Chapter 55: Fist Stronghold

"Brother, let me ask you something."

Liu Saner was suddenly blocked by someone and was about to get angry, but when he turned his head and saw a person standing there wearing a green evil ghost mask, he was immediately startled.

"Who are you?"

Liu Saner took a step back.

Under the dim, yellowish light, the other person's shadow was stretched long, and beneath the green evil ghost mask was a pair of cold eyes that looked somewhat chilling.

"Do you know how to get to the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold?"

The person wearing the mask was none other than Li Fei in disguise.

He had heard that there was a place in the Qingyuan District specifically for underground boxing matches called the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold, so he was looking around for someone to ask.

Hearing the words "Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold," Liu Saner's eyes lit up, and he looked Li Fei up and down:

"Are you looking to fight?"

"Yes."

Li Fei deliberately spoke in a low, deep voice.

He did not want to expose his original identity, so he had disguised everything from his hairstyle to his mask and even his voice.

Having just been attacked, Li Fei was acting even more cautiously.

He had disguised himself, which counted as one layer of protection.

The attack that had just occurred had already been addressed by the Chief Inspector of the Inspection Court; this was his second layer of protection.

Li Fei had found out that the backing of the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold was not the Tiger Blade Gang; it was the only underground industry in the entire Xingcheng not controlled by the Tiger Blade Gang, and its status was very transcendent—this was his third layer of protection.

Finally, it was naturally the Blood Bead and the unlocked Blood Soul Skill "Blood Rage" that gave Li Fei the confidence to come here.

"If you want to fight, then you've found the right person!"

Liu Saner suddenly became energetic, "Brother, I am a boxing agent for the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold. Do you know what an agent is? It's someone specifically responsible for arranging matches for boxers."

"Oh?"

"Brother, if you want to fight in the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold, you've come to the right person! Come, come, I'll take you to the stronghold."

Liu Saner enthusiastically stepped forward to pull Li Fei, but Li Fei easily dodged him.

He didn't mind, smiling and gesturing for Li Fei to follow him.

Li Fei kept one hand in his pocket, constantly gripping a bag of lime powder, and followed the other person as they wove through the streets and alleys of the Qingyuan District.

Ten minutes later, Liu Saner brought Li Fei to a place enclosed by wooden walls.

"This inside is the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold."

Liu Saner pointed to the gate in front and said.

Li Fei looked at the wooden gate, where the sign above read the four large characters: "Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold."

Inside the stronghold were large white tents, brightly lit and bustling with noise, much livelier than outside.

"Let's go, brother."

Liu Saner said.

He led Li Fei toward the gate of the stronghold. There were people standing guard at the entrance; he took out a piece of paper, showed it to them, and pointed at Li Fei while saying a few words, after which they let him and Li Fei inside.

"People outside the stronghold have to buy tickets if they want to go in and watch the matches. The ticket prices vary for different grades of boxing rings, from the cheapest at one jiao to the most expensive at one yuan."

Liu Saner proudly waved the paper in his hand at Li Fei, "But I am a boxing agent, so I don't need to buy a ticket when I bring a boxer in."

He boasted for a bit, and seeing that Li Fei didn't respond, he didn't feel awkward and continued to introduce the place to Li Fei:

"The boxing rings in this Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold are divided into four grades: 'Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.' The highest is the Heaven-grade ring, and the lowest is the Yellow-grade ring. The higher the grade of the ring, the higher the level of the boxers, the more the audience, and naturally, the higher the boxer's income. However, since you are a new boxer, you can only start from the lowest Yellow-grade ring."

"You're an agent, how do you plan to split the money earned with me? How much can I earn from one match?"

Li Fei asked straightforwardly.

He needed someone to help him integrate here for the time being, so he intended to hear Liu Saner's conditions; if they weren't too excessive, he could agree for now.

Liu Saner restrained his smile, looked into Li Fei's eyes, and said seriously:

"Brother, if you can win the match later, I won't take a single cent of the money earned; it's all yours!"

Li Fei scoffed: "Wouldn't that be too much of a loss for you?"

Liu Saner shook his head: "Brother, let me tell you the truth. The stronghold needs strong new boxers to fight. If I introduce you here, the stronghold gives me a bonus. And if you can really make a name for yourself, I, as an agent, can also gain many benefits. A truly capable boxing agent doesn't suck the blood of their boxers; instead, they help the boxers earn more money. Cooperation is mutually beneficial; a win-win for everyone is the real win."

Li Fei looked at this slacker, who looked anything but serious, with some surprise; he hadn't expected the other person to say such things:

"So, you are a capable boxing agent?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Saner said with glowing spirits: "I, Liu Saner, will definitely become the most capable boxing agent in the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold!"

"Pfft—"

A sneer suddenly came from the side.

A man wearing a floral shirt, bright red lipstick, and dressed in a flashy, flamboyant manner walked over while covering his mouth and laughing.

Behind him followed a muscular man over one meter ninety tall, with skin as dark as charcoal, looking like a black tower.

"Yo, I wondered who had such big talk, wanting to become the most capable boxing agent in the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold. So it's just you, you little punk. Aren't you afraid of straining your back from bragging?"

The man in the floral shirt laughed.

Li Fei looked at this "flamboyant" man and felt a strong sense of discomfort.

By comparison, he felt the slacker Liu Saner was much more pleasant to look at.

"Sister Hua, I was just joking."

Being mocked to his face, Liu Saner not only didn't get angry but instead piled a smile on his face and bowed to explain to the other person.

The man called "Sister Hua" looked at Li Fei:

"Brought another newcomer?"

"Yes, Sister Hua."

Liu Saner replied.

Sister Hua looked Li Fei up and down and pinched an orchid finger:

"Acting all mysterious, but I don't know if you're any good. It just so happens that I brought a newcomer tonight too; why don't we let them have a debut match?"

Sister Hua pointed at the black-tower-like muscular man standing behind him.

In the Qingyuan Boxing Stronghold, new boxers who had never fought on stage were called "greenhorns," and their first match was called a "debut match."

Hearing Sister Hua say this, Liu Saner's expression stiffened, and he laughed dryly:

"Sister Hua, please don't mess with me. The newcomers you bring are all strong fighters; how could I dare to have my newcomer fight yours? Let's forget it."

Sister Hua's gaze turned cold as he looked at Liu Saner: "What, you're not giving me face?"

"How would I dare?"

Liu Saner bowed, trying his best to keep a smiling face, "Sister Hua, please just let me off."

Sister Hua sneered: "Tch, useless."

He didn't actually want his boxer to fight Li Fei; he just wanted some amusement. He loved watching others grovel before him.

Liu Saner just smiled, not daring to retort.

Sister Hua glanced at Li Fei: "Following an agent like this, I see you're also a no—"

"If I fight your person, how much money can I get if I win?"

Before Sister Hua could finish, Li Fei coldly interrupted him.

Liu Saner's expression changed, and he hurriedly walked to Li Fei's side, whispering:

"Brother, this person is not to be trifled with in the stronghold. The boxers he brings are all very strong. We're here to make money; there's no need for this."

Li Fei looked at him: "Is that how you make money, by kneeling?"

In truth, during the two years he was suppressed in his past life, it was no different from kneeling to make money.

But in this life, he did not want to bow his head easily again.

Liu Saner's expression stiffened, and he revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, saying sheepishly:

"Making money, it's not shameful—"

"It is very shameful."

Li Fei shook his head and stepped forward:

"I am here to make money standing up."

(End of chapter)