False evidence

Chapter 217 Challenging the Arena (Part 2)

I know this building very well. Three years ago, I worked at a fast food restaurant and a milk tea shop there.

Because I deliver food or drinks, I know pretty much what each floor and each unit is for.

Having gained consciousness of his past life... even without that experience, Yan Fengwei is still very shrewd.

He asked, "Are you here to stir up trouble?"

I said yes.

So we took the elevator directly to the 11th floor.

"Ding!"

As soon as the bell rang, Yan Fengwei pressed the elevator door opener, twisted his neck, and asked me:

"I'll just ask you one question: are you even reasonable?"

I nodded. "Let's be reasonable."

Yan Fengwei nodded, but then turned his head and squinted at the advertisement on the side of the elevator.

That was a promotional poster for a fight gym.

The address in the bottom right corner is... 11th floor.

After entering the bright glass doors of the fighting gym, I took off my top hat and nodded slightly to the female receptionist at the front desk.

"Hello, sir, you want to..." The receptionist looked me up and down, and seeing that I was dressed like a fool, she seemed a little lost for a moment.

"Hello, my name is Sanqi."

I nodded again.

The receptionist let out a soft sigh, but her eyes flickered slightly: "You want to..."

"I can talk to your owner, or rather, your manager or boss!"

I put my hat on behind my back and turned to look at some people in the stadium who were either fighting desperately or looking this way.

"Sir, what can I do for you by looking for our boss?" the receptionist asked calmly and gently.

I smiled at her and said, "The people in your store accidentally hurt my former classmate. They should apologize to them."

The receptionist blushed slightly: "You mean..."

I said you are beautiful.

I gently pressed down on one of her hands that was resting on the front desk. "I told you I'm here to get justice for my brother; if I don't get it back, I'll challenge you! I guarantee I'll take down every man here. No matter if they're wearing tank tops or not, or how muscular they are. Now you have three things to do: call the police, call the police, or take me to see your manager, or have him come see me."

"I didn't hear you clearly... I don't know what you mean, but, challenge the dojo..."

The female receptionist glanced at Yan Fengwei, her expression somewhat troubled. "According to the rules, if someone is truly just here for a friendly spar, we won't call the police; we'll only follow the rules of the martial arts world... But you... sir, you..."

"In movies, the people who call someone 'Mr.' are all the wives of 'Mr.'" I interrupted her.

"You...are you..."

The female receptionist pulled her hand back slightly, but didn't forcefully pull it away.

I held her hand, looked around, and with my other hand I drew a half circle in the air in front of her.

"What...what do you mean?" The female receptionist looked confused.

I simply walked straight to the reception desk, smiled at her, and said, "I really enjoy watching movies, especially old ones, but I'm not obsessed. I'm here today..."

I frowned, released her hand, and spread my arms, saying, "I originally came here to reason with them. But I've changed my mind now because I think you're pretty, and I want to perform better than them in front of you. So, I've decided to skip the reasoning and start by challenging them! You said that according to the rules, challenging someone and sparring... do you think there's a difference between these two terms?"

The receptionist seemed slightly agitated, but after turning halfway around to the left and right, she turned back to me and said, "Sir..."

"Excuse me, although I don't have a wife, I do have a girlfriend. But you always call me 'sir'... So I'll play the role of your boyfriend for a bit. Just for fun. Not in a vulgar way, but the kind of fun that makes you unable to call me 'sir'."

This segment of the conversation was extremely short.

However, it has already attracted a large crowd inside the venue.

I turned to look at a slightly older, capable-looking middle-aged man who was standing at the front: "I said, I'm here to challenge them!"

"Young man, listen to me..." The middle-aged man took half a step forward and said half a sentence, but a chorus of curses and swears erupted behind him.

"Damn it, are you looking for death?"

"Damn, now we have a live target."

"At the entrance of XX Real Estate Agency, No. XX Xuefu Road, who hit the wrong person?!" I raised my voice and asked.

A dark-skinned young man, half a head taller than Yan Fengwei and wearing only athletic shorts, spat:

"Oh, so that's why I came here. I've already been hit, so what..."

"Fine, you said it, so be it!"

I glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned to the female receptionist in her business suit. Without waiting for a reply, I took her hand again, and as I led her slowly out, I smiled and said:

"Everyone needs to have experiences different from the past. I promise, when I let go of your hand, it's only to protect you from getting hurt; as for the other hand, everyone except you and this gentleman I find somewhat agreeable knows what it's for!"

The dark-faced one was the first to rush forward, waving his arms and shouting, "Damn it..."

"Second-rate!"

Before the curse even left my lips, I had already delivered a powerful kick, sending the 'black-faced' man flying two meters away:
"Who the hell told you I don't have legs?!"

"Second-rate……"

"Oh!"

Yan Fengwei suddenly leaped forward and collided head-on with another young man who rushed forward. After knocking the other man to the ground, where he rolled around clutching his head, Yan Fengwei immediately retreated to a corner.

"Damn it! Let's do it!"

As he spoke, he charged at another person. Halfway there, he leaped up again, this time kicking a person running towards me from the side.

Then he turned and ran to the side.

Then the guy who initially thought he was going to fight him head-on, after realizing what was happening, started chasing after him relentlessly...

……

"Watch out!" The female receptionist yanked me hard.

I shifted my stance slightly, and just as someone was about to throw a punch at me, I used the momentum to lean forward, pressing myself right in front of the receptionist. Without turning around, I swung my fist, knocking the man away, while simultaneously adjusting my hat. Then, I turned to the receptionist and said:

"From now on, when men are doing things, they shouldn't be obstacles in their way!"

The female receptionist looked alarmed, but said, "Listen to me, I know why you've come. That matter is actually... Be careful!"

Before I could finish speaking, I had already tossed her aside.

At the same time, he bent over and twisted his hips, lifting both feet off the ground, and sideways bumped into a young man coming from the opposite direction.

The next second after shoving the other person aside, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and was back in front of the female receptionist:
"Excuse me, I didn't notice you were wearing high heels... Did you sprain your ankle?"

“No… to the right rear! Ji En…”

I quickly let go of her hand and instead put my arm around her waist. Suddenly, I spun around and clenched my other hand into a fist, sweeping it sharply behind me.

“Ji En…”

Upon hearing those two words again, a dark shadow suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a burning sensation spread from the bridge of my nose upwards to the top of my head...

"Fuck you! Why aren't you using your weapon?!"

Yan Fengwei's loud shout came into my ears.

I felt completely dark and had no power to deal with the outside world. I just relied on my senses to hold the female receptionist and spin around repeatedly.

I felt a strong gust of wind coming towards me, but there was no way to avoid it...

"Squat down!"

As he released the receptionist's slender waist, he leaped onto the wall, turned, and slammed down with one hand...

(End of this chapter)