American homeless people, surviving in the city

Sanjar's statement is true.

With Sanchez's swift defeat, the third match also ended quickly. Lynch hadn't even had ten minutes to rest after his match before facing his next battle.

This is the fourth and final battle of the night.

When Lynch saw Sanchez get knocked unconscious with a kick, he quickly realized it himself.

However, there was no time to hesitate any longer.

Lin Qi, carrying his knife, stepped onto the arena once again.

Because the previous match ended too quickly and the result was too unexpected, when Lynch stepped into the ring, most of the audience had not yet recovered from the emotions of the previous match.

Everywhere was filled with noise and loud discussions about the previous match. The bookmakers were nervously wiping away sweat, hesitating about how to adjust the odds for the underdog to win the next match.

Lynch didn't seem to care much about this situation. He wasn't really concerned about the Razor Snapper's victory or defeat tonight; he only cared about his own match.

However, in his heart, he silently mourned for Sanchez for three seconds.

...Although he had been verbally abused by this person before, Lin Qi still felt that his experience was quite tragic when he thought that he would probably become famous because of this and that when he was on the streets in the future, people would probably always mention his "glorious deed" of being kicked unconscious.

It's somewhat pitiful.

When Lynch stood on the ring with his knife, the crowd below was still buzzing with discussion, so Mrs. Tatiana did not immediately step onto the ring, and the match did not begin immediately.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Lin Qi closed his eyes, making the most of the time to rest and adjust his physical condition.

Unexpectedly, just seconds after he closed his eyes, a deep, husky male voice came from the other end of the ring:

"Kid, where did you come from? I had no idea the Razor Gang had anyone like you."

Lin Qi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the other person.

The man who spoke to Lynch from the other end of the ring was a bald, middle-aged man. He was wearing a tight-fitting black vest, revealing a fairly muscular but somewhat gaunt physique.

However, if Lynch had seen such a muscular physique on the street normally, he might have taken a second look. But in tonight's boxing match, Lynch had seen far too many fighters with even more developed muscles, and this man's physique seemed rather ordinary among the group of experts.

Not to mention compared to Sanjar or Choi Seung-ho, this middle-aged man's muscles can't even compare to Sanchez's.

Judging by physique alone, Lin Qi would find it hard to imagine why a man like this would be sent by the Black Hand Gang to fight in the final, fourth match. But when he looked at the man's face, which already had faint wrinkles, the scar that ran across half of his left cheek, and his blind left eye, he immediately understood the man's identity.

Earlier, when he was offstage, Lin Qi noticed that almost everyone in the Black Hand Gang's area was surrounding this man.

Therefore, this man is either a high-ranking member of the Mafia or a true master!

Just as Lin Qi was silently speculating about the other party's identity, the one-eyed man opposite him laughed:

"What's wrong, kid? You don't want to talk about it? This shouldn't be a secret, right? Speaking of which, I've heard that you Asians are very particular about etiquette. Does that mean you think my questioning wasn't sincere?"

"In that case, I'll introduce myself first."

The one-eyed man touched his bald head, revealing a bright smile that seemed utterly incongruous with his terrifying single eye:

"My name is Jenkins Fass, and I'm the boss of the Mafia. I've been friends with your Razor Claw gang for over ten years. We've cooperated and had our share of disagreements, but nothing too serious. Kid, let's be friends. Who knows, we might see each other again sometime in the future."

Although the other party's attitude seemed warm and forthright, Lin Qi did not completely lower his guard when facing this opponent in the ring, and only responded briefly:

"...I just don't have much to introduce myself. My name is Lynch, I'm from Dongda University, I'm a homeless person, and recently I've been working for the Razor Gang, that's all."

Upon hearing this, Jenkins' smile widened even further:

"Oh... a homeless man? People with that identity are all too common in various gangs, but someone as skilled as you is extremely rare. What a young hero."

His eyes were smiling:

"Young man Lynch, right? To be honest, you don't need to be so wary of me. Don't be fooled by my appearance in this final, fourth match; frankly, I'm not that strong."

"I watched your match from the audience before, and to be honest, I'm not as good as you."

"Don't let my current good spirits fool you, I'm actually almost forty. If I were to suffer a fracture or bone crack, it wouldn't be easy for me to recover at my age."

"So, let's just chat casually, and keep it brief for the match later, okay?"

Lin Qi did not readily agree, but coldly replied, "If you readily surrender later, I may spare you."

"Hmm, it seems we've reached some consensus. It's truly my good fortune to have someone as reasonable as you as my opponent."

Jenkins remained smiling, his stance in the ring becoming increasingly relaxed, as if he truly didn't take the upcoming match seriously and was ready to surrender at any moment.

But Lin Qi knew that as the leader of the Black Hand Gang, no matter how eloquently this one-eyed, kind-hearted middle-aged man spoke, he would never easily hand over a victory.

...I just don't know what the other party is planning when they're being so friendly.

As Lynch pondered, he heard Jenkins speak again, his tone relaxed as if they were having a casual chat:

"Oh, by the way, young man Lin Qi, I see this is your first time participating in an underground boxing match?"

"...really."

Lin Qi saw no need to lie about such an obvious fact, so he simply admitted it.

Upon hearing this, Jenkins' smile widened even further:

"Then you probably don't know the specific rules of this boxing match either, right?"

"Sanjar has already explained the rules to me in general terms," ​​Lynch replied curtly.

"Really? Then let me ask you..."

Jenkins narrowed his eyes: "Do you know who will be credited with winning tonight's boxing match if you win this fight?"

...What if I win?

Lin Qi did a quick calculation in his mind, and then suddenly froze.

Previously, he had been focused on fighting his inner distractions, on competing and learning other people's fighting techniques, but had not thought carefully about the rules.

If Lynch wins this fight, then the result of tonight's boxing match will be two wins and two losses.

In this situation, how exactly do we determine the outcome of a boxing match?

Seeing Lin Qi stunned and confused, Jenkins finally spoke, slowly uttering the words he most wanted to say:

"Let me explain the details of the rules to you."

"If, for any reason, the previous matches end in a draw, both sides will need to select the player in the best form from those who have already played to come up on stage for a final showdown."

"In other words, if you beat me in this match..."

"So, your next opponent is Choi Seung-ho, the guy who could knock Sanchez unconscious with a single kick, okay?"