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"Connor, you're still so wary of me," Li Xiao heard the sigh on the other end of the phone, as if a kind-hearted person had been misunderstood.

Li Xiao smiled coldly to himself. Who would dare to believe what the viper said? Right now, he was just a cash cow for him to make money. Li Xiao was very clear about this and would try his best to avoid revealing his family's location.

After hanging up the phone, Bruce had already pushed open the door.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

His gaze remained calm as always. Li Xiao glanced at him but did not refuse. The two walked into the alley one after the other. A breeze carrying a damp scent blew towards them, and their shadows stretched long under the streetlights.

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"You really want to come with me to the underground boxing ring?" Looking at the bustling traffic outside the window, Li Xiao turned to Bruce. "People die all the time there. People with weaker mental fortitude might need a long time to recover after going in."

"It's time for me to broaden my horizons," Bruce said, swerving to avoid the car that cut in front of him. "Besides, can anything be as bloody as the methods of a cult? When things really get serious, there won't be time for me to adjust."

"Fine, whatever you want," Li Xiao said, no longer trying to persuade him. Actually, what he said made a lot of sense. It was good to build up his courage now so that he wouldn't be scared into submission later when he sought revenge.

Half an hour later, the familiar cement building was getting closer and closer.

After getting off the car, there were still only a few members of the crippled gang squatting at the entrance. When they saw Li Xiao arrive, they immediately bowed and scraped as they approached. One of the tall, thin black men had half a rolled-up leaf in his mouth, and he quickly stomped it out when he saw Li Xiao coming over.

"Boss, you've arrived!"

"Locomotive?" Li Xiao frowned, feeling that the nickname was outdated and old-fashioned, like the green trains that ran in the 70s and 80s.

"Don't you know? The boxing ring has given you a really cool nickname now: Locomotive Conor! It means that getting punched by you is no different than being hit by a locomotive."

Li Xiao's face was gloomy. This nickname was really strange, but seeing how proud these gang members looked, there was no point in correcting them.

He sighed inwardly. Once a nickname is given, it's almost impossible to change it. Oh well, Locomotive it is. At least it's not some weird nickname.

"Open the door"

Li Xiao raised his chin, and the members of the crippled gang hurriedly pulled open the door. The iron door made a screeching sound, and hot air blew up the stale air inside.

"Need directions, locomotive driver?"

"No need," Li Xiao refused awkwardly. Accepting was one thing, but it sounded really embarrassing.

Li Xiao and Bruce walked into the stairwell and arrived at the lounge. Quese greeted them warmly, but was taken aback when he saw Bruce.

"Who is this?"

"His name is Bruce, my good friend. He's here to help me out."

"Hi Bruce, Connor is my good brother, and you're his friend, so we're all good buddies. By the way, my name is Quesser." He then extended his hand and shook hands with Bruce.

"Nice to meet you."

Bruce nodded expressionlessly. The man had a long face and thick eyebrows, and his eyes, especially when slightly narrowed, always radiated a sharp light. He always had a cold and sinister aura, and he didn't look like a good guy. However, when he thought about Li Xiao's abilities, he felt that there was no problem.

"Boss Quese, enough chit-chat," Li Xiao stretched his muscles, his joints cracking with each movement. "Who's our opponent this time?"

"He's still with the Bloods," Queser said, sipping his red wine as he sat on the sofa. "His name is Tony, nicknamed Mad Dog. He's a pretty tough guy."

"Any achievements?"

"Yes, he likes to bite off a woman's three points with his teeth when he's doing it. No fewer than twenty people have died at his hands," Quese paused, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "This bastard also likes to target homeless girls. After biting them, he takes them and makes necklaces and bracelets to wear as trophies. You'll see his perverted taste in a bit."

"What about their record in the ring?"

Li Xiao subconsciously frowned. The Blood Gang members were all perverts. The last one raped a young girl, and this one was a mad dog who tore human flesh off. They were all scum who enjoyed bullying the weak.

"He's won four fights without injury so far. He doesn't have any bottom line when it comes to boxing," Quese leaned back on the sofa, counting on his fingers: "He either uses his teeth, gouges out eyes, or kicks in the groin. Once, I think he even pulled a Remington out of his crotch and blew someone's head off."

"This kind of person isn't even banned from competition? Who can handle someone who carries a gun every time they go on the field?" Li Xiao asked coldly.

"A suspension?" Quese scoffed. "Who cares? He's dead, so be it. The ring gets its cut, at most they'll punish him with two matches to teach him a more discreet method." Quese's gaze towards Li Xiao carried a warning: "So be careful. Even a lion can be ambushed by a hyena. Go into the ring and kill him with one punch! Don't let this bastard pull any dirty tricks on you."

"Don't worry, I won't let him leave the ring alive," Li Xiao said, clenching his fists so his knuckles cracked.

"Hahaha, that sounds fucking awesome!" Quese clapped his hands. "In that case, I'll get ready to pop the champagne in for you!"

"What about the Crippled Gang?" Li Xiao turned around and asked, "Aren't there guys in the gang who enjoy torturing people?"

"Yeah, there are." Quese lazily lay back on the sofa with his legs propped up on the table. "There are plenty of these kinds of guys in the Los Angeles, Chicago, and California branches. Forget about biting women's breasts, sometimes they even imitate noblemen and roast a few live people to eat. As for my jurisdiction, if anyone the hell tries to pull this stunt on me, I don't mind disemboweling them. Fuck them, I swore to my mother that I wouldn't do any organ-selling or prostitute-picking shady stuff. At most, I'd deal in drugs and trade some antibiotics. I haven't even built a brothel."

Li Xiao was surprised; he hadn't expected there to be a hierarchy of contempt among gangsters. However, in comparison, although Quesai was also a scumbag, at least he still maintained some moral principles.

Li Xiao felt a mix of emotions. This world was truly rotten to the core. It was already quite rotten to the core, if not the worst.

Looking back at Bruce, he still had a resolute expression.

"You don't do pedophilia?"

"Fuck! Are you out of your mind?!" Quese smashed his glass to pieces. "I like mature women with big boobs and perky butts, who the hell's staring at kids?!"

"Sorry, I misspoke," Li Xiao shrugged.

Quess snorted and stared at Li Xiao as if trying to figure him out. Li Xiao scratched his head. Was this guy angry?

"So what's the current betting ratio?"

"It's about 50/50, we won't be able to go back to yesterday's ratio." Quess said calmly. "As long as you bet more, you'll still make a killing."

"Let's go, you still have half an hour before your turn. A tough opponent is coming today, Connor, you've really become a big shot now."

Quese left the field after uttering a nonsensical remark.

"Since you're in the next show anyway, go check out the performance first."