"According to the rules, the order of going on stage is decided by drawing lots. There are ten people in a row, and it's a free-for-all! This is a life-and-death battle. Everyone is given a small white flag. Raising the small white flag means automatic withdrawal. Otherwise, you will either be crippled and carried away, or be beaten to death and carried away. The battle continues until the last person left among the ten wins!" Wu Xuzi shrugged.

"Oh, and what's even more outrageous is that they're charging every participant a fee and even running an official gambling game! Xiong San is sure to make a killing after this competition!" Wu Xuzi said gloomily, "I can't believe a man who looks like a bear could have such a brain!"

After a pause, Wu Xuzi added, "However, you, Twelve Young Master, don't have to pay to participate!"

"Okay, I think I understand. You drive in front and lead the way, and our car will follow you!" Lan Ziye pondered.

Wu Xuzi nodded and got into the car.

Following Wu Xuzi's car, they soon arrived at the entrance of the fighting arena. Wu Xuzi and Zeng Li parked the car at the location designated by the staff, and the three of them walked into the fighting arena.

When they reached the door, they were stopped by a staff member: "Please show us your tickets!"

Wu Xuzi was already prepared. He took out an ID card and handed it to the staff, saying, "We are here to participate in the competition. We are the Twelve Young Masters of Nanwang Street!"

The staff member glanced at the sign, then looked at the three people in front of him and said seriously, "Only one person can enter with each ID card. The other two still need to buy tickets!"

Wu Xuzi and Zeng Li looked at each other and began to communicate with their eyes.

Zeng Li: Haven’t you even prepared the tickets?

Wu Xuzi had a bitter face: How could I have thought that even I couldn’t get in?

He is very popular in Twelve Street and doesn't need any tickets to go anywhere. This time he is with Twelve Young Master, so why does he need a ticket?

Wu Xuzi sighed, walked up to the staff, and pleaded pitifully, "Look, we're really here together. All the tickets are sold out now, so there are no more. Could you please be flexible and let us in first?"

The staff ignored Wu Xuzi and insisted that no one could enter without a ticket. Just when Wu Xuzi was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, a woman wearing a cheongsam, with a graceful figure and extremely beautiful looks came out.

"Young Master Twelve's friends don't need tickets, let them in!" the woman said in a voice as sweet as a silver bell.

Wu Xuzi's eyes widened instantly. He stared at the woman blankly and whispered to Lan Ziye, "Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen a woman more beautiful than you!"

Lan Ziye gave Wu Xuzi a look and said, "Let's go! If you don't leave now, your soul will be gone!" After that, he strode towards the fighting arena.

"This way, Twelve Young Master!" The woman hurriedly came forward and led the way. "The contestants are sitting in the VIP seats. Since these two are your friends, I'll arrange for them to sit next to you!"

Lan Ziye glanced at the woman and asked casually, "Miss, what is your name?"

"I am ten!" the woman replied with a smile.

"Ten? Is it just one word?" Zeng Li asked curiously.

The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Why, is it not possible?"

Zeng Li was slightly startled, then said with a dry laugh, "Sure, sure, of course."

Lan Ziye frowned. She looked at the woman and asked tentatively, "Hearing your name reminds me of someone else. Her name is also a number, Thirteen, and she's called Sister Thirteen."