The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Haicheng, Xicheng District.

This is the most chaotic corner of the entire city, where law and order seem utterly powerless.

Tang Tang led Jiang Chen through the maze-like alleyways, skillfully avoiding several spies lurking in the shadows.

Her face was a little pale, and her gothic outfit lost its usual arrogance due to nervousness.

"Brother, it's just ahead."

Tangtang pointed to the gate of an abandoned slaughterhouse and lowered her voice.

"This place is called 'Shura Cage,' and nine out of ten people who go in come out lying down."

"You...you really won't reconsider?"

Jiang Chen did not answer, and walked straight toward the rusty iron gate.

Two burly men guarding the gate blocked the way with their arms crossed, their eyes filled with hostility.

Tang Tang quickly pulled out a gold-embossed card from her pocket; it was the invitation she had gotten from Sang Biao.

The burly man glanced at it, withdrew his arm, and pushed the iron gate open heavily.

"Boom—"

A wave of heat hit me.

The stench was a mixture of strong smells of blood, sweat, alcohol, and tobacco, creating a nauseating odor.

The deafening roars and frenzied shouts seemed to threaten to lift the entire roof off.

The slaughterhouse was hollowed out and transformed into a huge circular arena.

In the center was an octagonal cage made of thick steel bars, and the ground was dark red, stained with countless drops of blood.

Around the cage were tiered seating areas, densely packed with gamblers with ferocious faces and crazed expressions.

They waved banknotes and shouted themselves hoarse to cheer on the boxers fighting in the cage.

Tangtang swallowed and muttered to herself.

"They've gone mad, everyone here has gone mad."

Jiang Chen's gaze swept across the entire room, his expression unwavering, as if everything before him was nothing more than an ordinary scene.

He walked toward a corner with a sign that read "Registration Area".

Behind the registration desk sat a one-eyed man wearing an eye patch.

The man was smoking a cigarette, slowly counting a stack of banknotes, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"Sign up."

Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it reached the man's ears clearly.

The one-eyed man stopped what he was doing, raised his only remaining eye, and looked Jiang Chen up and down.

He saw Jiang Chen's handsome face and his not-so-exaggerated physique.

"Oh."

The one-eyed man let out a sneer and spat his cigarette butt onto the ground.

"Hey kid, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you?"

"The duck restaurant is in Dongcheng, not here."

Several gamblers who were queuing to place bets nearby joined in the laughter upon hearing this.

"Hahaha, what's this pretty boy doing here? Providing the boxers with snacks?"

"With such delicate skin, can she even take a punch?"

Tang Tang's face flushed red and then turned pale. She wanted to retort, but was too intimidated by the atmosphere to utter a sound.

Jiang Chen looked at the one-eyed man and repeated it.

"Sign up."

His tone remained calm, but his gaze made the one-eyed man's laughter catch in his throat.

One-Eyed Dragon couldn't see a trace of joke or fear in Jiang Chen's eyes.

He snorted, pulled a piece of paper covered with terms and conditions from under the table, and slammed it on the table.

"Fine, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

"The waiver of life and death has been signed."

"If someone dies in a cage, we're not responsible for collecting their body."

Jiang Chen picked up the pen, and without even looking at what was written on it, he signed his name in a flamboyant manner.

One-Eyed Dragon picked up the paper, blew on the ink, and shouted to the staff behind him.

"The newest offering, Jiang Chen!"

"Arrange a match for him."

Soon, the match list was refreshed on the huge electronic screen hanging above the arena.

Jiang Chen's name appeared in the first match.

And in the column for his opponent, there was a chilling nickname.

"Meat grinder".

What's even more glaring is the odds following the names.

Jiang Chen wins, 1:100.

Meat grinder wins, 1:1.05.

This number feels like a public humiliation.

After a brief silence, the room erupted in even louder laughter than before.

"Holy crap! One to one hundred payout! Is this boxing ring treating us like idiots? Giving us our money away!"

"Buy it! We absolutely have to buy a meat grinder! I'll stake my wife's dowry on it!"

"Who is this Jiang Chen? Which rich kid is up to no good and decided to experience life?"

Tangtang's calves were cramping.

She tugged at Jiang Chen's sleeve, her voice trembling with tears.

"Big brother, let's go! Can't we stop fighting?"

"That's a meat grinder! A monster from Russia! I heard they killed a brown bear with their bare hands in Siberia last year!"

"Look at the video of his last match, he snapped his opponent's neck! We can't beat him!"

Jiang Chen ignored her pleas and turned to walk towards the betting window.

"all."

He slapped the bank card that Sang Biao had given him onto the counter.

"Bet on me to win."

The betting clerk in the window paused for a moment, then asked as if to confirm.

"What did you say? Who are you buying?"

"Buy me, Jiang Chen, you win."

The betting clerk looked at him like he was an idiot, then glanced at Tang Tang behind him.

"Miss, is your friend out of his mind?"

"This is the highest odds we've ever had since our boxing ring opened, which means he's guaranteed to die if he goes up there, you understand?"

Jiang Chen didn't explain, he just looked at him quietly.

The betting clerk felt uneasy under his gaze and had no choice but to take the bank card and operate the machine.

Tangtang felt so heartbroken watching this scene that she could hardly breathe.

That's millions of dollars that Sang Biao had to pay in compensation!

So it's all gone like this?

She was torn between two conflicting thoughts.

On one side is the terrifying record of the "meat grinder," and on the other side is Jiang Chen's godlike and demonic methods in the alley that night.

Reason told her that no matter how good Jiang Chen was at fighting, he couldn't possibly defeat a monster weighing over 300 pounds.

Yet her intuition gave her a strange sense of confidence in this man.

"Oh shit!"

Tangtang gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and rushed to the window.

She took a small cloth bag out of her worn-out crossbody bag and emptied out all the money inside.

It consisted of loose banknotes and a handful of coins, totaling only a few thousand dollars.

This is all her possessions.

She shoved all the money at the betting clerk, closed her eyes, and shouted it out with all her might.

"I'm betting too! I'm betting on my older brother to win!"

The betting operators have become completely numb.

"Another lunatic has arrived."

Tang Tang held the thin betting slip, her hands trembling.

She watched Jiang Chen's retreating figure, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Brother, I've staked everything I have on you!"

"We won, our club's young models!"

"I lost... if I lose, I'll have no choice but to go back to sea and work to pay off my debts!"

Just then, the stadium's public address system came on.

"The first match is a no-holds-barred fight!"

"Challenger: Jiang Chen!"

"A showdown!"

"The merciless behemoth from Siberia—the meat grinder!"

The atmosphere in the entire venue was instantly ignited.

Amidst boos and jeers, Jiang Chen slowly walked towards the octagon.

The cage door opened, and he went inside.

Opposite them, a giant man over two meters tall, with muscles bulging like granite, also stepped into the cage.

With each step he took, the entire cage swayed slightly.

He is the "meat grinder".

He saw his opponent, Jiang Chen, who appeared to him as frail as a child.

"Meat Grinder" grinned, revealing a mouthful of broken, yellow teeth, and raised its thick arm towards Jiang Chen, slowly running its thumb across its own neck.

A throat-slitting gesture.

"Tear him to pieces!"

"Break his neck!"

"Meat grinder! Meat grinder!"

The entire audience roared in unison, their shouts deafening.

The referee walked to the center of the cage, glanced at the two men briefly, and said nothing more.

He raised his hand high.

Then, it fell suddenly.

"bite--!"

The starting bell rang shrilly.

The moment the bell rang.

The "meat grinder" started moving.

His massive body unleashed a speed completely disproportionate to his size, charging straight toward Jiang Chen like an out-of-control heavy tank!

The ground is shaking!

He roared and swung his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish.

The fist whistled through the air, carrying a force that seemed capable of shattering the very air, aimed straight for Jiang Chen's face.

In Tang Tang's terrified eyes, a fist larger than Jiang Chen's head stopped less than three inches from the tip of his nose.