At midnight, the match Ye Fei had bet on officially began.
She sat before the glass, looking down at the man who leisurely walked onto the stage below.
Compared to his opponent’s fiery enthusiasm, he was like a beast hunting in the dark, exuding a confident arrogance.
The scenario from last time, where no one placed bets, did not repeat itself. This time, he seemed quite popular, forcing a bet of ten million yuan.
Staring at him for a long while, Ye Fei was absolutely certain she had seen this man somewhere before.
Although her memory wasn’t clear, the sense of familiarity she felt upon seeing him couldn’t be mistaken.
After cautiously opening the door and pondering for a while outside, Jing Chu returned to Ye Fei’s side, rubbing his face.
Noticing that the person in the wheelchair had no intention of acknowledging him, Jing Chu followed her gaze toward the ring.
Upon clearly seeing the person standing in the ring, he spoke somewhat guiltily.
“Boss, I went to find him, but that guy wouldn’t agree.”
Hearing his words, Ye Fei felt even more speechless. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, “Where on earth do you get these strange ideas?”
Jing Chu replied very seriously, “When I came here, Boss Wen said I must take good care of you and follow your wishes.”
Anything the boss glanced at more than once, he was determined to bring back.
Listening to this, Ye Fei couldn’t help but close her eyes. This kid was sometimes incredibly sharp, but other times, he just didn’t seem very bright.
“If you keep acting on your own like this, I’ll shave off all your hair and eyebrows.”
Hearing Ye Fei’s threat, Jing Chu nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
However, after seeing the person standing below, Jing Chu also grew interested.
Most importantly, the person standing opposite Number Thirty-Nine was the very boxer the boss hadn’t taken a liking to earlier.
Recalling the look in his eyes just now, Jing Chu’s heart leaped with excitement at the prospect of watching the drama unfold.
Brother Rong glanced at the person standing opposite him. This brat had only won one match, while he was an undefeated champion.
Seeing that the odds displayed on the electronic board for this guy were much higher than his own, his anger flared even more intensely.
“You brat, watch me cripple you today.”
The person opposite him only lifted his eyes to glance at him, his gaze not lingering on him for even a moment.
The feeling of being scorned pushed Brother Rong’s anger to its peak, and he launched the first attack.
Already a seasoned veteran in the ring, this man struck swiftly and ruthlessly, each move aimed at vital points. His speed and strength were beyond what ordinary boxers could match.
Ye Fei had been watching matches here for nearly a month. Although they were all boxing matches, each boxer had their own distinct style.
This Brother Rong belonged to the power type, relying on brute strength.
But the Number Thirty-Nine opposite him was different. From the very first match, Ye Fei had noticed that while he appeared calm and composed on the surface, his moves were cunning and ruthless.
Although he was a technical fighter, his strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.
Watching the man being forced to retreat repeatedly, Jing Chu stood beside Ye Fei and commented.
“Didn’t he look pretty impressive last time? Why does it seem like he’s about to lose now?”
The boss had watched so many matches here. If she genuinely liked this sport, she wouldn’t be so picky about boxers or their skills—she cared more about their looks.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken a liking to Number Thirty-Nine.
Ye Fei seemed to know what he was thinking and curled her finger. Jing Chu obediently crouched down. As soon as he bent over, Ye Fei’s notebook tapped on his head.
“I told you, don’t just look at appearances.”
Along with Ye Fei’s movement, the overwhelming shouts from below also fell.
The situation on the ring had reversed. Brother Rong, who had been extremely arrogant before, was now being forced to retreat step by step, his face already bruised and swollen.
The opponent’s strikes were forceful. From Ye Fei’s angle, she could see the tight muscle lines on his arms due to exertion.
One punch after another landed on him, carrying absolutely explosive power.
Finally, when Brother Rong fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The referee shouted hoarsely beside his ear.
But the person on the ground didn’t even struggle with his limbs, just staring fiercely at the person standing above him.
The last number fell, and the referee announced Number Thirty-Nine’s victory.
Those who had bet on him winning shouted even more hoarsely.
The person standing against the light suddenly crouched down, looking at the man on the ground who had no ability to retaliate. The fiery red boxing gloves dripped sticky red liquid.
“If there’s a next time, I’ll make you truly disabled…”
The person on the ground’s pupils suddenly dilated. This was the first time he heard this guy’s voice. It was clearly a low voice like from an empty valley, yet also carried the valley’s chill.
He instantly understood that his words in the locker room had angered this fierce deity.
“He won.” Jing Chu widened his eyes.
Originally, he thought the previous match’s win was somewhat lucky for this guy. This time, his opponent was at least a proper high-level boxer.
Yet he was beaten without any ability to retaliate, and finally, the person was carried out.
The person on the ring turned around. Between glances through the glass, he looked at the person sitting in the wheelchair.
The gaze unexpectedly met, and Ye Fei also paused for a moment, quickly reacting by raising the corners of her lips and gently clapping.
The surrounding clamor rose and fell. The person on the stage was clearly amidst it, yet seemed detached.
Suddenly, the glass before Ye Fei lowered the curtain used for shielding, and everything returned to darkness.
“Boss, are we still watching?” Jing Chu asked.
Ye Fei shook her head contentedly, “No need, let’s go back.”
This match was enough.
In the exclusive VIP passage, Jing Chu pushed the wheelchair toward the exit.
“Boss, Sister Xi sent a message saying she still needs one night.”
Ye Fei’s partner Chu Xi is second on the Intercontinental Hackers List, with formidable strength.
Generally, she wouldn’t intervene unless necessary, but she never fails.
Even she needed some time, so it must be that Jiangcheng’s Judicial Department really spent great effort to overhaul its internal network system.
As they neared the door, both looked up and saw a figure leaning against the corridor ahead.
After clearly seeing the person ahead, Jing Chu whispered a reminder, “Boss, it’s Number Thirty-Nine.”
This guy already rejected the boss, why block the way here now.
“Go from there.” Ye Fei decisively ordered a turn.
As Jing Chu pushed her and was about to turn, they heard the person ahead speak.
“Why does Miss Ye look like she’s guilty of something.”
His tone was clear and cold, his voice low. Though he had just emerged from a bloody scene, he seemed like a monk secluded on a mountain, untouched by worldly affairs.
Since they had already called out directly, turning and leaving without looking back would truly seem like a guilty conscience.
Receiving Ye Fei’s signal, Jing Chu obediently led the others back.
“Was this gentleman speaking to me?”
The person opposite naturally knew she was playing dumb and simply stopped pretending, stepping forward.
He still held the boxing gloves he had just taken off, the bloodstains on them revealing the kind of fight he had just been through.
“I heard Miss Ye has been relentlessly pursuing me. It would seem rather impolite if I didn’t come to meet you.”
The man looked down at her, and Ye Fei glanced up, taking in his sharply defined, almost sculpted features.
Indeed, good-looking people are pleasing from every angle.
“I don’t like to force others. Since you’re unwilling, of course I can’t be too shameless, right?” Ye Fei raised her eyes, smiling brightly as she spoke.
Beside her, Jing Chu nearly broke into a cold sweat. It felt like the boss was about to turn on him any moment.
“Besides, many things in this world have substitutes.”
Hearing her say this with such seriousness, the man’s dark eyes grew even more somber.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her. Ye Fei looked up and met a handsome face almost within reach.
Locking eyes, she saw a flicker of intensity in his gaze, like undercurrents swirling in the depths of a dark lake.