During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

Shen Daguan sat in the back seat, while Chen Kuan struggled to pedal. Taking advantage of the last rays of sunlight, the group hurried towards the Zhabei warehouse district.

On the way, Chen Kuan told him what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Shen Daguan shouted from the back seat, "What? You're saying Miss Su knows you and even held your arm? You're dreaming!"

"I knew you wouldn't believe it, and I don't believe it myself either, but that's how it is."

Shen Daguan cried out, "Ayou, it's over! Miss Su is blind! She actually fell for Akuan!"

"Damn it, are you going to let me finish?" The car veered off course, and Chen Kuan hurriedly steadied the handlebars, almost causing it to overturn.

Shen Daguan reluctantly shut his mouth: "You tell me, you tell me."

"...In the end, Ah Zhu took Miss Su's ring without saying anything, and she didn't argue with me at first. But for some reason, she suddenly had a big fight with me yesterday."

Shen Daguan said with dissatisfaction, "Brother Kuan, don't blame me for telling the truth, but if your two families hadn't already arranged a marriage between our children, sigh!"

Chen Kuan shook his head and said, "You can't blame her for this. I'm completely baffled."

Song Beiyou glanced at Chen Kuan beside him but didn't say anything. It was probably because Bai Xiuzhu knew that Columbia had burned down and Su Xiaowan had disappeared, and she had become reckless again.

As the sun set, the three men and their two bicycles pedaled hard on the rugged dirt road, slowly riding away into the distance amidst the envious gazes of the villagers from Yaoshui Village.

Taomi Street, Chen's Tavern. Manager Chen was dressed in a short black jacket, baggy trousers, and thick cloth shoes. Although thin, he was full of energy.

Song Beiyou tapped his long legs on the ground and laughed, "Uncle Chen, people who know you will recognize you as Manager Chen, but people who don't might think you're a martial arts master."

Manager Chen glanced at him with piercing eyes and said indifferently, "This kid squanders his money and even bought a car."

Song Beiyou said, "We won't buy a car; walking is too time-consuming. Uncle Chen, come on up."

Manager Chen didn't stand on ceremony, straddling the back seat and sitting sideways. "Let's go."

Two cars, four people, took advantage of the darkness and headed towards the Zhabei warehouse district.

Tonight, there are even more people in the audience than last time.

Chen Kuan instructed, "Be careful in everything, and don't force things."

Shen Daguan also said, "Brother You, although money is important, life is more important."

Song Beiyou punched one of them: "Trust me."

Manager Chen chuckled from the side and said, "If you can't beat them, just surrender quickly. Those boxers are inhuman."

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Chen." Song Beiyou smiled and raised his eyebrows. In the past three days, the fusion of the red shark serum has come to an end. He will test his strength against his opponent to see how strong he really is.

"Ah You!" Zhang Feilong greeted him, putting his arm around Song Beiyou's shoulder and praising, "This outfit fits you perfectly, it suits you just right." He glanced at the group of people behind Song Beiyou, nodded, and said, "Brotherly! You don't forget your brothers even after making money. Come on, let's go inside."

Song Beiyou followed Zhang Feilong.

As agreed beforehand, Chen Kuan, along with Shen Daguan and Manager Chen, lagged behind and followed the crowd to buy tickets and enter the venue.

Stepping into the boxing ring, you can feel the intense atmosphere. The downstairs audience area is almost full, and the upstairs area is also packed with people.

"Ah You, have you looked at the files on those people?"

A pungent, smoky odor wafted over, but Song Beiyou remained unmoved, held his breath, and let out a soft "hmm" through his nose.

"Play well in the next round, win all three, and make a fortune with your friends." Zhang Feilong flicked his lighter, lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and looked excited.

Song Beiyou nodded: "I'm fine."

"Zhong, take You to prepare, and give You a thorough analysis of his opponent."

Ah Zhong quickly agreed, leaning closer and saying, "Ah You, play well, I believe in you. I'll bet everything on you tonight."

……

Several matches have already taken place in the ring. The atmosphere is already heated up.

"Next up is 'Iron Cage War God'—Jade-Faced Ayou!" the short-statured official shouted through a megaphone.

Song Beiyou took off his suit jacket and handed it to Ah Zhong beside him. He leisurely rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, leaped over the hurdle, and stylishly stepped onto the ring. Tonight, he was the suit-wearing thug.

The official walked up and exclaimed dramatically, "Jade-faced Ayu, in the last cage match, fought nine opponents single-handedly and won easily. Today, his opponent is—"

"A top-tier player with an 80% win rate—Jade-Faced Serpent!"

As soon as the name was called out, cheers erupted from the spectators. A figure leaped onto the edge of the boxing ring, used the momentum to jump again, stepped on the iron chain, and landed easily on the ring.

"Not bad." This was Song Beiyou's internal assessment.

This man was a handsome young man dressed in a plain short jacket, but with cold eyes. As soon as he landed, he stared intently at Song Beiyou, just like a venomous snake.

The official shouted, "Jade-faced Ayou versus Jade-faced Snake! Only one can stand to the end! Who is it—"

The blackboard next to the betting table already displayed the names and odds of the two players. Jade-Faced Snake was 1 to 1, and Jade-Faced Ayou was 1 to 2.

"Is that even a question? Are you out of your mind?! Of course, I'll be standing on the stage, and he'll be walking off sideways!" Jade-Faced Snake cursed at the stage official, pointing at Song Beiyou.

The stands erupted in laughter.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Three gong sounds. The scene immediately fell silent.

The boxing official jogged off the ring. The Jade-Faced Snake, a cold smile playing on his lips, slowly approached.

"Wait!" Song Beiyou suddenly called out.

"Hahahaha! You want to surrender and admit defeat? You're very clever." Jade-faced Snake put his hands behind his back and laughed wildly.

The spectators on stage widened their eyes in disbelief. Could there really be such a good thing? Most of them bet on the Jade-Faced Snake to win.

Song Beiyou ignored him and looked only at the astonished official: "I want to place a bet on myself."

The Taiwanese official's Adam's apple bobbed.

Song Beiyou turned around, looked at the sea of ​​onlookers, and said loudly, "Excuse me, one hundred silver dollars, bet on myself to win. I'll pay after the boxing match."

He paused slightly, then said, "I only have one hundred dollars. But tonight, I'm going to win a thousand dollars."

"Hehe..." As soon as he finished speaking, a deep laugh came from upstairs. "Write him a vote. If you really can win a thousand out of a hundred, that would be a good story."

The old man writing the bill glanced at Song Beiyou through his thick glasses, wrote out a hundred-yuan bill, and waved it around.

Song Beiyou looked up, but only saw a blurry figure behind the curtain. He then cupped his hands in thanks. Such a high-profile move was naturally for a reason: firstly, to make his name known, and secondly, since everyone knew he was winning money, the boxing ring wouldn't dare to be so blatant…

A sinister voice came from beside him: "Originally, I only intended to break one of your arms, but now I've decided to break both of them."

Song Beiyou straightened his back, tensed his arms, and his aura suddenly changed, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. He stared coldly at his opponent and uttered a single word as sharp as ice:

"Come!"

"Good!" Jade-faced Snake's face twitched into a cold laugh. His feet moved swiftly and intermittently, covering two zhang in the blink of an eye. His hands emerged from his sleeves like venomous snakes emerging from their holes. Two fingers, like hooks, were aimed at Song Beiyou's eyes, while his left finger, like a golden needle, was aimed at his throat. He was ruthless and vicious.