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A fist the size of a sandbag came whistling through the air, about to smash into Gao Jin's face.

At the critical moment, Gao Jin merely tilted his head slightly, and the powerful straight punch grazed his earlobe, lifting a few strands of hair.

Holy crap!

"How is this possible!"

The audience erupted in cheers and screams, nearly lifting the roof off the entire underground boxing arena.

What did they just see?

How could someone so easily dodge Uncle Da's deadly straight punch at such close range?

You should know that Uncle Da's punch was powerful enough to shatter a sandbag!

Uncle Da's pupils suddenly contracted, and the shock in his eyes almost overflowed.

But he was a seasoned veteran after all, and he quickly returned to normal.

He paused, then abruptly changed his stance, transforming his fist, the size of a clay pot, into a giant palm like a fan, creating a gust of wind as he viciously grabbed at Gao Jin's head.

If this grab is done properly, not only will your head be ripped open, but even a steel plate will be torn with five holes.

However, Gao Jin was like a slippery eel, suddenly lowering his body, and Uncle Da's huge hand only grabbed a handful of air.

too fast!

Gao Jin's speed was so fast that even a master like Uncle Da couldn't react in time.

Just as Uncle Da was using his old moves and hadn't yet generated any new power, Gao Jin's hands shot out like nimble snakes, his ten fingers clenched tightly, with only his two thumbs standing upright like steel nails, and he stabbed them hard into Uncle Da's ribs!

"Pfft!"

That was a dull thud from the ribs, indicating they were under immense pressure.

"Aww!"

"My kidney!"

Uncle Da let out a heart-wrenching howl. His massive, towering body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he bent over like a boiled shrimp, his face instantly covered with large beads of cold sweat.

Gao Jin, having gained power, was ruthless and took advantage of Gao Jin's illness to kill him!

He sprang up, his hands slamming together like two door panels, delivering a vicious double blow to Uncle Da's temples!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound reverberated throughout the venue, as if someone had set off a firecracker right next to someone's ear.

Uncle Da felt a "buzz" in his head, and the whole world seemed to be spinning.

His burly body swayed a few times, like an iron tower about to collapse, and he fell backward, face up to the sky.

A cold glint flashed in Gao Jin's eyes. He pushed off with his feet and rushed forward like an arrow. His right fist was filled with all his strength. He aimed at Uncle Da's exposed throat and unleashed the final blow!

"Boom!"

In an instant, Uncle Da's towering body crashed to the ground, causing the arena to tremble violently.

Amidst the swirling dust, he had completely lost consciousness, lying there like a collapsed mountain, utterly silent.

quiet!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, but no sound came out.

Their brains are not yet able to process everything they just saw.

Inside the walled city, after fighting in underground boxing for over a decade, that arrogant, muscular man was defeated by an unknown kid.

Three seconds later, the audience erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and curses.

"Damn! I'm rich!"

"Luckily, I saved a few hundred yuan and bought Gao Jin's stock. Now I can relax for another two months!"

"I've struck gold! Odds of 1 to 2.55! I bet 50,000 and made a net profit of 125,000!"

Those gamblers who bet on the dark horse were overjoyed; some even hugged each other, jumping and shouting with excitement.

Meanwhile, the wealthy and powerful figures turned pale and began to curse loudly.

They originally thought Uncle Maida was a sure thing, after all, this muscle-bound man was a veteran boxer who had won ten consecutive matches, but who knew that such a dark horse would emerge out of nowhere.

"Damn it, that Gao Jin pretended to be weak but was actually strong, making me lose hundreds of thousands!"

"Who says otherwise? This kid looks like a consumptive who hasn't eaten for three days, who knew he'd be such a fighter?"

"Damn it, let that Siamese guy crush him in the next match! I refuse to believe he can win!"

"No, Gao Jin's odds are bound to fluctuate wildly. I need to recalculate my betting strategy!"

In an instant, the entire audience area descended into chaos. Cursing, cheering, settling scores, arguing—all sorts of sounds mingled together, making the underground boxing ring more lively than a vegetable market.

Sha Qiang, Huo Baoming, and Yaowen exchanged glances, and each of them saw barely suppressed elation in each other's eyes.

They've made it big!

Especially Sha Qiang, who followed Lin Bei's orders and bet all his wealth on Gao Jin.

In an instant, 50,000 became 120,000!

"Hmph! You bunch of brats, looks like you bought it with me?"

Lin Bei said these angry words, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he couldn't hide the smile no matter what.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to your discerning eye, Brother Bei, that you spotted this dark horse at a glance!"

"We brothers only made money because of you!"

Sha Qiang rubbed his hands together, looking rather smug, and came closer.

This guy is usually Lin Bei's number one lackey, and now he's being even more obsequious.

Yaowen and Huobaoming nodded frantically beside him, so excited that they could barely speak.

Especially Yaowen, who had only been with Lin Bei for a short time, this was the first time he had made so much money with a big shot.

Lin Bei waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, you guys go get the money for me."

"I bet five million this time, and I think I can win more than ten million."

"With so much money, bring a few more henchmen and pack it in suitcases."

"Remember, be careful on the road, don't let anyone follow you."

Sha Qiang nodded vigorously, turned around and called to Yao Wen and the other ten or so people, and they walked in a grand procession toward the betting station.

Ailian clung to Lin Bei's arm, practically hanging on him, and said sweetly, "Brother Bei, you're amazing! You know martial arts, you're good at business, and even your judgment of character is so accurate!"

"He truly is my Prince Charming, the kind who excels in both literature and martial arts!"

Lin Bei chuckled at her words and reached out to pinch the tip of her pert nose.

"You, is that mouth of yours coated with honey?"

"I'll take you out for a big meal tomorrow, and I'll buy you a car."

Lin Bei is now a multi-millionaire, and although the money he made wasn't exactly clean, it's more than enough for him to buy a few water carts from Da Sha in Saigon.

Big Fool can get any kind of car, Mercedes, BMW, Audi, they're all smuggled cars, very cheap.

"Yay! Brother Bei is the best!"

Ailian cheered like a child, rubbing against Lin Bei.

"By the way, do you have a driver's license?"

Lin Bei suddenly remembered this and asked about it.

Ailian tilted her head, propped her chin with her finger, and looked completely innocent.

"You need a driver's license to drive?"

Lin Bei rubbed his forehead, speechless for a long time before finally saying helplessly.

"Let Sha Qiang arrange it for you tomorrow, and find a reliable mentor to teach you."

"Learn for a few more days before you go on the road. Don't turn into a road hazard, that would be a terrible mistake."

Ailian nodded obediently, like a docile kitten.

Because of this upset, the entire boxing ring was filled with despair, and countless people lost so much they had to pawn their pants.

According to the rules, Gao Jin will defend his title in the next round.

If he can win five consecutive matches, he will be the champion this week.

In addition to receiving a generous bonus, you will also receive a substantial appearance fee for playing next week.

However, it was clear to anyone with eyes that Gao Jin was already at his last gasp.

He stood at the edge of the ring, his body trembling slightly, his face ashen as if coated with wax, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Brother Bei, we're back!"

Sha Qiang returned with about ten people, each carrying a bulging suitcase, making quite a spectacle.

"Yes, have a seat."

Lin Bei took the ledger from Sha Qiang, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't buy any more tickets, just watch the game."

"When I take the field, bet your entire fortune on me to win!"

As soon as Lin Bei said this, his other underlings behind him showed excitement and were all eager to get started.

When they went to withdraw their money, they saw that Sha Qiang and the others were making a fortune, and they were filled with regret.

Those who didn't buy it, in particular, felt like slapping themselves in the face.

Besides Sha Qiang winning over 100,000, Yao Wen and Huo Baoming, the two newcomers, each received over 10,000.

The others could only stare blankly, drooling.

"Brother Bei, are we not planning to bet on Gao Jinying anymore?"

Yaowen, still buzzing with excitement, mustered his courage and asked.

He had just tasted success and wanted to bet all his money on it again.