He was very tall, about 1.92 meters, with a scar on his strong brow bone, narrow, dark eyes with a thin layer of red around the corners of his eyes, and lips as red as peonies pressed tightly together. He exuded a cold and ruthless killing aura.
He was lean and muscular, with well-developed and firm chest and abdominal muscles without an ounce of fat, and bluish-purple veins bulging under his shoulders and arms.
Suddenly, the man narrowed his eyes, and the scarlet light shining through them was even more chilling.
Yu Qiao pursed her delicate lips, her long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly, intimidated by the man's aggressive and cold gaze.
But she couldn't help stealing glances at the man's sexy chest muscles, eight-pack abs, V-line, and two long, slender, and strong legs...
Yu Qiao's fox-like eyes sparkled, revealing a seductive charm. Her natural beauty was pure and alluring, so gentle that it softened one's heart.
She thought to herself, somewhat vaguely, that it would be nice to have a relationship with a man like that.
"This is the last match of the day, Pei Jin versus Wang Quan! Both players, step onto the field!" the referee's loud voice rang out.
Pei Jin paused for a moment, glancing thoughtfully at the woman in the red dress who looked radiantly white below the stage, before turning his gaze away and lifting his long legs to walk onto the stage.
On the huge screen, Pei Jin's name appeared, along with his fierce and menacing face.
Yu Qiao blinked, looked at the stage, then at the screen, and thought that Pei Jin was not photogenic; he was much better looking in person than in photos.
"Pei Jin! Beast! Beast! Victory is certain!"
"This match should have been won by Wang Quan! Wang Quan is a three-time consecutive boxing champion!"
"I'll still seduce the wild beast!"
"..."
Pei Jin, nicknamed "The Beast," has been riding high for the past six months, never having suffered a defeat. He fights with reckless abandon, fierce and ruthless.
Wang Quan, the previous boxing champion, nicknamed Wild Dog, has a body full of powerful muscles like a giant. He is very strong and has never lost a boxing match, earning him the title of "Invincible King".
"My goodness, I've finally found you! Come with me now!" He Ye clasped his hands together and squeezed through the surging crowd to the front. His exquisite clothes were all wrinkled, and his cringeworthy blond hair was a mess.
"No!" Yu Qiao crossed her arms and stared intently at Pei Jin on the stage.
He Ye followed Yu Qiao's gaze and saw Pei Jin, the most popular figure in the boxing ring. A sense of crisis welled up in his heart, and he quickly said, "You've taken a liking to this kid?"
"You know him?" Yu Qiao turned her head and looked at He Ye with her beautiful fox-like eyes.
"Pei Jin, he's been making headlines lately, the boxing ring is full of his female admirers." He Ye rubbed his nose, saying without changing his expression, "But, this guy's got a screw loose!"
Yu Qiao blinked, her face full of curiosity: "How so?"
"He forcibly kissed a woman who had a boyfriend a while ago, and even beat up her boyfriend. He boasted that he only likes women with boyfriends, and he would mess with whoever has a boyfriend!" He Ye's heart pounded twice.
"...?" Yu Qiao was stunned. Her fox-like eyes widened slightly as she looked incredulously at Pei Jin, who exuded a fierce and malevolent aura. She thought to herself, "So these boxers in the boxing ring have some rather peculiar tastes. Isn't this just: 'Are you sick?'"
Seeing that she believed him, He Ye laughed smugly and became even more enthusiastic in his slander: "Of course he's sick! There aren't many normal men in places like this, otherwise why wouldn't your brother allow you to come to a place like this?"
"I don't care, I'm going to watch the whole game today!" Yu Qiao turned her head and snorted.
Sure enough, the next second they heard He Ye's annoying voice: "My goodness! Your brother is really going to kill me!"
"He Ye!" Yu Qiao's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a charming and alluring demeanor. Her long, slender white fingers poked at He Ye's chest, her voice incredibly soft and seductive, penetrating to the bone: "I'll be very good!"
"If you bother me again, I'll never talk to you again!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Qiao turned her head again, staring intently at the situation on the stage.
The boxing match began with a pre-match standoff. Wang Quan was tall and muscular, with an astonishingly strong physique. His dark face was full of disdain and arrogance, his nostrils pointing upwards, and his expression lewd.
Pei Jin exuded a ruthless aura, his cold, dark eyes filled with murderous intent, and his overflowing hormones attracted the fiery gazes and screams of many women.
As the first round of the match began, Pei Jin's gaze suddenly turned even colder. He was clear-headed and had a strong presence, almost overwhelming the arrogant and complacent Wang Quan.
The shouts from the spectators in the stands grew sharper and sharper with each passing moment.
Violence and bloodshed.
Yu Qiao stared at the boxing ring, her breathing becoming labored, her palms sweating slightly, and she was also stirred by an indescribable excitement.
Boxers are known for their skill and strength, and are generally quite rough around the edges, but Pei Jin's attacks were so skillful that they were actually quite pleasing to the eye.
The scene was truly bloody, with the king being beaten and spitting blood, mixed with broken teeth.
Suddenly, Pei Jin punched Wang Quan in the jaw. Wang Quan gritted his teeth, grabbed Pei Jin's waist, and with a groan, slammed Pei Jin against the iron net!
Yu Qiao's fox-like eyes widened suddenly as she stared at Pei Jin, who was standing right in front of her, and her heart began to pound.
Their eyes met, and his gaze still held a fierce killing intent, his dark pupils tinged with a scarlet hue.
Her expression was one of astonishment, and even her alluring fox-like eyes seemed to glaze over.
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