Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 138: Ignore


The elevator slowly descended, and when the doors reopened, Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade were all dazzled by what they saw.

Before them unfolded another world, one filled with frenzied violence and bizarre sights.

The entire Underground Boxing Ring was about as wide as a soccer field.

The space was divided into a resting area, a betting area, a VIP exclusive area, stands, and a ring…

Yang Fei noticed that there were even a bar, an internet café, and a coffee shop among a series of supporting facilities.

Multicolored neon lights, dazzling crystal chandeliers, and elegantly orderly decorations and equipment made it feel as though one were inside a modern shopping mall.

What was most eye-catching was the ring in the middle of the stands, no more than ten square meters in size.

The ring was more than a man's height above the ground, and it was set up in a rudimentary, barbaric fashion.

Above the ring, steel pipes as thick as arms, rusty and welded into a square cage resembling a beast's pen, created an extremely cramped space.

The floor of the ring was the roughest cement, full of pits and uneven terrain.

In the middle, there was a thick layer of dark purple substance that looked distinctly filthy.

The steel pipes of the cage were mostly damaged and uneven, and there were also blotches of dark purple on the cage itself.

Yang Fei sneered coldly; this cage was simply "Beast Fighting Arena."

Yang Fei could tell that the purplish-red stains were actually layers of blood splatters accumulated over time.

This sinful Underground Boxing Ring, it was anyone's guess how many fighters had lost their lives here.

Next to the Cage Fighting Arena, there was a Training Ground, equipped with sandbags, stone locks, and various martial arts apparatuses.

At that moment, a man as burly as a bull was hitting a sandbag.

His storm-like punching speed and powerful force drew many spectators, who clicked their tongues in admiration.

There were already many guests present, bustling and very lively.

Among the guests, most were men, dressed impeccably and nearly all accompanied by bodyguards.

There were also some flashy young men with boldly dressed female companions, talking and laughing confidently.

Yang Fei noticed that many guests were already seated in the VIP boxes.

These guests, whether in terms of demeanor, attire, or number of bodyguards, were clearly a cut above the rest.

Yi Long and Li Shun had been here before and were unsurprised.

But Fan Yi and Mad Blade were marveling at the sight.

They never imagined that beneath a seemingly desolate and remote unfinished building complex lay such a decadent den of iniquity.

Just as the group was looking around, a haughty and arrogant voice came from afar.

"Yang Fei, you actually had the guts to come, haha, how foolish, I like it."

Ahead to the right, Sun Weiren, dressed in a crisp white suit, came strolling lazily along, flanked by two beautiful women.

His pointed, rounded lips were downturned, forming a jackal-like grin, his eyes filled with undisguised venom.

"Let me mourn for you in advance, because once you enter the Cage Fighting Arena, you won't have another chance to talk to me."

Upon seeing Sun Weiren's blatant provocation, Fan Yi, Yi Long, and Mad Blade all showed anger on their faces.

They all looked at Yang Fei with icy eyes, awaiting his orders.

Yang Fei acted as if he hadn't seen Sun Weiren at all.

He coughed, spat a thick glob of phlegm, which landed right on the cuff of Sun Weiren's trousers.

After spitting, he pointed excitedly to the front left and said, "Wow, that beauty's breasts are huge."

Everyone followed the direction of his finger and saw a beautiful woman approaching in a fiery red long dress.

The woman's dress trailed behind her, and her chest was barely covered, forming a perfect half-circle curve that startled the heart.

Fan Yi glanced once and then lowered his eyes.

Mad Blade, however, was eager to try: "Brother Fei, which of us should approach her first?"

"Nonsense, of course, I go first. When it comes to flirting skills, you lag far behind," Yang Fei retorted unabashedly.

No sooner had he spoken than he dashed forward.

"Damn, Brother Fei, you never play fair. Let's compete to see who can get her phone number first."

Mad Blade cursed and scrambled after him.

Sun Weiren's face looked as if someone had slashed it with a blade, his complexion turning from bright red to steel blue.

Fan Yi and Yi Long exchanged glances, barely holding back their laughter as they followed.

Sun Weiren stood still, staring blankly at the shouting Yang Fei ahead.

He felt a rush of blood surge to the top of his head.

This guy must be doing this on purpose, he had completely ignored him!

With Sun Weiren's status, wherever he went, he was always the center of everyone's attention.

The great young master of the Sun Family, Golden Buddha's adopted son.

With such a distinguished status and position, no one could overlook his presence.

Moreover, the provocative statements he had made earlier had been long in the brewing.

The tone of his voice, his slightly squinted eyes, the perfectly mocking smile.

All of this was just to infuriate Yang Fei.

Even if it only caused him to become agitated and unsettled, Sun Weiren would have achieved his goal.

In a high-level contest, a slight edge is all that's needed, and if Yang Fei entered the stage fueled by anger, he might just make a misstep.

A single slip could lead to total defeat, and perhaps this very scenario could send Yang Fei straight to hell.

But this damned hotel odd-job man had completely ignored Sun Weiren.

It was as if he was nothing!

Sun Weiren felt his chest churning.

An uncontrollable fury spread like the poisonous fire of hell within him.

He wished he could tear this bastard to shreds right there and then.

It was too humiliating!

Li Shun stood by, dumbstruck by the scene, profoundly shocked.

He knew Yang Fei wasn't afraid of Young Master Sun.

But he hadn't expected that Yang Fei would completely lack even the basic manners and respect toward Young Master Sun.

This was outright mockery and disregard.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei stopped a beauty in a red dress, a sleazy smile on his face.

"Beauty, your skin is so soft and smooth, what brand of cosmetics do you use?"

The beauty in the red dress glanced at Yang Fei, her eyes twinkling for a moment.

She smiled coyly, "Handsome, what should I call you?"

"Hehe, Yang Fei, Yang of Yang Liu, and Fei of soaring high; beauty, what should I call you?"

Yang Fei gave his name while casually winking at Mad Blade who was glaring from nearby.

This guy, wearing a smug expression.

"Hehe, you are quite talented; I'm Yan Ran. Do you come here often?"

The beauty laughed, her curved phoenix eyes emitting a charm that made men's hearts itch.

She spoke playfully, "It's my first time here, there are so many people, I'm scared."

"No worries, Brother Fei is here, I'll show you around."

Arriving a step too late, Mad Blade stood dumbfounded watching Yang Fei.

This guy had become friendly with the beauty in no time, chatting and laughing like old friends.

Mad Blade, his face darkened, turned and walked away.

"Damn it, this bastard won again, when it comes to flirting skills, I'm really no match for him."

Fan Yi and Yi Long both squinted their eyes, both barely suppressing their laughter.

Mad Blade, arrogant and conceited, it was not easy for him to admit defeat like this.

Meanwhile, Sun Weiren was so angry he was gritting his teeth, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

Being able to flirt with a beautiful woman unaffected by his own threats and provocations.

This bastard was definitely a unique case.

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