As time passed, Li Yong on the ring was completely suppressed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Viper's fists flashed, throwing a series of high-frequency jabs, and Li Yong could only raise his hands to continuously block.
Each punch left a red mark on Li Yong's arm, and after successive blows, Li Yong's hands had begun to swell.
"Hahaha, is this the strength of a 13-win streak? I don't think it's all that!" Viper had completely revealed his true nature, taunting him while fighting.
Listening to these words, Li Yong felt a burning rage in his heart. This kind of trash would have been dealt with in a few punches in the past.
However, he endured it when he thought of the 600,000 that He Shan had promised him after the deed was done.
The audience below was already getting anxious, and some people noticed something was wrong: "Fuck your mother, Li Yong, are you throwing the match?"
"Are you even a martial artist? Hurry up and beat him!"
A middle-aged office worker in a suit and glasses roared with bloodshot eyes: "Beat him! Stop defending, damn it! I've bet my house on you!"
The angry shouts from the stands stimulated Li Yong, and with Viper's taunts, he could no longer hold back and threw a punch: "Go to hell!"
Bang!
This punch landed directly on Viper's stomach from a tricky angle. Viper, who was in the middle of taunting, instantly turned pale, stumbling backward.
Ding, ding, ding!
Just as he was about to give up throwing the match and kill Viper, the halftime bell rang.
"Ten minutes are up, halftime break for ten minutes, then we continue!" The host in a suit appeared on stage again, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he looked at Li Yong.
He wanted to say something, but there were too many people here, so he could only swallow his words.
Viper no longer provoked him, only looking at him with a face full of anger.
Li Yong didn't look at him but returned to the small few-square-meter Rest Room (Rest Room).
Creak! Not long after he sat down, the door to the Rest Room (Rest Room) opened, and He Shan walked in with two subordinates, his face gloomy.
Li Yong looked up at him: "Brother Shan, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, He Shan suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Li Yong's neck, and roared, "Are you out of your mind? We agreed to throw the match, what's wrong with you? That punch of yours just now almost cost me thirty million!"
Bang!
As he spoke, he clenched his right fist and punched Li Yong in the face: "Do you still want this 600,000? If this happens again, I'll make you disappear from the face of the earth!"
He let go of Li Yong's neck, turned around, and walked out with his subordinates.
In the stands outside, Jiang Yan stood up. Han Qi, seeing this, asked doubtfully, "Mr. Jiang, should we make a move now?"
"No, I just saw an interesting person. Come with me." Jiang Yan's lips curved slightly upward as he led Han Qi toward the contestant's Rest Room (Rest Room).
Inside the Rest Room (Rest Room).
Li Yong was expressionless, leaning against the wall with confusion in his eyes: 'Dad, didn't you say that learning martial arts could make a person stand tall and proud? But why am I living such a pathetic life, unable to even afford my grandma's medical expenses?'
Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw were the two million medical expenses in the hospital and his grandma lying on the hospital bed.
He awakened his ability when his grandma fell ill. At that time, he thought he could earn money with his ability to save his grandma, just like the protagonists in novels, but reality was him pathetically throwing matches.
"What are you doing? Guests are not allowed in here!" A reprimand came from the doorway.
Bang! Then the door to the Rest Room (Rest Room) was suddenly hit and forced open.
A young man with blue hair flew in and lay at Li Yong's feet.
Crack!
Just as he was about to scream, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him and stomped on his throat.
Jiang Yan calmly lifted his right foot, not even looking at the Blue-haired Man who had started to twitch.
"So fast!" Li Yong, who was sitting, suddenly narrowed his pupils and stood up, warily sizing up the man in a suit and sunglasses who had appeared.
At this moment, another tall, muscular man in a suit entered the Rest Room (Rest Room) doorway. He casually closed the door and stood there silently.
Jiang Yan looked at him, his expression calm: "You clearly awakened an ability, so why choose to fight in underground boxing matches for others?"
At these words, Li Yong's pupils constricted. Looking at the man in sunglasses in front of him, how could he know that he had awakened an ability!
However, Li Yong remained wary: "I don't understand what you're saying. If you dare to kill He Shan's man, he won't let you off."
"Don't understand?" Jiang Yan sneered, walked directly to a chair next to him, sat down, and crossed his legs.
He didn't look at Li Yong, and no one knew what his eyes behind the sunglasses were thinking. He just continued, "Instead of working for this kind of trash, you might as well follow me. What I can give you is beyond what a gangster like him can offer."
Li Yong's eyes flickered as he looked at Jiang Yan: "I don't know who you are. Why should I follow you just because you say so?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yan's lips curved slightly upward: "It's fine if you don't know. I'll give you a chance. He Shan wants you to throw the match, doesn't he? I see you're quite resistant to throwing matches, so I'll make you win!"
Saying that, Jiang Yan turned to look at Li Yong: "As long as you kill Viper, I will arrange the best hospital for your grandma, all medical expenses covered, and afterwards, no one will dare to trouble you, including He Shan!"
At these words, Li Yong's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Jiang Yan in disbelief: "Are you telling the truth!"
At the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart whether Jiang Yan in front of him had bet a lot of money on him and was here to trick him.
Jiang Yan smiled, took out An Conghao's business card from his pocket, and handed it over: "Whether it's true or not, you decide. There's only one chance."
After doing all this, he stood up and walked out with Han Qi.
After returning to the stands, Han Qi was somewhat puzzled: "Mr. Jiang, what if that kid turns around and sells us out?"
Ding, ding, ding!
The bell rang, and the second half began.
Jiang Yan looked at Li Yong, who was walking out, his expression calm: "He won't. I can see unwillingness in his eyes. Such a person should have a very proud personality, even if he's reduced to throwing matches."
'Of course, if I'm wrong, I'll just kill him.'
These words remained unspoken in Jiang Yan's heart. He just quietly watched how Li Yong would choose below.
"Hello!!! The ten-minute break is over, so let's see who tonight's winner will be!" The host shouted in an excited tone.
Viper raised his hands and shouted at Li Yong, "Hahaha, there's only one winner tonight, and that's me!"
Li Yong's mind was full of Jiang Yan's words. He subconsciously looked up at the high platform and quickly saw Jiang Yan wearing sunglasses on one side.
Jiang Yan also looked at him, took off his sunglasses, and smiled at Li Yong, his lips moving to form a few silent words.
"Kill him!"
Li Yong's lips moved slightly, synchronizing with Jiang Yan's words.
The audience below was once again stirred up: "Kill him, Li Yong!"
"Crippled him!" At this moment, everyone was shouting frantically, saliva flying.
The entire venue was filled with roars.
Above, He Shan also shouted with an excited smile: "Beat him, beat him!"