One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"So what should the odds be...?"

Zhang Cai was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Di Dou, who was in charge of keeping accounts.

Turn the little book over in the basement sinus.

"Brother Lan, the Wang family has set up betting odds to encourage gamblers to place bets."

"Because Zhao Tie's reputation is so great, the odds for betting on the challenger to win have now soared to an astonishing 1 to 50!"

"If someone can end his winning streak, they will not only take away a huge prize pool, but also cause the Wang family's betting platform to bleed money instantly!"

"Fifty to one..."

Zhang Chulan's breathing became rapid.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed Feng Baobao's shoulder, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Sister Bao'er!"

Zhang Chulan was incredibly excited.

Stop eating!

"See that big guy down there?"

Feng Baobao glanced in the direction he was pointing and nodded expressionlessly:

"I see it. It's quite sturdy, like a cow."

"Go up there in a bit and beat him to a pulp!"

Zhang Chulan pointed to the arena, his tone resolute:

"If you win, I'll buy you all the Häagen-Dazs, Peking duck... from now on! Plenty!"

Hearing "plenty available".

Feng Baobao's large, previously calm eyes suddenly lit up with a strange brilliance.

"Have it."

She simply raised her hand and wiped her mouth.

"What should we do? Just go down and beat him up?"

As he spoke, he prepared to jump.

"Holy crap, Bao'er, don't rush! We have to follow the rules!"

Zhang Chulan grabbed Feng Baobao, who was climbing over the railing.

He turned to look at Feng Xingtong and extended his hand without any hesitation:

"Brother Xingtong, can I borrow your card again?"

"Today, let's bleed the Wang family's Golden Toad Pavilion dry!"

Feng Xingtong was completely dumbfounded.

He blankly handed over the black card, his voice hesitant:

"Brother Chu... Brother Chu Lan, are you serious? That's a monster with a ninety-game winning streak, and Sister Bao'er..."

Although he knew Feng Baobao was skilled, it was an underground boxing match where you had to sign a death contract!

"Don't worry, this iron turtle isn't even enough to warm up my sister Bao'er!"

Zhang Chulan took the card and tossed his head triumphantly.

"Brother Cai! Lead the way! To the registration area!"

Chapter 216 Devilish Muscle Man Feng Baobao!!

The registration area for the Golden Toad Pavilion's arena was located in a secluded corner at the very bottom of the stands.

A thick bulletproof glass barrier separates the inside from the outside.

Behind the glass sat a middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing a black vest.

The man had sunken eyes and was listlessly smoking a cigarette while flipping through a thick register of life and death contracts.

Having worked here for so long, he had long been accustomed to those reckless, money-hungry desperados.

"Knock knock."

The bulletproof glass was knocked on twice from the outside.

The man with the mustache looked up impatiently and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Outside the glass window stood a young man with a wide smile and shifty eyes.

Beside him followed a wealthy young man in an expensive suit, looking extremely nervous.

Between the two of them stood a young girl who looked somewhat dazed and silly.

This bizarre combination doesn't look like they're here to fight in underground boxing matches at all; they look more like college students who have gone astray.

What are you doing?

With a cigarette between his mustache, his voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Looking for a restroom? Turn left after exiting. I don't have any money to lend."

"Brother, you've misunderstood."

Zhang Chulan chuckled and brought his face close to the sound transmission hole in the glass.

"We're not looking for a toilet, and we're not borrowing money."

"We're here to challenge each other."

"A contest?"

The man with the mustache paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong twice.

"With your slender builds, Zhao Tie is on stage today. Are you two tired of living and coming here to die?"

He waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, go away, this is a place to sign a waiver of life and death, not a children's game."

"Who said we fought?"

Zhang Chulan didn't care about the other party's contempt. He took half a step to the side and pushed Feng Baobao, who was lost in thought, to the glass window.

"She hit me!!"

Zhang Chulan pointed at Feng Baobao, his tone extremely serious.

With a tremor, a large chunk of cigarette ash fell directly onto the roster.

He stared wide-eyed at the girl outside the glass window, her eyes glazed over, still chewing gum.

"What...what did you say?"

The man with the mustache thought he might be hallucinating, or that the guy was crazy.

"You're sending this little brat to challenge Zhao Tie of the Ironclad Gate?!"

"Kid, do you know where you are? This is a no-holds-barred underground boxing match! If you get killed, we're not responsible!"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, brother. Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate."

Zhang Chulan stopped smiling.

With a flick of his wrist, he inserted the black card directly into the groove below the glass.

"Clap."

The card landed on the table where the person with the mustache was sitting.

Zhang Chulan braced his hands on the windowsill, his expression immediately becoming somewhat arrogant.

"Brother, we understand the rules."

"There are 20 million in this card."

Zhang Chulan stared at the increasingly shocked eyes of the man with the mustache and slowly said:

"Bet on her to win."

"Also, I would like to trouble you to handle some paperwork for her."

The man with the mustache swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the absurdity in his heart.

As the Wang family's manager here, he naturally had no reason to refuse money from fools.

At worst, there will just be one more petite, unrecognizable corpse on the stage later.

"Fine. Since you insist on courting death, I'll grant your wish."

He pulled a blood-red waiver of liability from the drawer and handed it out through the groove.

"Sign the document, put your fingerprint on it, and leave your life or death to fate."

He picked up a pen, glanced up at the girl standing outside the window, his eyes revealing a cold indifference as if she were dead.

"Challenger, what's your name? Do you have a nickname?"

Zhang Chulan accepted the red death certificate.

He didn't even glance at the disclaimer, picked up the pen, and signed it with great nonchalance.

Then, he looked up and saw the mustache behind the glass.

grin.

"Nickname: Devil Muscle Man!"

......

Accompanied by deafening heavy metal music, the spotlights above the octagon suddenly flashed wildly.

The underground DJ with dreadlocks and a sequined vest was holding a microphone and screaming hoarsely into the air:

"Dear bosses! Dear viewers!"

"Next up is a mysterious challenger!"