Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

Zhao Sheng waited a few more minutes, but still no one came up to the stage. It was probably because he was too strong, and those boxers were not confident that they could beat him. If they rashly went up to the stage, they would most likely end up like Zhao Shanhai and Xu Roushuang, being beaten to death in the ring.

The surrounding audience remained silent for a short while before the noise resumed.

As the staff went on stage and dragged Xu Roushuang away, they whispered in Zhao Sheng's ear as they passed by.

"Our boss asked me to pass on a message: Mr. Zhao, that's enough. You've already offended both the Zhao and Xu families. If this continues, it's hard to guarantee your survival in the underground boxing world."

As Zhao Sheng watched the staff carry Xu Roushuang's body away from the ring, he seemed lost in thought, clearly the underground boxing boss was intentionally giving him a warning.

He understood what the underground boxing boss meant. The two martial arts families had extensive connections and influence. If a few more disciples from these families were killed, the underground boxing boss would definitely not be able to control them.

Compared to the two million won by the champion tonight, Zhao Sheng felt that his life was more important. Moreover, winning two games in a row would earn him at least tens of thousands, and with the hundreds of thousands he had on hand, he could squander it all.

He no longer needs to offend those martial arts families with powerful backgrounds; letting a champion go out and show some goodwill is not a bad idea.

As for the pursuit by the Zhao and Xu families? He didn't take it seriously. As long as he didn't use firearms or fall into an encirclement, his current martial arts skills were more than enough to handle the situation with ease.

So, under the puzzled gazes of the audience, Zhao Sheng slowly walked off the stage, leaving them stunned. They were just about to put up a winning hand, so why did he suddenly stop fighting?

Didn't you hit them hard just now?

"Giving up when faced with a challenge..." Inside the private room, Wu Xueqing watched Zhao Sheng walk off the stage, sipping her red wine with interest.

Her collaboration with underground boxing organizers to hold this competition, and her willingness to offer a two million yuan prize for the championship, is simply to hire a bodyguard for herself; otherwise, she wouldn't have come to a place like this.

She recognized Zhao Sheng's abilities and wanted to recruit him as her personal bodyguard.

Zhao Sheng, who practiced martial arts, had more acute senses than ordinary people. He looked up at the middle private room and saw a woman with exquisite features looking at him. Their eyes met.

He withdrew his gaze, casually found a seat, and sat down. "She must be the heiress of Angel International Building. What is her purpose in coming here, given her faith in angels?"

"Brother Xuancang, you are truly powerful." The fierce tiger approached, handing over a bank card, and continued:

"I listened to you and bet all my savings on you to win. Now my wealth has doubled. This is my way of thanking Brother Xuancang... no, I mean Brother Xuancang. Thank you for helping me make money."

"I appreciate your kindness, but you should leave here and go home. It will be very dangerous tonight," Zhao Sheng said, accepting the bank card.

"Well... alright, I, Li Xuan, will remember this kindness of my elder brother for the rest of my life."

Li Xuan is the real name of the fierce tiger. For someone who fights in underground boxing matches to reveal their real name to another person shows their deepest gratitude.

Zhao Sheng nodded and watched the ferocious tiger leave.

"Handsome, can we get to know each other?" A beautiful woman sat next to Zhao Sheng, her eyes like the moon, and she smiled broadly. Standing next to her was a woman with an ordinary appearance.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the two girls, who were the ones who had secretly watched him before the competition. Although he didn't know why they had come over to sit down, he still nodded.

"Thank you, handsome. My name is Mu Qiuling, and this lady next to me is my sister, Li Min," Mu Qiuling said with a smile.

"Xuan Cang," Zhao Sheng introduced himself, but using a pseudonym he used for underground boxing matches. He knew better than to be too cautious before he knew the two women's intentions, lest he be caught off guard and suffer a setback.

Mu Qiuling is a chatterbox and a bit naive. They started to get to know each other as they chatted, and Zhao Sheng would reply to her casually.

"You're in trouble." Li Min, sitting on the other side, suddenly spoke, her bright eyes looking at Zhao Sheng. The latter also looked at her, his eyes showing no panic. "I know."

"You know?" Li Min asked suspiciously.

"You mean I killed people from the Zhao and Xu families, and they'll cause me trouble, or even secretly retaliate against me?" Zhao Sheng asked.

"Since you already know, why don't you leave?" Li Min retorted.

She couldn't understand what the man in front of her was thinking. Knowing that the Zhao and Xu families wanted revenge, why didn't he leave immediately? Was he just lingering here to wait to die?

"Why leave? Since I dare to kill people, I'm not afraid of retaliation from the forces behind them. If they dare to retaliate, I dare to kill the people they sent," Zhao Sheng said calmly.

His words, though calm, had a chilling quality that sent shivers down one's spine.

"I can have my third uncle vouch for you, all you have to do is owe us a favor," Li Min said.

Zhao Sheng shook his head slightly, clearly not wanting to owe anyone a favor or have anyone interfere with his murder plan. Yes, it was a murder plan!

When he left the arena, he thought about how people from the Zhao and Xu families had died, and they would definitely not let it go and would send people to retaliate.

He was able to retaliate and kill in self-defense, which would make up for the losses of the night, and bring him a new lease on life.

Li Min didn't speak again after being rejected, while Mu Qiuling continued chatting with Zhao Sheng, subtly trying to get him to agree.

However, Zhao Sheng was wary of strangers and knew that Mu Qiuling wanted him to agree to Li Min's request, so he simply stopped talking to her.

"Sir, my lady would like to ask you to come to the private room. Is it convenient for you?" Zhao Sheng heard a voice in his ear and turned his head to look.

A middle-aged man, no more than fifty years old, stood to the side, dressed in a well-fitting suit and wearing pure white gloves.

"Your young lady?" Zhao Sheng nodded, recalling the woman he had seen when he stepped off the stage. "It's convenient, let's go over now."

After saying that, Zhao Sheng stood up and left with the middle-aged man, leaving the two women looking at each other with some surprise in their eyes. They knew the middle-aged man.

The butler of the heiress of Angel International Building, and the young lady he mentioned was none other than the building's heiress.

"Unexpectedly, he has won Miss Wu's favor. If the Zhao and Xu families want to make a move against him, they'll have to see if Angel International Building will allow it," Li Min sighed.

She never imagined that Zhao Sheng knew that heiress of the mansion. If she had known, she wouldn't have made that kind of request.

"We failed to seize the opportunity, so let's leave!" With that, Li Min led Mu Qiuling away. She couldn't befriend Zhao Sheng, and she didn't want to offend him either.

He is quite a figurehead for a future martial arts master.

Zhao Sheng followed the middle-aged man and soon arrived at the door of a private room. Two female bodyguards stood solemnly by the door.

The middle-aged man nodded to them, then pushed open the door and went inside.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the two female bodyguards; he could kill them in three moves. But he didn't stop and followed the middle-aged man into the private room.

The private room was resplendent with gold and dazzlingly luxurious.

"Miss, Mr. Xuancang has arrived," the middle-aged man said.

Zhao Sheng looked at the back of the woman sitting opposite him. She had long, golden hair. The moment he saw her, he knew that the woman sitting on the sofa was most likely the woman he had just been looking at.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Xue. Please go out for a moment. I'd like to have a chat with this Mr. Zhao," Wu Xueqing said.

"Yes, Miss." Uncle Xue nodded and turned to leave the private room.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao Sheng."

"Hello there."

"You can call me Wu Xueqing, Mr. Zhao Sheng." Wu Xueqing stood up to face Zhao Sheng, a faint smile on her lips, her delicate face like that of a porcelain doll.

She learned Zhao Sheng's home address, date of birth, and other details from Uncle Xue.

"I wonder what business Miss Wu has with me here?" Zhao Sheng asked, a murderous glint in his eyes. This woman had investigated him, and he didn't like being investigated, as it could easily bring unnecessary trouble. But he ultimately suppressed his murderous impulse.

Angel International Building is an international conglomerate with substantial financial resources. If they were to actually kill the heiress in front of them, they certainly wouldn't let it go.

"I'd like to hire you as my personal bodyguard. What do you think, Mr. Zhao Sheng?" Wu Xueqing answered crisply, oblivious to the murderous intent in Zhao Sheng's eyes.