I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The shouts grew louder and louder.

The red and white, almost deathly white searchlights swept across the entire field at an extremely high frequency.

From the commanding VIP stands.

Li Shurui's gaze swept past the throng of people below and landed on the octagonal cage in the center, the focus of everyone's attention.

This was the first time she had ever been to such an occasion in real life.

It was far more gloomy, dark, and hot than in the movies... The air in the enclosed environment was filled with a sense of madness.

Unconsciously gripping the leather armrest.

That's just wishful thinking.

She thought he was inviting her to dinner.

Liao Xiangdong's underground boxing arena.

Mr. Jiang has been here.

Duanmu Liuli has been here.

The Martial Saint also came here.

That's good now.

The whole family was together, and no one was left out.

Inside the cold and dangerous octagonal cage, a poker-faced man wearing a light gray T-shirt, with long hair past his ears and tied in a braid at the back of his head, leaned casually against the iron cage that determined both victory and defeat, and indifferently watched the dark "audience" outside the cage.

If the setting were different, such as a clean and tidy art exhibition, nine times out of ten people would assume he was an artist.

"Shall we place a bet?"

A calm voice came from beside my ear.

"what?"

Li Shurui asked blankly, as this was her first time here and she didn't understand the rules.

The extremely poor visibility obscured Lan Peizhi's profile, making it difficult to see clearly even when sitting next to him.

"Like all boxing matches, you can bet on who wins or loses here."

Li Shurui forced a smile and politely declined the other party's offer, saying, "I don't gamble."

indeed.

Women and women.

are different.

Lan Peizhi did not force him.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Next up, please welcome our challenger, Gargamel!"

"Shh!"

As the host shouted in an infectious voice and waved his hand, a cold white spotlight suddenly turned towards the entrance passage.

The wealthy and powerful audience members set aside their usual airs and cheered wildly, becoming an unpaid atmosphere-creating group.

"A woman?!"

Li Shurui was shocked. In fact, she had a bad feeling when she heard the name "Gargamel" earlier, but she still couldn't believe it when she saw the second contestant appear.

That's right.

Gargamel is a woman.

She had short, ear-length hair, even shorter than the hair of the man in the t-shirt on stage, a white long-sleeved shirt, a black short skirt, and surprisingly, she was also wearing a pair of red high heels!

How can things not be chaotic?

One like an artist.

A model who walks the runway.

"Here, men and women are equal."

Lan Peizhi's explanation is concise and to the point.

Before Li Shurui could process her shock, amidst the even more clamorous surroundings, Gargamel, with her short skirt and long legs, slipped out of her brightly colored high heels and, stepping on the beams of light that followed her movement, continued her "graceful" walk toward the octagon.

That makes a little bit more sense.

Who wears high heels when boxing?

The man and the woman are fighting.

It's absolutely absurd.

But after the initial shock, Li Shurui did not question the rules.

Since the scene she saw occurred, it means it was consensual.

How much is the prize money for winning a match?

As her emotions gradually calmed down, she asked with a smile.

"The base prize is five million, plus a share of the betting amount."

"That high?"

Even though she manages assets worth tens of billions, Li Shurui, who had just returned from Shacheng, was not unaware of the "suffering of ordinary people."

Many international tournaments don't offer such high prize money per game.

Lan Peizhi did not comment on her surprise.

The moment Gargamel, barefoot, crawled into the iron cage, "bang," the octagonal cage was locked from the outside.

All staff members left the stage, leaving the center position to two contestants of different genders.

The circular, stepped boxing ring, resembling the ancient Roman Colosseum, is now illuminated by only one light source. Apart from the octagonal cage, the rest of the area is completely shrouded in darkness, which also serves to protect the privacy of the audience.

They come, the security.

Li Shurui unconsciously focused intently on the upcoming boxing match.

Without any traditional procedures, and even without a referee, Gargamel crawled into the iron cage and walked straight toward the man in the T-shirt with cat-like steps, his smile gradually fading as the distance between them shortened.

The man in the t-shirt leaned against the cage, letting the other man approach. Although there was no distinction between men and women in this arena, he still displayed the elegance and gentlemanliness of an artist.

"Whoosh-"

Without a word of greeting or questioning, Gargamel struck with a deadly move as soon as he reached the opponent's position, suddenly raising his wrist and thrusting downwards, aiming sharply at the neck.

Only then did Li Shurui realize that she was holding a deadly dagger in her hand.

Can you bring weapons when boxing?
However, the fact that men and women can fight each other indicates that the competition here does not follow conventional rules.

The opponent was ruthless, but the man in the t-shirt was not a lecher. He seemed lazy, but he reacted quickly, using his elbow to block and deflect the force, and then shifting his position to knock Gargamel into the iron cage.

"Bang!"

The cheers from the audience reverberated along with the octagonal cage.

The masks of high society are removed the moment you step out of the underground elevator, and all around you sit monsters who have only primitive humanity left.

Gargamel, crashing against the iron cage, didn't pause for a moment. The tigress that ordinary people talk about was nothing here. She spun her dagger and turned around to stab the man in the T-shirt again, only to have her wrist grabbed by the man once more.

The two men's arms intertwined and twisted. In the midst of their struggle, the expressionless man in the t-shirt used a move called "Raising Fire to the Sky" to pin Gargamel's hands firmly against the iron cage.

Looking down at her from her vantage point, Li Shurui's gaze became increasingly fixed. Without a doubt, this match was far more exciting than any of the international professional boxing matches that would captivate men. A single misstep could result in bloodshed on the spot.

Gargamel, who was "wall-pinned," was not about to give in. With a move that covered the sky and sun, he forcefully pulled the man in the t-shirt's hands off. Then, taking advantage of the close combat, he directly unleashed the Dragon Spine Split, his whole body twisting violently and strangely, the visual effect of which was like being electrocuted.

Once the dragon's spine opens, its power naturally begins to flow.

The dragon spine refers to the human spine. Combining the dragon spine with bionics can unleash boundless power.

As expected, despite being at a disadvantage due to her gender, she used the power of the dragon's spine to drag the man in the t-shirt by the hands, successfully forcing him to squat down. Then, she seized the blade and counterattacked, thrusting it forward!
This is no competition.

It was a life-or-death struggle.

Each move is enough to kill!

Li Shurui's heart began to race uncontrollably.

The figure beside him remained calm and composed.

Despite the danger, the man in the t-shirt remained calm. He turned his head to dodge without changing his expression, giving Gargamel no chance to follow up with another move. He grabbed the man's right hand with his right hand and forcefully took the dagger back. Then, without hesitation, he swung the knife horizontally, equally vicious and ruthless.

In terms of "entertainment value," professional boxing matches on television are less than one-tenth as entertaining as what you see in person.

Professional boxing matches are all about strength, agility, and who can withstand more beatings, but this feels more like watching a martial arts movie.

Gargamel, his killing intent palpable, dodged a throat-slitting slash by lifting the opponent's wrist. He then kicked the iron cage with one foot, poised to strike, while his right hand, like an eagle's claw, aimed straight for the man in the t-shirt's throat. The urgency was as if it had been rehearsed.

"Is this Miss Lan's property?"

"It used to be."

In the thick darkness, Li Shurui's red lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but she held back.

The fight inside the octagon reached a fever pitch. The man in the t-shirt raised his arm to block and deflect the vicious claw-locking throat attack. Then, he violently elbowed his opponent's neck, forcefully lifting Gargamel out of the cage. Without giving him a chance to breathe, the man in the t-shirt suddenly exerted his strength, using a powerful upward thrust to push Gargamel against the cage to the highest point. The explosive scene successfully pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax!
"NICE!"

"Well done!" "Get her!"

There was no tenderness or pity for the beautiful.

Are you kidding me?

In this setting, there are no sycophants. Even the big spenders who bet on Gargamel don't show any worry about losing money in their eyes; instead, their eyes are filled with terrifying anticipation and excitement.

Let's do it.

Gargamel, who had been "carried" to a high place, tried to fight back and kick, but the man in the t-shirt decisively pulled him down, violently threw him to the ground, and grabbed his hair.

"Oh!"

It felt like my G-spot had been hit.

Whistles erupted from all sides.

Not all women are submissive and dependent. Even at this point, Gargamel did not give up the fight. He tilted his head back and elbowed his way out of the lock, then disarmed the woman with his bare hands. Ignoring the blood streaming from his cut fingers, he actually stood up again and took control.
"Shh!"

The cold light was blinding.

The man in the t-shirt, staggering backward, grabbed the belt of the other man's short skirt with his left hand, his jaw muscles bulging. He swung his arm to block the short blade, then used the belt as a binding cord to restrain Gargamel. Gargamel struggled desperately, but the man in the t-shirt grabbed his wrist.

In an instant.

I don't know why.

The noisy boxing ring suddenly fell silent for no apparent reason.

Li Shurui soon learned the reason.

"what!"

Without any hesitation.

The blade flashed.

Gargamel's neck was cruelly severed, blood spurting out, and like a fish drained of its life force, it slowly stopped struggling.

This strike was like a spark igniting a fire, instantly igniting the previously silent boxing ring.

Some people stood up excitedly, waving their arms wildly, as if participating in a grand carnival.

Li Shurui was stunned.

Everything in front of me feels unreal.

Yet the interplay of white light and red blood was so striking and clear.

Just like that, he was killed?
Is it enough to just win?
Having excellent eyesight isn't always a good thing; she could even see those eyes that were being "lifted up," their necks tilted, like a doll, their eyes wide open in death.

"vomit--"

Underground Parking Lot.

Li Shurui squatted by the load-bearing pillar, gagging incessantly, but the bloody scene lingered in her mind like a leech.

Are ghosts really scarier than people?

She had seen the old corpse in the mountain village, but Chu Renmei did not elicit such a strong reaction from her.

A bottle of mineral water was handed to me.

Ok.

There's also a pack of tissues.

Very sweet.

Despite feeling nauseous, Li Shurui forced herself to stay awake, looked up, put on a forced smile, and took the water and tissues. "Thank you."

"What do you think?"

……

How dare you ask?

Shouldn't they apologize immediately?
Even movies have ratings, with some rated 18+. Before inviting someone to watch a game, shouldn't you ask about their psychological tolerance?
"Very wonderful."

Li Shurui forced a smile, and after replying, a spasm struck her, forcing her to bury her head and dry heave. However, because she hadn't eaten anything, she couldn't vomit anything, and this feeling was the most uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was arousing her compassion, but Li Shurui, who was squatting down and dry heaving, suddenly felt a hand patting her back.

She was startled, and the intense physical discomfort was instantly suppressed. She turned her head, her hair fluttering, and said, "It's okay..."

Lan Peizhi then squatted down beside her, patting her back gently.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Li Shurui didn't know how to answer. Her red lips had lost all color. She forced a smile and said, "...This is the first time I've ever seen a scene like this."

Facing the person squatting next to her, it was clear to the naked eye that she had completely lost her composure in front of Fang Qing.

"Really? Then I didn't think it through."

Whether it was the hand behind her back that really worked or not, Li Shurui felt that the discomfort in her stomach had been relieved quite a bit. She immediately said, "Miss Lan, please don't mind. It's just that my tolerance is a bit low and I need to exercise."

When two people are not on the same level, then remaining sincere is always the right thing to do.

Lan Peizhi's lips curled up slightly, neither confirming nor denying, "Are you feeling better?"

"Well, much better."

Li Shurui unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip.

Lan Peizhi then stopped.

After catching her breath, Li Shurui wiped her mouth, supported herself on her knees, and stood up with the other person. Her complexion wasn't good, but at least she had recovered from the stress.

That's right.

We shouldn't keep our distance just because we can't handle it.

We should see every side of the world.

A fine sword is forged through tempering, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. This is not self-torture, but rather a way to forge a stronger version of yourself.

What is the principle behind vaccines?
It means first introducing the virus into the body, allowing the body to sense, recognize, and adapt, so that it can respond appropriately when encountering it again in the future.

"Were these people participating voluntarily?"

Li Shurui asked.

She was fully aware that what she had just witnessed was not an ordinary boxing match, much less a typical underground fight, but the legendary life-or-death arena.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food; one gamble can cost many people their entire lives."

Five million, plus dividends, is nothing to her, but among the more than one billion people in China and the billions of people in the world, how many can earn this much wealth?
If it wasn't someone else.

She can't earn it either.

"Has a woman ever won in this game?"

Li Shurui asked with a smile. She may lack experience, but her adaptability is outstanding. No matter the environment, after overcoming the initial discomfort, she can integrate into it at an amazing speed.

Lan Peizhi looked at her.

Eyes met eyes.

"Of course."

"Yes. I think so too. Without a precedent, it's unlikely that any woman would dare to participate, but the percentage of women who win would probably be a minority."

Look.

Just a moment ago, she was squatting on the ground, constantly gagging, but now she's chatting away in an orderly fashion.

Is the first woman to win a match here still alive?

Li Shurui asked curiously, still holding a bottle of mineral water and a tissue in her hand.

"Alive".

"Besides being good at fighting, she's also very smart; she knows that winning once is enough."

Li Shurui picked up her water bottle, took a sip, and thought, "In this kind of competition, if you don't know when to quit while you're ahead, you'll be stuck in that cage forever."

"She participated in a total of one hundred matches and won all one hundred. She stopped participating after that because no opponent dared to step onto the stage."

Li Shurui, who had made the wrong judgment, froze, her mouth involuntarily agape, her astonishment evident.

"How much? One hundred?!"

"Ah."

"Who? So strong? From the East China Sea?"

Li Shurui's mind went blank; her imagination had been completely overwhelmed.

If such a formidable person were recruited and brought under my command...

"I."

"...!"

Fortunately, he managed to swallow the water, otherwise it might have sprayed all over someone's face. (End of Chapter)