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"Let me fight another round?"

Sanjar's request made Lynch frown slightly.

He could understand where the request came from, but in any case, playing a second game was completely out of the question for him.

He was already very satisfied to be able to walk off the stage smoothly after the first match.

If we have to fight another match...

Lin Qi felt that he could still hold on physically, but it was clear from Sanjar's previous arrangements that the later the match, the stronger the players sent by both sides would be.

Therefore, if he were to replace Leo in tonight's fourth and final match, he would likely face a much stronger opponent than Tom.

The risks involved are self-evident.

Sanjar knew his request was somewhat unreasonable, but to fill the hole left by Leo's departure and to save face for the Razor Shields, he still bowed before Lynch and pleaded:

"I know this request is difficult for you. It's your first day on the court, and you've already played a match, so it's understandable that you're not able to maintain your peak physical condition and will be a little tired..."

"However, among the current members of the Razor Clan, there is no one who is capable of playing in a fourth game. Only you have a chance to step up."

"I believe in your ability. Even playing the fourth and final match shouldn't be a problem. Besides, if you really feel you can't win, you can just surrender on your own, and I won't blame you."

Lynch couldn't stand Sanjar, a burly, wild-looking man, speaking so humbly in front of him; it gave him goosebumps.

He quickly waved his hand, signaling Sanjar to stay away from him, and then said:

"Since we're playing an extra match, shouldn't I at least get an extra share of the prize money, regardless of whether I win or lose?"

"Of course!"

Sanjar quickly patted his chest and promised, "There's no need to apply to headquarters. I can guarantee it to you myself! What's due to you, the Razor Gang won't withhold a single penny!"

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Lin Qi readily agreed.

Now it was Sanjar's turn to be dumbfounded. He never expected that Lynch would agree so readily.

Did he just agree to the prize money after confirming it?

Seeing that Sanjar's expression was somewhat blank, Lin Qi smiled and said:

"No need to overthink it. Since you promised to give me what I'm owed, and since the Razor Gang is in trouble, I'll naturally lend a hand. Besides..."

Lin Qi stroked the hilt of the hunting knife:

"I've been in a bad mood lately... Maybe playing another match will make me feel better."

Of course, these were just some casual remarks from Lin Qi.

Regardless, playing one more match means participating in another deadly fight with a body that is no longer at its peak. The risks involved cannot be compensated for by a sum of money.

What Lynch truly wanted was not just the prize money.

He had thought it through clearly. If he agreed to take Leo's place in the competition right now, the only truly valuable thing he could gain was a favor from the Razor Claws.

A bonus might not amount to much, but if it could get one of Seattle's biggest gangs to owe him a favor, that favor might just save his life in a critical moment.

In addition to this, Lynch had a third plan.

Although this bloody fighting match could be fatal, according to the rule of "never attacking a surrendered opponent," as long as he surrenders immediately when things are not going well, he will at most suffer some injuries, but will not die.

And if they could spend the rest of their days in the Razor Claws' hospital, it might be safer than living on the streets!

After considering various factors, Lin Qi agreed so readily.

On the other hand, although Sanjar didn't quite understand what Lynch meant by "feelings," Lynch's willingness to play was already a huge help.

He nodded gratefully, his gaze towards Lynch now filled with more trust. "The Hound" Leo, who had overheard Lynch and Sanjar's conversation, pursed his lips and nodded emphatically to the two of them.

"Your name is Lin Qi, right... I owe you a favor."

"In that case, thank you both for your trouble. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance! Farewell!"

After saying that, he took off running out of the factory.

"...Why did Leo leave in such a hurry? He's even skipping the matches..."

Watching Leo's retreating figure, Lin Qi asked with some curiosity.

Sanjar shook his head: "It's his family matter..."

"This guy is extremely loyal to the Razor Claws and has excellent fighting skills; he's always been one of our core fighters. But he values ​​his family far more than his loyalty to the gang."

"Tonight, his family ran into trouble... He didn't elaborate on the details, and I didn't ask any further questions."

The burly man couldn't help but sigh again: "Hopefully he can handle his family matters well, at least so that they don't affect his future matches."

Lin Qi nodded knowingly and said no more.

In any case, the Leo incident was just an unexpected little episode, and the third match was about to begin.

Sanchez, like a wolf swallowing its pride, hunched over and rubbed his hands together as he stepped into the ring. In his hand he gripped a dagger, his most proficient weapon.

He didn't even turn his head as he passed Sanjar and Lynch by the ring. Clearly, he was still holding a grudge.

On the ring, the blinding incandescent lights shone mercilessly, banishing all shadows from the ring.

Sanchez squinted and looked at the other end of the ring.

There stood a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned, sturdy, and robust build.

The man had an Asian face, small eyes, a bowl cut hairstyle, wore a pure white training uniform, and thin-soled cloth shoes.

Sanchez had seen this kind of clothing in some kung fu movies before and knew that it was standard attire in many martial arts in East Asia.

But what surprised him most was that the man standing on the other side of the ring wasn't holding any weapon!

Sanchez took a deep breath. The anger in his heart, combined with the scene before him, made what he was seeing seem somewhat absurd.

He raised an eyebrow and spoke with a hint of mockery:

"Hey buddy. Even if you want to lose, you don't have to be so obvious, do you? Are you planning to throw the game?"

"Of course not," the man on the other side of the ring replied calmly.

"And what about your weapon?"

"I don't need weapons."

The man's voice remained calm and composed. As he spoke, he slowly assumed a fighting stance:

"My name is Choi Seung-ho, and my specialty is Taekwondo. Therefore, my feet are my weapons."

Please enlighten me.

"ha?"

Since there is no similar phrase to "please teach me" in English, Sanchez did not understand what Choi Seung-ho meant by his last sentence, "please teach me."

But he understood the first part about Taekwondo.

After hearing Choi Seung-ho's self-introduction, Sanchez couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Huh? Taekwondo? Dude, are you kidding me? Isn't that a martial art specifically for performance? Do you think this is the Olympics?"

"What, you intend to fight my dagger with your feet?"

Faced with Sanchez's taunts, Choi Seung-ho remained silent and did not utter another word.

Soon, Lady Tatiana stepped back onto the ring, rang the bell, and announced loudly:

"Razor Gang vs. Black Hand Gang! The third match is officially underway!"

No sooner had the lady finished speaking than Sanchez, his eyes red, pounced on his opponent like a hungry wolf.

Meanwhile, Sanjar was watching the game and telling Lynch about Sanchez's past:

"...Although this guy has a foul mouth, don't take it to heart. He's just very competitive. I've been keeping an eye on him, and he won't do anything bad."

"Moreover, he is extremely loyal to the Razor Clan and is one of the most daring and aggressive fighters. Although he may not be the most outstanding player, I have always felt reassured by his performances..."

Sanjar hadn't finished speaking when

"Thump—!"

A muffled thud came from the arena.

A deathly silence fell over the crowd. A few seconds later, someone seemed to realize what had just happened and screamed in shock:

"Holy crap, Sanchez is dead!"