Meng Yan's health is recovering day by day.
Taking advantage of the sunny weather, he cleaned the house inside and out, and found many memories of someone: a bouquet of dried flowers, a half-eaten box of chocolates, a stack of prescriptions...
His heart suddenly trembled slightly with pain.
Someone loved the streets of Biandu, especially the colorful, unnamed wildflowers blooming along the roadside. She said she had never seen such flowers in the central city. After confirming that no one was watching over them, she secretly picked a bunch, brought them back, and dried them. Every day, she smiled brightly at the flowers.
Someone loves sweets, especially after he scolds her, when she looks at him with teary eyes. He feels guilty and thinks he was too loud, so he buys her chocolate every time—Biandu doesn't have many kinds of desserts, and this brand of chocolate is the best.
Someone was so worried about his injury that he stayed up all night writing a prescription, claiming it was a secret remedy from Southeast Asia that had miraculous effects on sprains and bruises...
As he thought about it, the image of that person gradually became clear in his mind, while his vision gradually blurred.
He chuckled, thinking to himself, "You brat, you even know about Southeast Asian secrets." But after he chuckled, a cold liquid suddenly dripped onto the back of his hand.
Just then, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Meng Yan hurriedly packed up her things, and when she opened the door, she saw a face that looked like a cunning old fox.
"Brother!" Mingliang patted his chest. "Wow, you've gotten even stronger!"
Meng Yan's eyes darkened, but he said nothing and simply stepped aside to let him in.
The fat man started looking around as soon as he entered the room.
Boxing gloves, punching bags, training equipment—everything was there.
However, the dried flowers peeking out from behind the cabinet seemed out of place in this masculine-dominated room.
The fat man smiled meaningfully.
The man who wanted to take Meng Yan's life must have some connection with the owner of these dried flowers, right?
But who cares? They don't care about love triangles or love quadrangles; the money in his hands is what really matters.
Mingliang composed himself and took a small, dark-colored medicine bottle out of his pocket.
"Eat this before next week's game."
Meng Yan was taken aback.
He knew what was in there; Mingliang had forced him to eat it before.
But it was no use. Mingliang's fighting strength was too weak. After being rejected and suppressed, Mingliang never dared to bring it up again.
This is why the fat man had mixed feelings towards him; he wanted to use him, but also hated him.
“Brother,” Bright rolled his eyes, “I know you’d rather not win this way, but think about it, who’s your opponent next week? That guy’s even fiercer than Louis!”
"I've seen all sorts of ruthless opponents," Meng Yan said calmly, glancing down at the bandage on his wrist. "And now, aren't I standing perfectly fine in front of you?"
"Why are you so stubborn?" Mingliang said, feigning heartbreak. "In a place like this, fists don't have eyes, there are no rules in the game, and people deserve to be beaten to death!"
"I know."
"Everyone else is taking their medicine, but you're not?"
"I don't like this dirty stuff!"
"you……"
Mingliang stared at him, but a faint smile flickered across his lips.
He gently placed the bottle on the table; he had given it to Meng Yan, and whether or not he ate it was up to him.
He actually knew that Meng Yan wouldn't take it. This kind of banned substance is very harmful. After a boxer takes it, he will be excited during the match. There was a time when someone took the drug and went into the ring and killed his opponent with just three punches.
However, while this kind of thing brings boxers substantial profits, it also causes even more physical harm.
They overdraw their health for the rest of their lives; once they pass the age of thirty-five, they will be completely ruined.
Therefore, Meng Yan is an exception in the underground boxing ring. He never takes banned substances or relies on drugs, yet he still wins spectacularly.
His position as the King of the Boxing Ring is unshakeable.
Mingliang scoffed and patted Meng Yan's shoulder with his fat hand. "Think it over again. After all, the next opponent is too strong. You are my most valued brother. I can't watch you die!"
Meng Yan didn't turn around to look at him, but could hear his heavy footsteps gradually fading into the distance.
As he left the building, a sinister smile appeared on Mingliang's face.
Meng Yan doesn't take drugs, but his opponents do. If his opponents take banned substances, they can kill Meng Yan in the boxing ring.
He has fulfilled his duty to remind others.
In these underground boxing rings, contracts are signed for life or death; even if someone is beaten to death, no one will seek justice for the deceased.
Human life is worthless here; the only thing that's valuable is money.
...
Long after Mingliang left, Meng Yan slowly turned around, looking at the bottle of medicine on the table with eyes full of disgust.
He was about to throw it into the trash can when Zhao Ashuang came in and quickly stopped him.
"Brother Yan, don't be impulsive!"
Meng Yan glared at him, and his cold gaze made Zhao Ashuang involuntarily take a few steps back.
"I...I saw your door was open, so I came in." His voice was very low. "Brother Yan, don't throw this medicine away yet. If it's in your way, just leave it with me!"
What are you keeping it for?
"I'm saving this for when you change your mind."
"Zhao Ashuang!"
Meng Yan let out a low growl, somewhat incredulous.
He thought Zhao Ashuang understood him.
"Brother Yan, why are you so stubborn!" Zhao Ashuang said anxiously, "This medicine won't harm your health if you take it once, and besides, there are no rules at all in this kind of boxing ring!"
“They have no rules, I do.”
Even in the darkest of times, he refused to win through underhanded means.
This place may not be noble, but it has its own dignity and pride.
In her haste, Zhao Ashuang blurted out, "Do you want to lose the competition in front of Yuan Yuan?"
"What did you say?"
"Yuan Yuan will be there that day too!"
Meng Yan felt a buzzing in her ears and her heart race.
He thought that name had long since disappeared from his life.
“It’s true, Xiao Rong told me.” Zhao Ashuang looked at him. “On the day of your competition, Yuan Yuan will come to see you. They are leaving Biandu, and before they leave, she wants to see you one last time.”
“Yuan Yuan originally didn’t want to tell anyone, but Xiao Rong couldn’t bear to see her so distressed these past few days, so he asked me to tell you.”
“Brother Yan…”
Zhao Ashuang was also upset. "This medicine will break your rules and your principles, but if you lose that day, how can you let Yuan Yuan leave happily? Can you bear to let her see you beaten up and covered in blood?"
Meng Yan clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his knuckles bulging.
His opponent that day was indeed a formidable opponent; Louis had once been defeated by that man.
He had already won that game against Luis with great difficulty.
That match terrified Huo Jiayuan. While his wound was infected and he had a high fever, he seemed to constantly hear her suppressed sobs...
And it's bright.
Mingliang knew his temperament; if the opponent hadn't been too powerful, this fat man wouldn't have sent this bottle of medicine.
“Brother Yan,” Zhao Ashuang sighed softly, “don’t you want Yuan Yuan to see you win?”
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