The man finally stopped when he had beaten the three men to the ground, where they were lying motionless.
His forehead veins bulged, his muscles were taut like iron, and his fists were stained with bright red blood, a symbol of his recent victory.
"Brother Huachen took on three opponents...and won."
The people on the field were shouting and yelling excitedly.
The man looked at the three useless people on the ground with a wide grin. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving. His deep breaths were like a whirlwind, making him look violent and wild, like a demon god who had walked out of hell. Wherever his eyes looked, nothing should grow.
When his gaze fell on Fu Huaijin, the smile on his face faded, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes: "Oh, isn't this our young master Fu?"
As the second-in-command of the arsenal, he was naturally aware of Fu Huaijin's physical condition. Because he knew this, he was very indignant. Why should someone who was neither human nor ghost be allowed to take over the arsenal? He was clearly the one with the real strength, but just because he was from a branch family, he had to submit to this sickly man.
He spat fiercely at the three men on the ground. These were all Fu Huaijin's men, and he showed no mercy when he attacked them.
That spit was a blatant trampling of his dignity in front of everyone.
"What, did you come here to watch how normal men box?"
He emphasized the word "normal man" heavily, reminding him that he wasn't even a normal person, and that he wouldn't be qualified to stand here if it weren't for the support of the Fu family.
"These are all places where blood will be drawn, which may make Young Master Fu feel uncomfortable. If there's nothing wrong, go sit in the office."
Such blatant belittling and provocation would be unbearable for any man with a shred of backbone.
Unfortunately, this guy is trash, and he doesn't dare utter a single word in the face of his verbal insults.
He became even more arrogant. The arsenal didn't need a piece of trash who wouldn't even dare to stick his head out. If you have no strength, you should go home and drink milk.
He wanted others to know that although he was the one in charge, he was the one with the most power.
Uncle Lu was furious when he heard his insolent words. He turned red in the face and his neck bulged. He shouted and was about to go up and teach him a lesson.
"Uncle Lu."
Fu Huaijin merely glanced at his provocation, patted Uncle Lu on the shoulder, walked up to him, and said lightly, "I'll do it."
Uncle Lu immediately stopped him, saying, "No, your health..."
"I'm fine."
He glanced at Su Yuxi, and amidst the puzzled and astonished gazes of the crowd, he led her to the ropes, lifted her hands, placed them on the ropes, and pulled her into his arms. He bent his back, leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath gently brushed against her sensitive skin. His low, magnetic voice said, "Just stand here and wait for me."
"If I win, I'll give you an extra million as a reward. Be good, stand still and don't even think about running away. You can't escape from here."
My little luck.
Su Yuxi was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. Just as she turned around to ask him what he meant, she saw the man grab her clothes with both hands and tear them roughly. Several buttons popped off under his violent act and disappeared silently on the ground.
She stared wide-eyed in shock, her mouth slightly agape, as she gazed in astonishment at the bronze, muscular chest muscles and the clearly defined eight-pack abs right before her eyes.
Recalling the last time I saw a male model showcasing his abs for mere visual appeal, I felt as if every muscle on his body exuded immense power. Before I could even recover from the shock of the visual spectacle, the man, holding onto the ropes, leaped like a cheetah and landed steadily on the stage.
Hua Chen watched him jump up, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his playful eyes filled with utter disdain: "Oh, so Young Master Fu is here to fight me? Did you ask your old man first? Can you even throw a punch? What if I beat you to tears and you go back crying and complaining?"
The people below all lowered their heads. Although Hua Chen was powerful, the one who truly made the decisions was Fu Huaijin. He had the ability to ridicule others, but they did not have the ability to be the audience.
Ignoring his provocation, Fu Huaijin remained calm and composed, unmoved by his words. When he had finished speaking, he waved to the person behind him.
The bodyguard, who had been waiting, immediately handed him a notebook with a list of various disclaimers on it. Once he signed it, he could stand on the ring and live or die without consequence.
This is equivalent to a life-or-death contract in a boxing match.
Normally, such things are not allowed to exist here, but since there are two big shots standing above, anyone who wants to question their decision should first consider whether they have the power to do so.
Fu Huaijin took the item in his hand, didn't even look at it, signed his name directly, and then had someone take it to Hua Chen on the other side.
Hua Chen didn't understand what he meant at first, but when he saw the thing handed to him and that he actually signed his name, his sarcastic expression vanished instantly, and his gaze became unusually ardent.
The fact that Fu Huaijin signed his name meant that even if he were beaten to death today, Old Master Fu wouldn't dare say a word if he were standing here.
And it happened in front of many witnesses.
He suppressed his joy and asked him again, "Are you sure?"
Fu Huaijin slowly took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body. He casually tossed the shirt in his hand, and it fluttered down, covering Su Yuxi's head and blocking her view.
She cried out in surprise, frantically tearing her clothes off with her small hands. Before she could see the light of day again, a pair of pants fell from the sky and covered her head.
She was so angry that she frantically rummaged through the things in front of her. By the time she could see the scene in front of her clearly, Fu Huaijin had just pulled up his elastic shorts.
Her eyes blazed with fury, and she was about to hurl a few words at him, telling him to stop being so unethical. But what she saw next was his broad, muscular back, every muscle taut to the extreme, his arms with veins bulging like coiled dragons, his fists clenched, his whole body brimming with astonishing explosive power, like a cheetah poised to pounce, exuding power, as if he could kill a bull with a single punch.
A tense atmosphere permeated the air.
Compared to the tense situation above, her anger seemed rather insignificant.
Hua Chen was momentarily stunned when he saw his muscular physique, clearly not expecting such a powerful body to be hidden beneath his clothes.
But so what? No matter how well he trains, he can't possibly beat him with just his muscles, since he never appears in the ring.
Heh... Hua Chen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He lowered his eyes, raised his fist, and looked at the bright red blood. He stuck out his tongue and licked the dark red bloodstains, his eyes flashing with a violent killing intent.
"Since Young Master Fu has declared war, then life and death are up to fate."
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