Chapter 1823: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 17

Inside the room at the end of the top floor of the fighting arena.

The lavish décor could not withstand the bloody decay here; it was as if gold powder rusted remnants were scattered everywhere, and everything in sight were torture devices that could not be named.

At the edge of the floor paved with pure gold, the hidden door was pushed open.

Wen Si Luo threw the backpack in his hand onto the ground, his thick lashes drooping as he coldly gazed at the man sitting in the corner.

"What you want is the feast gold brick from the trading market."

Time passed second by second; Wen Zhu let out a low sneer, slowly turning his wheelchair, his gaze at Wen Si Luo no longer the eager look of years ago, but filled with anger and sharpness.

"I never expected that after catching the insider for so long, the final news would have been leaked by you."

Wen Zhu said softly, lifting his eyes in the dim light to stare at Wen Si Luo, this youth who had become so beautiful as to be intimidating, full of aggression.

Over five years, he had not raised Wen Si Luo as he wished; instead, he had raised a white-eyed wolf that would bite back.

"You deserve it." Wen Si Luo replied coldly, "Being outmaneuvered by me only shows your lack of ability."

"The trading market's feast auction will be held the day after tomorrow, making me lose a deal worth hundreds of millions, Xiao Luo… aren't you afraid of being punished by your uncle?"

Wen Zhu's face hid in the corner, looking almost terrifying like a ghost; his gloomy tone revealed an unchewable hatred, "Still, I think I've become so useless I can't even deal with you."

"Can you do it?"

Wen Si Luo slightly turned his head, even walking toward the corner, an action that could not be considered anything but provocative.

"Wen Zhu, besides giving orders, what else can you do now?"

As his words fell, Wen Si Luo pressed the controller in his hand.

"Uh..."

Wen Zhu drew a deep breath; the thing concealed by the darkness lost all cover, as the seemingly heavy wheelchair shot out two extremely thin chains that plunged deep between his legs, wrapping around bone and flesh in a bloody mess.

The necrotic muscle, untreated in time, had completely lost its ability to move.

As the controller activated, the chains shuddered continuously with the electric current.

"Do I need to remind you, Uncle? You're now a waste."

Wen Si Luo stood before him, stating the facts mockingly yet without emotion.

Strangely, Wen Zhu did not hurl many insults, perhaps because he had long grown accustomed—after all, sitting in a wheelchair for a year, this level of pain was even less than festering wounds for him.

He lifted his head, gazing gloomily at Wen Si Luo before him, and even recalled, somewhat out of place, the boy from five years ago.

Following that person's strange disappearance, Wen Si Luo became like a soul-less guardian, staying day and night at that factory.

But since arriving here, he had completely turned into a mad dog nobody could control, even more ruthless than his own older brother.

Not to mention his own failures, he had repeatedly come close to losing his life at the latter's hands.

If it weren't for Mr. Eld not allowing the fighting arena to change hands…

Wen Zhu panted heavily, suddenly recalling something, and let out a laugh.

"Today is practically Chinese New Year again, right? Five years have passed, Wen Si Luo; the days since he left are almost longer than the time I've spent raising you… uh!"

The current increased again.

Wen Zhu's veins bulged, his whole body suffused with purplish-red.

Wen Si Luo kicked the wheelchair hard, bent down to grab his hair, the corners of his eyes and brows flashing with a sharpness that held killing intent.

"You're asking for death!"

"Young Master!"

The room actually echoed with a third person's voice; a completely black-clad masked figure stood coldly at the door, "Mr. Eld does not allow Candle Grandpa to die; proceed with caution."

Eld, the master of the entire Sinful Underground City.

Thinking of that person, Wen Si Luo's killing intent deepened in his eyes, yet he skillfully concealed it, disgustedly casting aside the man who was worse than dead.

Besides Wen Si Luo and his confidants, nobody in the fighting arena knew that Wen Zhu had become a literal puppet.

——

"Good heavens, I'm really nervous."

In the Fighting Arena Area One, several youths in black-and-white waiter uniforms stood in the narrow alley, more or less nervous, since they had never before had the chance to enter this place.

"Xigemeng, aren't you nervous?" Georgia looked at her friend who had been injured for a few days, his freckled face under dull curly hair showing deep surprise, "You actually look so relaxed!"

The tall, stern man corrected again: "Jin Chen."

"... Don't make it hard for me, Xigemeng; I simply can't pronounce that."

Jin Chen looked at his constantly trembling friend with a harsh gaze, giving up correction, "Why are you nervous? You're not going to fight."

"I heard that every contracted enforcer inside lacks reason; if they're unhappy, they'll just beat anyone they see—I'm scared."

Georgia was still trembling; this was also the sentiment of the other new servers.

"Think about the salary here." Jin Chen tried to comfort: "One day's pay is enough to cover the medical costs of being beaten ten times a month."

Georgia: "……"

You might as well just shut up.

The alley entrance suddenly opened; behind the rolling shutter, the gray-haired manager waited here.

"Nice to see you again, gentlemen; I will lead you in new‑hire training, and you'll start work tonight."

He handed over pure white masks; every server must wear them, so as to make their features as forgettable as possible.

The newly arrived server attracted no notice at the bar; Wen Si Luo sat on a high stool, the eerie strobe lights flickering as usual, occasionally casting light on his slightly lowered profile, and one could always hear the intake of breath from those around him.

But no one dared to approach him for chat, unless you were a first‑timer who hadn't yet equated this handsome man with the Fighting King; otherwise, it would surely be foolish.

"Luoge, maybe don't drink; you've just stopped bleeding… alright, go on."

Yunran's dissuasion had no effect; he was embarrassed into silence by Wen Si Luo's gaze.

But every year at this time, Luoge's mood is poor, and he hasn't doubted it much either.

【Detected fluctuation in Villain Blackening Value, re‑checking Blackening Value…… detection successful, current Blackening Value: 100!】

【Detected villain triggers Heartbeat Value, Heartbeat Value +50, accumulated 50!】

The manager led the waitstaff through the beverage counter, and Jin Chen finally got to see his own child who had crossed the timeline.

Five years brought too many changes to Wen Si Luo; his stature grew tall, slender and well-proportioned, and even just his back view was enough to draw attention.

Jin Chen sighed slightly, seeing the blood-soaked arm bandage also truly made him feel heartache.

【Host, why don't you go up and recognize each other!】

Having slept well and also being rewarded points, Ling Gun Gun is very energetic.

【Not yet the time.】

Jin Chen pinched the invitation he had picked up in his pocket, his eyes slightly deepening.

It would be better to appear only after being able to back up the child.

……Hope I can endure until that time.

Jin Chen rarely doubted his own actions.

After just a few glances, Jin Chen followed the team away from the beverage counter and entered the warehouse where new waitstaff are trained.