Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 523 Miss Shen

Fang Youliu smiled and said, "Isn't that one-sided? So-called war doesn't necessarily take place on a battlefield with flashing swords."

Feng Xiuhu didn't understand: "Where else could it be?"

Fang Youliu caught a glimpse of Shunzi jumping onto the stage, so he didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he reminded him, "Third Master is going up."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiuhu immediately forgot about the previous topic and anxiously said, "Quick, let's find a place to place bets!"

Fang Youliu was taken aback: "You make money from this too?"

Feng Xiuhu ignored him, looking around for the betting table, but when his gaze swept over the arena, he couldn't help but pause: "It's him?"

"Who?"

Fang Youliu looked in the direction of the gaze and saw that on the stage, opposite Shunzi, stood a lean owl-man. He was shirtless, and dark green patterns spread across his purple skin, making him look quite eerie.

Fang Youliu didn't recognize this person, but Feng Xiuhu had seen him that morning—he was the owl who had been beaten up for being slow.

Fang asked six questions: "Do you know him?"

Feng Xiuhu stared at the stage, pursing his lips and remaining silent, seemingly lost in thought.

A friendly worker next to me excitedly replied, "His name is Hua Changrui! He lives in the same room as me!"

Fang Youliu chimed in, "You're still in the mood to be happy? He's going to get a beating."

The worker scoffed, "Being big doesn't necessarily make a difference. Hua Changrui has already taken down seven people!"

"Oh?"

Fang Youliu looked at the owl-man on the stage again: "Could he be a martial arts expert?"

The worker shrugged: "Who knows? He's only been here a few days, he doesn't know anyone here yet, who knows if he's trained before?"

Let's get back to the ring.

Shunzi recognized her opponent and was quite surprised: "You can box?"

Hua Changrui didn't respond, but silently observed Shunzi's figure, seemingly considering where to attack.

The person opposite him was neither too big nor too small, and he was someone Shunzi knew. Shunzi felt a little hesitant to make a move. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Why don't you go down yourself? You might really cause some trouble if you get hurt."

Amidst the cheers and boos from the audience, Hua Changrui suddenly made a move.

He bent slightly, lunged forward, and delivered a powerful punch straight at Shunzi's face.

Shunzi reacted quickly, immediately throwing a punch to meet the attack—however, he was worried about hurting his opponent, so he held back a lot of his strength.

With a muffled thud, the two of them took a step back.

"Ok?"

Shunzi's gaze sharpened, and she straightened her eyes to look at him again.

Hua Changrui's expression also became more wary, his eyes revealing surprise and doubt.

"you……"

Just as Shunzi was about to ask a question, Hua Changrui made another move—he decisively raised his hand, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I concede!"

After saying that, he turned around, jumped off the stage, and disappeared into the crowd.

They left so cleanly and efficiently.

Shunzi was stunned for two seconds and didn't come to her senses.

At this moment, a worker who looked like a referee climbed onto the platform and shouted down to the crowd, "Next! Next! Anyone else want to challenge?"

No one responded – Shunzi's physique alone was intimidating, and even those who were willing to risk their lives for money all restrained themselves at this moment.

When the referee announced the result, Shunzi was still a little dazed when he came down from the ring. The fight had been so chaotic and effortless that it was over before he could even savor it.

Feng Xiuhu also complained to him, "Can't you slow down? I haven't found where to place my bets yet."

Hearing Feng Xiuhu speak, Shunzi came to his senses: "Big brother, that kid just now..."

He looked around and lowered his voice: "He doesn't seem like an ordinary person."

Fang asked six questions: "Is he a martial arts practitioner?" Feng Xiuhu replied: "He is a cultivator."

Shunzi asked in surprise, "Brother, how did you know?"

Feng Xiuhu chuckled softly: "How could an ordinary person withstand Shunzi's punch? Even a trained fighter would have a hard time."

A fat man in a Western-style dress suddenly approached, interrupting the three's conversation.

He looks like a factory manager.

The manager gestured with his chin toward Shunzi: "So you are, come with me."

Shunzi, confused, asked, "Where are we going?"

The steward scoffed, "New here, huh? You won tonight, so you're qualified to meet Mr. Abbott, and you'll get a reward too."

After saying that, without waiting for Shunzi to understand or not, he walked towards the stairs on his own.

When they reached the top of the stairs, the manager turned around and found three people following him.

He was stunned: "What are you two doing?"

Feng Xiuhu adjusted his glasses, which weren't actually on his nose, and replied seriously, "I'm the player's agent."

"broker?"

The manager, puzzled but impressed, looked at Fang Youliu and asked, "And what about you?"

Fang Youliu fell silent, then subconsciously looked at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu answered on his behalf: "He is the driver."

The manager was baffled and waved his hand impatiently: "What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here."

Shunzi objected immediately: "If they don't go, I won't go either!"

The foreman sneered angrily, "Oh, you've really gone too far! Which workshop are you from? Don't bother coming to work tomorrow!"

Feng Xiuhu quickly said, "Then you should pay us this month's wages first."

Shunzi asked in confusion, "Where did we get our wages?"

Feng Xiuhu tugged at him: "Don't interrupt when I'm scamming money."

Fang Youliu took a deep breath—he didn't know if it was because the factory was too stuffy, or because being next to Feng Xiuhu made him feel suffocated.

The foreman raised his voice: "The wages were just settled last week, what are you asking for? I think you're trying to cause trouble!"

Just then, a woman's voice came from the stairs: "Let them come up."

Everyone looked up and saw a young woman—she was like a white camellia carefully cultivated in a greenhouse, her fair skin as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, making her complexion appear even more clear and noble.

She wore a brand-new long-sleeved cheongsam, tailored to fit her perfectly, outlining her exquisite curves without losing her composure; the neckline was adorned with a single knotted button in the shape of a magnolia flower, tightly fastening her slender neck.

The side slit at the hem subtly reveals the tips of white satin high heels. As she walks, the skirt rustles and the slit ripples outwards, yet there is absolutely no hint of frivolity.

He exudes an aura of refinement and wealth, both inside and out.

The moment he saw the woman clearly, the manager's face lit up with a smile: "Good evening, Miss Shen."

Miss Shen nodded slightly, her expression calm: "Meeting the winner in the boxing ring was personally arranged by Mr. Abbott, so don't break the rules."

The manager quickly nodded in agreement: "Miss Shen is right."

He turned around and beckoned to the three of them: "Come with me, and don't touch or look around indiscriminately."

So the group went up the steps, and as they passed Miss Shen, Feng Xiuhu was still curiously looking at her.

"Have we met before?"

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but ask a question.

Miss Shen slightly raised her eyelids and glanced indifferently at Feng Xiuhu.

She didn't reply, but walked away calmly.

(End of this chapter)