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What's going on here?

Although he was scolded, Lin Qi had no idea why the other party was angry.

Is this person a die-hard Vesalio fan? Is he jealous that he can just casually meet his idol, and that's why he's angry?

Lin Qi couldn't understand what the other person was thinking, but the pain from his grip made him increasingly irritable, so he retorted indifferently:

"I rely on my own abilities. What's it to you?"

The burly man was taken aback, then gritted his teeth and sneered, "Hmph, so you say you rely on strength... I bet your delicate, pretty face is relying on selling your ass to some big shot!"

He forcefully shook off Lin Qi's hand and sneered, "However, what I don't understand the most is how a pretty boy like you dares to come to this place."

"I hope you'll still be this stubborn when you get on stage. I'll spit on you when you're carried off the ring covered in blood."

After saying that, he sneered and swaggered away.

Lin Qi stood there somewhat innocently. Being inexplicably scolded had put him in a bad mood, but compared to the anxiety and fear he felt when facing the cult before, the anger caused by the burly man's few words was not enough to affect his rationality.

He turned to look at Sanjar, who clearly had no intention of acting as a kindergarten teacher to reconcile the two. Noticing Lynch's gaze, he simply spoke:

"His name is Sanchez. Despite his cheerful name, this is his first time here and his first time playing."

"He looks like he's in a bad mood right now, so don't let it affect you. It's most important to stay calm."

"...I see."

Lin Qi rubbed his aching hand, and after confirming that he was alright, he said no more.

After everyone had assembled, the competition was finally about to begin.

Little Diego glanced back at the Razor Gang members with a timid look, then took the lead and walked towards the arena. Lynch, along with Sanjar and two others, stood not far from the arena to watch.

At this moment, Lin Qi noticed that Sanjar suddenly turned his head and glanced at him for some reason, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

This was the first time he had seen Sanjar smile that night.

What is he laughing at? Could it be that he has set up some scheme for the enemy and it has already succeeded?

Before Lin Qi could even think, he saw a burly figure step into the ring before the two contestants could even get on stage.

Clearly, this is the referee for this underground boxing match.

But when Lin Qi saw what the other person looked like, he was completely shocked.

The person who appeared in the ring was over two meters tall and had an exaggeratedly strong physique.

He was bald, had no neck, broad shoulders, and arms thicker than most people's waists. Combined with his exaggeratedly thick chest and waist, he looked like a moving mountain of flesh.

Just standing there, Lin Qi felt as if his burly body blocked the moonlight, making the entire factory building a bit darker.

Despite this, he was wearing an ill-fitting black tailcoat, with only the third button barely fastened. His muscles stretched the garment taut, making him look somewhat comical, yet also rather intimidating.

Now Lin Qi understood why Sanjar had been holding back his laughter; he must have anticipated how surprised he would be when he first saw the referee's face.

Sure enough, after Lynch got a good look at the referee, Sanjar, with a barely suppressed laugh, slowly began to introduce him:

"Surprised? I was surprised too when I first saw her."

"This is Mrs. Tatiana, a veteran of the Seattle underworld and a former ruler of underground boxing. She once achieved a legendary record of six consecutive wins in boxing as a woman. She is an absolute ruthless and strong person."

"She's a woman?!" Lin Qi was even more shocked, almost unable to hold back his shout, "Really?"

Why would I need to lie to you?

Sanjar's smile widened: "On the contrary, you shouldn't talk about others so loudly. Lady Tatiana is a respectable lady. If you speak so loudly, she might slap you away."

"Let me make this clear beforehand: although Madam is quite old, even I would probably find it difficult to contend with her. Her incredible strength... is not something an ordinary person can afford to provoke."

It seems to be another legendary figure... Lin Qi dared not laugh anymore and secretly memorized Lady Tatiana's information in his mind.

While the two were talking in hushed tones, the two contestants sent by the Razor Gang and the Black Hand Gang had also entered the arena.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Lady Tatiana took a rusty copper bell from her pocket, walked to the edge of the field, and, while ringing the bell, announced loudly in her thunderous voice:

"Razor Gang vs. Mafia! The first match begins!"

As the match officially began, Lynch shifted his attention from Mrs. Tatiana to the two boxers in the arena.

As the opening match, neither side fielded any particularly heavyweight opponents. Similarly, despite being a boxing match, neither fighter opted to fight bare-handed, choosing instead to use weapons.

The weapon that Little Diego chose to use was a large machete, which looked quite intimidating at first glance. However, given his thin and frail body, Lin Qi had the feeling that he was just using the machete to bolster his courage.

Regardless, choosing to use a machete at least demonstrates Diego's determination to make this fight a bloody affair. Perhaps this is why the Razor Gang allowed him to fight.

Standing opposite Diego was also a young Black man who wasn't particularly muscular, and he was also dressed in casual clothes.

But the weapon he chose was a long iron rod.

Upon seeing the weapons chosen by both sides, Sanjar couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Sigh, it seems like my chances are slim this time."

...Can we make a judgment so quickly?

Lin Qi did not respond, but simply watched the match in the ring quietly.

Soon, just as Sanjar had predicted, Diego Jr. was on the back foot from the start.

Although at first glance, a machete may seem more intimidating and more likely to inflict fatal wounds than a long stick,

However, neither side seemed to have much fighting experience. When they first clashed, the other side was able to keep Diego from getting close by simply swinging his iron rod wildly and haphazardly.

In this kind of competition where novices are pecking at each other, the primitive yet practical martial arts concept of "an inch longer, an inch stronger" is fully demonstrated.

...This is indeed difficult to handle.

Lin Qi thought to himself that something was wrong, and Sanjar stood silently to the side with a heavy expression.

While the Razor Gang remained silent, the other gangs outside the ring erupted in thunderous cheers upon seeing Little Diego suffer a setback. Clearly, many wanted to see the Razor Gang lose, and many had placed bets on "Little Diego losing."

Many people were watching the game while loudly cursing:

"You white pig, you skinny bookworm! Just die already! Stop struggling!"

"Brothers of the Black Hand Gang, beat him up! Don't be afraid, kill him!"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

Endless malice surged wildly from all around into the arena, overwhelming everything.

Even Lin Qi was a little nervous in this environment. He looked at the thin figure in the ring and wondered if he could keep his composure.

However, at this very moment,

Seeing the critical situation, Diego suddenly bent down.

He grabbed a handful of sand mixed with concrete fragments from the ground and threw it violently at his opponent's face!