Three days later, Kowloon Walled City.
Yang Sheng sat below the noisy boxing ring, squinting as he watched the two boxers fiercely battling it out.
With Yang Sheng now officially recognized as a "red stick" (a term used to describe someone who is skilled in boxing), he is now qualified to sit in the boxing ring.
Of course, He Wenchang and the other two were all in front of him.
Yang Sheng might be lucky this time; he's already played more than ten matches but hasn't had his turn yet. He might even get a bye.
However, looking at Yang Sheng, he suddenly felt something was off. He asked the foreigner next to him, "Why does it feel like there are fewer people? Last time I made it into the top fifty, but there seem to be less than fifty people here."
The foreigner said in a low voice, "Boss, not everyone is as freakish as you, fighting to the death in every battle and not getting too injured."
Even if some people win, they won't be able to recover from their injuries in three days. If there's no one in the club to replace them, they definitely won't play.
For most clubs, making it into the top 50 is considered good enough, as long as they don't lose too much face; abstaining isn't shameful.
For most boxers, winning is a source of pride for the gang, but if they cripple themselves, whether the gang will support them for life is uncertain.
Yang Sheng nodded and looked towards Chao Yiyong.
This underground emperor remained arrogant and domineering. This time, he didn't cause me any trouble because he was considering the overall situation of the Dragon City Championship and was afraid that if things got out of hand, his bribing of boxers to fix matches would be exposed.
However, since I ruined his plan and eliminated his leader, I'm sure he'll hold a grudge against me.
So I need to be more careful going forward to avoid being ambushed.
Even the best kung fu master is afraid of a kitchen knife.
Although Yang Sheng's mastery of traditional Chinese martial arts has reached 90%, firearms are still the fastest way to kill people.
He wasn't arrogant enough to think he could roam freely amidst gunfire.
Just then, the match on stage ended.
Referee Song Changli stepped onto the stage and announced in a deep voice, "Next match: Hong Shenglian vs. Yinglian Society! Please send your fighters to the stage!"
Yang Sheng was taken aback, not expecting that his next opponent would be someone from the British Associated Press again.
Meanwhile, the other people below were also discussing amongst themselves, and Yang Sheng vaguely heard the words "Hanlong".
The foreigner Wen chuckled and said, "Brother Sheng, you've made a name for yourself in the Hong Kong underworld now. They all call you 'Heroic Dragon' Yang Sheng."
Yang Sheng asked curiously, "Why did you give me such a nickname?"
"Because two of the three tigers of the British Associated Press died at your hands, the dragon is more powerful than the tiger."
"And Brother Sheng, your moves are incredibly fierce; that nickname is very fitting."
Yang Sheng pursed his lips, seemingly indifferent to the nickname.
Hong Kong people often like to give people nicknames, most of which are incredibly cringeworthy, but they still enjoy it.
As soon as Yang Sheng stood up, He Wenchang, somewhat apprehensive, pulled him aside and instructed him:
"Ah Sheng, you must stay calm this time. Just stop when you've said enough."
He Wenchang was genuinely frightened by Yang Sheng.
Yang Sheng has already killed two people in the Dragon City Championship.
There's no going back to the third time. If Yang Sheng were to kill another member of the British Associated Press, he'd probably have a heart attack.
Yang Sheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Lao Ding, I know what I'm doing."
Although Yang Sheng said that, He Wenchang didn't believe it.
Yang Sheng said the same thing last time, and as a result, Feng Le's heart was blown apart by Yang Sheng.
However, this time Yang Sheng wasn't just going through the motions, nor was he planning to really kill him.
After killing Luo Rong, he had no further conflicts with the British Associated Press, and Chai Jiu even tried to recruit him.
He also learned about the clues to the main quest, the Imperial Guard Saber, from Chai Jiu. As long as the other party stopped short of killing him, Yang Sheng would certainly not go all out.
As Yang Sheng stepped into the boxing ring to sign the death waiver, a young man in his early thirties with a full head of white hair also stepped onto the stage from the British Associated Press side.
This young man with a full head of white hair was naturally the last of the three tigers of the British Associated Press, the White-haired Tiger Zuo Kun!
Compared to Ruan Feng and Yao Hui, Zuo Kun became famous much earlier.
More than a decade ago, he followed Chai Hongtu, the former head of the British Associated Press, to Thailand, where he won seventeen consecutive matches in the underground boxing ring, striking fear into the hearts of the Thais.
He was also Chai Hongtu's godson, and many people even thought he should be the next head of the British Associated Press.
Even if it weren't him, Zuo Kun might not be convinced if Chai Jiu took over. Some even speculated that Zuo Kun and Chai Jiu would have an internal power struggle.
Unexpectedly, Luo Rong stepped forward in the end, while Zuo Kun obediently served Chai Jiu.
It's unclear whether Zuo Kun was too loyal to Chai Hongtu, or whether Chai Jiu was simply too cunning.
"To be honest, although I really dislike Yaohui and that Vietnamese guy, I really dislike your nickname."
Zuo Kun was tall, nearly two meters tall, with long arms and legs, and looked like a ferocious giant ape, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "I only found out about this nickname they gave me today, so you can't blame me for it."
A smile appeared on Zuo Kun's lips: "Whether you came up with this nickname yourself or not, if I don't fight you, the name of the Three Tigers of the British Associated Press will become a joke."
Brother Chai said you are extraordinary and not someone to be underestimated, but I don't quite believe it.
"Yang Sheng, the Fierce Dragon, you're better than me! Your nickname is truly well-deserved!"
As soon as Zuo Kun finished speaking, he took the initiative to strike, his two long arms like iron whips, slamming down on his head in turn, creating a whistling sound.
Many people in the audience were also shouting and jeering.
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