, his gold teeth flashing in the light.

"Yan Luo is still alive? Last time you broke five ribs, I thought you died in an alley."

Shi Heng tugged at his collar and said, "Brother Dao, stop talking nonsense and find me someone who can handle a beating."

Brother Dao narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Why, are you in a bad mood again?"

He gestured meaningfully, "Last time you came, you almost destroyed my place, just because you said you..."

"Shut up."

Shi Heng slammed his fist on the registration desk. "Today I just want to beat someone up—or be beaten up."

Brother Dao blew out a smoke ring and suddenly laughed, "Because of a woman?"

Seeing Shi Heng's expression change, he grinned, "Two years ago, you went crazy because someone scolded your mother. The horrible look you have today...it can't be because of some little lover, right?"

Shi Heng grabbed him by the collar, his voice eerily calm, "Say that again, and I'll burn this shabby place of yours down there."

Brother Dao raised his hands and said, "Okay, okay, okay... But you know the rules. Once you're on stage, your life and death are your own responsibility."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Shi Heng pulled off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body.

Brother Dao blew a whistle and picked up the intercom, "Notify the Butcher that his old rival is here."

Soon, the host's voice sounded on the radio:

"Dear audience! Tonight's highlight is here! The underworld boxing champion, 'Yan Luo', has returned! And his opponent is the current champion, 'The Butcher'!"

The whole audience was instantly boiling.

Shi Heng walked onto the boxing ring, flexed his wrist, and his eyes were cold.

The "butcher" opposite was a two-meter-tall giant with well-developed muscles that were shining with oil.

He grinned and moved his neck, making a teeth-grinding "cracking" sound.

"Little brat, I had the good luck to break three of my ribs last time."

The Butcher spat bloody saliva, his eyes flashing with ferocity. "If I don't smash your spine piece by piece today, I won't be called the Butcher!"

"You talk too much nonsense." Shi Heng slowly assumed a fighting stance. "After the fight, I have to go home and coax people."

"To coax someone?"

The "butcher" looked like he had heard a huge joke, with veins bulging on his thick arms.

"You look like such a weakling? I'm afraid someone will have to collect your body later!"

Shi Heng suddenly raised his eyes, a terrifying gloom surging in his eyes, "My family's..."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it sent a chill down the Butcher's spine. "Lately... I can't taste sweetness anymore."

Before the "butcher" could react to the madness in these words, the starting bell suddenly rang.

As the game started, there was a sudden commotion in the front row of the audience.

A slender figure walked through the crowd and gracefully sat down in the VIP seat.

Vivian was wearing the same beige wool dress as Gu Youran, and even her hair was carefully styled into her signature ear-length short hair.

For tonight, she even used concealer to cover the red teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye.

"Sir, you didn't lie to me."

Weiwei clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the agile figure on the stage, "It really is Shi Heng!"

She remembered her husband's instructions before leaving: "Remember, Shi Heng will become unconscious when his hemorrhagic fever strikes. As long as you imitate him well enough, he will definitely mistake you for Gu Youran. Tonight is your best chance."

With a determined smile on her face, she gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the skirt, ensuring that every detail perfectly replicated the woman's appearance.

On the stage, Shi Heng dodged the butcher's straight punch with a swift sidestep, his eyes sharp as a knife under the black eye mask.

Vivian held her breath unconsciously. The man who was so powerful in the business world now showed a completely different wild side.

His taut muscles, his ferocious punching posture, and every explosive movement made her heart beat faster.

"This is the real Shi Heng..." She murmured to herself, her fingertips unconsciously pinching into her palms.

At this moment, "The Butcher" hit Shi Heng in the abdomen with a heavy punch, and he staggered back two steps.

Vivian saw that the blood vessels on the side of his neck suddenly bulged strangely, like countless earthworms wriggling under the skin.

This is the outbreak of hemorrhagic fever!

Her whole body was shaking with excitement.

"ah--!"

Shi Heng suddenly let out a low growl that was not like that of a human, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

He grabbed the "butcher's" wrist with his backhand, and amid the exclamations of the crowd, he lifted up the two-meter-tall giant and slammed him to the ground.

"Bang!"

“Crack!”

The clear sound of bones cracking made the whole audience silent.

The "butcher" lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Shi Heng was like a wild beast out of control, punching his unconscious opponent again and again.

"The game is over! 'Yan Luo' wins!" The referee hurriedly stepped forward and announced.

Shi Heng stood up shakily, the bloodshot in his eyes still lingering.

He stumbled down the ring, bumping into Vivian who was coming towards him.