Chapter 1824: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 18

Suddenly, the drunken Wen Si Luo sensed something and looked back, but saw nothing—only half of a shirt cuff vanished with the falling warehouse door.

"Just now, who was that?" Wen Si Luo asked.

"Seems like a newly hired servant from District One; they need to be replaced every year."

Yunran also didn't look much, unsurely gazing at Wen Si Luo: "Luo bro, why are you asking about this? Do they have a problem?"

"No."

Wen Si Luo pressed his brow, feeling only the alcohol rising, and reality blurred with hallucination.

And Wen Zhu's provocative words swirled again in his mind.

"Any news from Huaxia?"

Yunran's expression instantly became cautious, slowly shaking his head: "Sorry, Luo bro… that city has been searched thoroughly for a long time; there's no one you're looking for."

"……"

Wen Si Luo didn't continue; he tilted his head back and finished the remaining liquor, letting the liquid roll down and wet the scar on his neck, the cup enough to shield his reddened eye sockets.

Over five years, in countless days and nights, longing constantly drilled into the marrow, already seeping into blood and every vein.

Like a bow pulled to its limit, any slight rustle could make it snap.

——

Night fell.

Tonight everyone was excited; Zhengyi, a single-district fighting warrior transferred from District Seven, was about to challenge the fighting king Wen Si Luo on the rankings.

Although it was merely an exhibition match ordered by superiors, with betting limited to token amounts, it still let the viewers feast their eyes.

After all, though called an exhibition, many have taken it seriously in the past, let alone this clash between the two.

Amidst the frenzied cheers, Wen Si Luo and Zhengyi leapt from left and right onto the stone-pillar ring; the floor was an unclean dark shade, having witnessed too many outlaws' deaths and tangled interests.

"I look forward to your crushing defeat." Zhengyi stretched his neck, smirking lightly.

"I hope your life is tougher than your mouth."

Wen Si Luo sneered coldly, his tense fingertips whitening as he clenched his fists; the slight forward dip of his body was as graceful as a leopard's pounce.

The stands erupted in another gasp; the resonant arena could not hide the crowd's frenzy for Wen Si Luo, and once a wealthy spectator tried to spend a hundred million gold coins to buy a shirtless fight from him, gaining much support.

Although that opinion ceased abruptly with that person's sudden disappearance, it is said Wen Si Luo himself dealt the blow.

The exhibition began; in the tiered stands, servants in white masks weaved through, serving the not-so-rich-or-noble guests.

"Xigemeng, I caught you slacking off, huh."

Qiao Jia distinguished his friend by height, seeing him stare at the stage, he quickly bumped his shoulder to warn: "Careful the manager sees you."

Jin Chen didn't respond in time, merely staring intently at the person on stage.

At that moment in the ring, Wen Si Luo blocked Zhengyi's swing, the two grappled, brutally striking each other at close range.

It was then that Wen Si Luo heard Zhengyi deliberately say:

"Wen Si Luo, I heard you have an unattainable white moonlight in Huaxia? Or is he already dead…"

Zhengyi wanted to provoke Wen Si Luo's brutality beyond the exhibition, to quickly gauge his strength.

And he succeeded in doing so.

Wen Si Luo's already wavering sanity shattered at this moment; his expression darkened terrifyingly, his pupils filled with raging blood-light.

"Whoa!!"

The stands instantly burst into even fiercer cheers.

They realized it!

Wen Si Luo was provoked into anger! He was about to fight for real!

Throwing punch after punch, numbly striking vital points, after adrenaline took over his body he hardly felt pain.

In just two minutes, Zhengyi was beaten to the point of having almost no chance to retaliate, and finally gauged the gap between himself and Wen Si Luo.

Of course, Zhengyi's reason for deliberately choosing the exhibition was simply not wanting to be beaten to death then and there.

He seized the opening in Wen Si Luo's next punch to concede, so swiftly that people couldn't react.

"Stop!" the referee immediately blew the whistle, pressing the control button.

The exhibition-specific control wristband tightened, stopping Wen Si Luo's punch mid-motion; he froze in place, coldly gazing at the fallen Zhengyi.

"Quite obvious……"

Zhengyi gasped, spitting blood as he spoke: "You proved me right."

Several masked men took Wen Si Luo and Zhengyi away for separate treatment.

Yet Zhengyi insisted on barging into Wen Si Luo's resting room, the masked men unable to stop him.

"Hey, Xigemeng! Where are you going?"

Qiao Jia had just been marveling at the exhibition's absurdity a second ago, then saw his friend stride purposefully toward where he shouldn't go.

"The manager will chew you out—this is the fighting king's resting room!"

Jin Chen's heartache could not be contained; he completely changed his original plan, just wanting to see Wen Si Luo quickly.

【Hey, what's this willpower to endure not meeting? Sure enough, seeing Xiao Luo hurt makes it completely nonexistent.】

Ling Gun Gun sighed, 【Wen Zhu that dead pervert sure won't raise a child.】

"Xigemeng." The attendant at the door stared in surprise at Jin Chen and Qiao Jia: "What are you doing here?"

"Oh dear, Xigemeng wants to go in, I have to stop him." Qiao Jia was practically beside himself.

Jin Chen glanced at the cup in the attendant's hand, quickly asking: "You're going in to deliver liquor?"

"……Yes, I heard the young master has a drink after each fight; I……don't dare go in, it sounds like they're arguing inside."

"Give it to me."

The person hastily handed the tray to Jin Chen: "Thanks!"

Anyway, once the white mask is on, the waiters are all pretty much the same.

Jin Chen held his wine glass and pushed open the lounge door.

"Wen Si Luo! I don't know anything—I just wanted to test you, don't lose it!"

Zhengyi never expected the effect to be a bit too strong; when he was shoved against the wall he couldn't help but flare up, "Don't you know how many people outside know about this leverage?"

Wen Si Luo finally let go, instinctively glancing toward the door; his bloodshot vision was a little blurry, and he could only make out that it was a white mask.

Get out.

His aura was strong, his right hand, bound in bandages, trembled uncontrollably, the pain vivid.

Jin Chen, on the contrary, stepped closer and removed the mask from his face.