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The battle in the iron cage was about to be decided. The big white man straddled the black man's chest and swung his elbows repeatedly at his face. The sharp elbow tips tore open a bloody gash on his forehead and lower lip, exposing his upper teeth. He was about to be defeated.

Suddenly, the big white man let out a groan like a duck. He shakily got up and saw the black man bite his crotch and be pulled up like a catfish.

As his head shook violently, a clump of hairy flesh was ripped off along with his underwear. The burly white man clutched his bloodied crotch, rolling on the ground and screaming in agony.

"Oh!"

"Shit!"

The spectators watching the game all wore bitter expressions, as if their most precious bones had been bitten off.

Li Xiao felt a tightness in his crotch as he watched. This was too uncouth; once they stepped onto the ring, they were no different from wild beasts.

The large black man casually tossed the meat strip out of the octagon, then stepped forward and ended the match with a rear-naked choke.

People around rushed to grab it, but it was eventually snatched by a heavily made-up middle-aged black woman who even used her thick tongue to flick it.

"The victor is Roman of the Bloods, let's cheer for him!"

The host walked forward with the microphone, grabbed Luo Mao's arm, and raised it high. A deafening roar of screams erupted from the audience, while those who had lost their bets stomped their metal chairs loudly.

"Fuck you! Pete!"

"You useless piece of trash! Get down there and eat shit under your mother's crotch!"

"Fuck your mother, you piece of trash! You've ruined my money, you bastard!"

A barrage of curses erupted; if it weren't for the iron cage surrounding them, they would have loved to tear the burly white man to pieces.

"Scared?" Quese grinned mischievously. "It's no use being scared. You're not getting away tonight. Learn from this experience so you don't get knocked out on stage."

"It's alright," Li Xiao sighed, twisting his neck. "I won't let anyone touch that area."

"Hey, isn't this my brother Quese? Bringing a new recruit today?" A bald white man in a tuxedo walked over, carrying a wine glass. He swaggered around and gave a Nazi salute with his left hand. The nude woman tattooed on his head trembled as his scalp moved.

"Hello Johnny," Quese's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible coldness, then he laughed and went to greet him. The two exchanged a passionate kiss on the cheek, making loud smacking sounds.

Li Xiao discovered that these people were quite adept at feigning politeness. When they needed to laugh, they were more genuine than anyone else, but when they really turned on each other, they were quicker to stab each other in the back. Despite being rival gangs who wished to kill each other, they got along extremely well. Queser had even killed a member of the Blood Gang not long ago.

Johnny's gaze skipped over Queser and swept over Li Xiao without any politeness, as if he were appraising a piece of merchandise.

"A fresh-faced rookie," Quese said, taking the cigar offered to him. "Bring him in for some fun tonight. You sent the giant Bryson for the last match?"

"Yes, that's right." Johnny licked the sea salt off the back of his hand and drank it all in one gulp. "I wonder if your little one can handle his affection."

"Hmph, you don't need to worry about that," Quese said, exhaling a puff of smoke from his nostrils. "You know how to dismantle something to death, right?"

"Oh yeah, Bruce Lee! Hope your kung fu kid doesn't get his ass kicked on the spot." Johnny rubbed his bald head. "My Brison loves bullying these little chicks."

Li Xiao's face darkened. This guy couldn't resist provoking him in every sentence. Although Quesai wasn't a good guy either, at least he could put on a show.

"Johnny's cup is nice," Li Xiao snatched the glass away. "It's just that the quality is a bit poor."

Li Xiao clenched his fingers, and the wine glass shattered in his palm with a piercing sound. As he rubbed his fingers together, the shards fell like rain from between his fingers.

"Very good, it seems that the people Brother Quese brought this time are quite capable." Johnny stared intently at the hand, his smile suddenly freezing.

"Unfortunately, I do know a little bit of Chinese Kung Fu," Li Xiao generously showed off, extending his palm which had only a few white marks.

This kid is a bit tricky. Johnny could tell that Li Xiao crushed the glass into pieces the size of wheat grains using only his grip strength. No wonder Queser let him sit next to him, vaguely regarding him as a confidant. He would have to give Bryson something later. Thinking this, Johnny turned and left, giving Li Xiao a sinister look before he left.

"Haha, well done, Connor!" Quesser slapped his thigh with satisfaction. "I've been fucking annoyed with this son of a bitch for a long time. You didn't see the look on his face when he beat me last time. I really wanted to twist off his bald head and use it as a cup."

"We're on the same side now, aren't we? Reveal some details about Bryson, after all, you don't want me to lose, do you?" Li Xiao shrugged.

「布里森他没有什幺格斗技巧」奎塞弹了下雪茄「唯一依靠的就是恐怖的力量跟抗揍你只要别被他掐住应该有机会赢」

"What did Johnny mean by those things?" Li Xiao asked again. "Does he sound like a homosexual?"

"Not only that," Quesser stubbed out his cigar and straightened his suit. "His favorite thing to do is rape young girls. Over the years, he's ruined no fewer than 20 little girls. He's a complete piece of trash."

It was clear that Queser was extremely disgusted by this man's behavior. Li Xiao's pupils dilated slightly upon hearing this. Sixty little girls? Even Li Xiao was stunned upon hearing this, and a strange thought began to sprout in his mind.

Just then, Queser's fighter came out from behind the curtain. He had changed into a fishnet outfit that looked ridiculously constricted around his stomach. He opened the iron cage and spun around, twisting his fat buttocks. Occasionally, whistles came from the stands, but more often, there was a chorus of boos. Li Xiao noticed that Queser's face was getting darker and darker.

The Indian player on the opposite side also went out. Sure enough, he was skinny and wearing a faded yellow shirt. His dark brown skin made him look like a Vaishya.

A blonde, blue-eyed woman, swaying her firm, full hips and wearing a red bikini, walked onto the ring holding a sign. The Indian contestant's eyes followed her graceful figure intently.

The woman avoided his gaze in fear, and seeing that the Indian man was already drooling, she quickly left the ring.

Li Xiao had no doubt that if this woman had been a step later, she would have been tackled.

The match began as the referee struck the clock.

As soon as Queser's boxer made a fist-raising gesture, the Indian man pounced on him like a vicious dog. Before Queser could react, his pants were pulled down and he fell to the ground.

An Indian man stripped off his clothes and thrust his buttocks forward. Amid screams, the Indian man did unspeakable things to the muscular black athlete, whose legs were bent into a horrific arc from the thighs down.

"Help!"

This scene immediately drew malicious laughter from the audience. No one expected that the two of them could actually get into a fight on the ring.

Quesser gritted his teeth, his gaze instinctively drifting to Johnny's face, which was now contorted with a mocking smile. Quesser's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Li Xiao's eyelids twitched. He had witnessed the chaos of underground boxing firsthand. Everyone knew that the Third Brother's level of repression was the highest in the world, and he deliberately dressed like a gay man, no wonder he was topped.

Queser's boxer was carried off the plane, tears streaming down his face. His fishnet shirt was torn to shreds, and there were even several teeth marks on his chest.

Countless aluminum cans smashed against him, causing him to scream in pain, and blood could be seen flowing from his thighs.

"You damn gay guy, no wonder you got slept with!"

"I bet $500 on someone like you to be in the ring, Quesser."

"Refund! Refund!"

The Indian man on the field pulled up his pants with satisfaction, even sniffing the scent left by the blonde woman on the field, revealing a happy smile.

Time passed quickly, and unsurprisingly, Quese's other boxer was also defeated. He was fighting a young Korean man, and a powerful groin kick shattered his testicles.

Li Xiao let out a breath of stale air; barring any unforeseen circumstances, it would be his turn to go on stage next.

"Connor," Quese's voice came through, sounding somewhat muffled, "We have to win!"

Li Xiao looked over and saw that the muscles on that face were contorted in extreme anger, as if he was suppressing his anger to the extreme.

"Um"