Chapter 1822: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 16

This is Annuos City, located in a corner of the northern hemisphere, where public safety is notoriously terrible.

The fighting arena headquarters managed by Wen Zhu gathers here, together with another underground casino and trading venue, forming the dark underground city of Annuos City.

The original body also bore the name Xigemeng, born into a Chinese family situated at the edge of the underground city, providing various services to the city just to make ends meet; the three noisy individuals who just entered are his current family.

Relying on deceiving local women of Annuos to gain permanent residency after giving birth to Xigemeng, the biological father Lao Ge, the true-love stepmother whose name is forgotten, and their biological son Fei Luo.

Xigemeng spent much effort to secure a waiter position at the underground fighting arena; the wages were enough for him to escape this family and live well in the underground city.

Fei Luo, meanwhile, obtained an opportunity to serve upper management; he recklessly collided with an enforcer of considerable rank, yet reported Xigemeng's name.

Poor original body was thus beaten to death.

He fully recalled all his memories.

Jin Chen pressed down slightly with the hand covering his chest, only slowly rising after it was nearly healed.

He sat back down and took a deep breath.

【This body also has problems.】 Jin Chen was unusually solemn.

【It's not the host~ it's that you're currently too weak; after your injury they didn't take proper care of you.】

Ling Gun Gun grew sleepier the more he spoke, curling up into a ball in the space, 【Take your time to recover, Xiao Luo isn't in any major danger right now, don't rush.】

He said he'd sleep and did so, right on schedule.

Jin Chen searched for edible food in the barely habitable room, after three seconds of silence decisively chose to exchange in the mall for something edible for humans.

Good heavens, he couldn't stomach a bun harder than his own head.

——

「Xigemeng! Get up now! 」

Lao Ge's voice woke Jin Chen from his early-morning dream; this was the third day he had earnestly rested his body, his condition had improved considerably, and the gunshot wound had fully healed.

This certainly could not be known by anyone.

Jin Chen weakly shuffled to the door, his tall frame blocking the entrance, beneath his stern exterior lay deep displeasure.

「What's the matter? 」

Lao Ge was merely an ordinary, somewhat smuggling Chinese immigrant, unnoticeable in a crowd whether in the former Huaxia State or present-day Annuos City.

Fei Luo perfectly inherited his traits; compared to Jin Chen, who inherited his mother's bloodline, he was downright ugly and short.

Lao Ge suddenly choked, shrank back a bit, and roared with a fierce exterior but timid interior: 「This afternoon is the day you're supposed to report to the fighting arena! Don't waste time! 」

Jin Chen lowered his gaze at him, then looked toward the shabby narrow living-room cubicle where the stepmother and Fei Luo were, and said, 「It's not me who's wasting time, what do you think, Fei Luo? 」

His tone was none too good, even somewhat harsh; Fei Luo instantly flared up as if ignited, gesturing in midair to strike, shouting, 「Xigemeng! You despicable wretch! What do you mean! 」

「Literally, you're a cowardly and incapable weakling. 」

Jin Chen sauntered out, his towering 1.9-meter height exuding immense pressure—this was the first time Lao Ge and the others realized it, since he usually was gentle and aloof.

「You should forgive him, Xigemeng; he's your brother, and besides, you're not seriously injured. 」

Lao Ge barely maintained his anger, yet his timidity also showed, leaving nowhere to hide under the icy aura.

Jin Chen curled his lip in derision, tilted his head toward Fei Luo, who had been provoked into rage and rushed forward to strike, with no intention of dodging.

Meanwhile, under the stepmother's seemingly obstructive but actually indifferent action, Fei Luo successfully approached Jin Chen, poised to deliver a few heavy blows.

The result, however, was shocking.

「Ah!! 」

Fei Luo collapsed limp to the ground, a hole torn in his chest, blood pouring out.

Jin Chen tossed the dagger onto him, looked down at this miserable sight from above, and gave a slight, lighthearted laugh.

「This is exactly what you should bear; no thanks needed. 」

「Fei Luo!! My son! 」

The stepmother screamed and lunged at the chubby boy on the ground, but in her panic she pressed on Fei Luo's wound, causing another chaotic scramble.

Jin Chen lifted his eyelids to glance at the dumbfounded Lao Ge, who opened his mouth but couldn't muster the courage to say more.

He has always been like this, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Jin Chen cheerfully walked out of this place, dirtier than a refugee shack, preparing to head to the underground city.

——

Underground City, fighting arena, District One.

In this place brimming with bloodshed and monetary sin, recklessness and cruelty are the most fitting epithets.

Lights dim and interlace, the packed grandstand roars with applause, then erupts in fervent, vulgar cheers.

It's not always this lively, but in recent years, as the Fighting King rankings rose, watching Wen Si Luo's challenges became the most anticipated segment.

「He's an outright lunatic! 」

In the spectator seats were friends of Wen Si Luo's opponent today, shouting curses, yet unable to tear their eyes from the stage where the stunningly handsome, ruthless youth who was sure to win stood; like many others, their eyes burned with fervor, unwilling to look away until they'd seen enough.

With the final cheer erupting, Wen Si Luo won again.

Wen Si Luo lowered his brows and eyes, tightly staring at the motionless opponent on the ground, his bandaged fingers wiping away blood from the corner of his mouth.

Until the referee declared victory, that person was dragged away, whereupon Wen Si Luo barely restrained his hostility, spat out his mouthguard, then glanced at the wildly cheering crowd before stepping down.

「Good heavens, you're not in great shape today. 」

Yunran hurriedly caught up with Wen Si Luo, and upon entering the exclusive lounge, while applying medicine to the frightening bruises and injuries, he asked doubtfully, 「Luo Ge, normally at this time you wouldn't even step into the ring, would you? 」

Wen Si Luo leaned back against the lounge chair, disheveled hair scattering over his collarbones and covering his pale, thin skin, the black vest clinging to his lean abdomen soaked with sweat and blood, his brow slightly furrowed, actually appearing somewhat fragile.

「Don't ask. 」 he said in a hoarse voice.

「……Oh, alright. 」

Yunran shrugged, not really bothered by his aloofness, and focused on treating the wound.

At that moment the lounge room door was knocked, a vexing voice came through, making the eyes-closed, resting Wen Si Luo especially displeased.

Young Master, I've long heard of your prowess; today seeing the scene, it's indeed not ordinary.

Zhengyi ignored the bodyguards' obstruction, walked straight in, but his gaze first landed on Yunran, who looked somewhat surprised and embarrassed.

He had just finished a fight, his wounds untreated, and he came straight for Yunran.

"Little Yunran, heal my wounds too." Zhengyi sat down, smiling.

Yunran dared not respond.

Wen Si Luo had no reaction, couldn't be bothered to lift his eyelids, "Nobody told you the district's rules?"

"I know, Yunran is your exclusive healer,"

Zhengyi didn't think the rule mattered at all, smiling, he said: "Anyway, I was transferred here just to replace your Fighting King laurels; Yunran will still have to serve me."

"Zhengyi! Don't spout nonsense, get out." Yunran hissed at him, though his tone was familiar.

"All right, I'm here to deliver a message; Candle Grandpa wants to see you."

Zhengyi looked at Wen Si Luo, whose disarray couldn't hide his allure, clicked his tongue, "Candle Grandpa's mood isn't great today; I heard you ruined a few of his good businesses."

"Shut your mouth."

Wen Si Luo responded coldly, rose, looked at the nonchalant Zhengyi, and said without warmth: "Besides, get out."

Zhengyi released his grip, stepped back toward the door making a harmless gesture, "I've never liked fighting offstage."

As he closed the door, he still gave Yunran a single wink, seeming somewhat frivolous.

Yunran: "……"