"Pfft, this guy is really quite devious." Li San shook his head with a bitter smile.

Everyone has their own reverse scale, Li San is like that, and so is Xiaofan. I believe most people are this way; no problem if they're insulted themselves, but once someone insults their family or loved ones, the temper that flares up is uncontrollable, and a fight could break out at any moment.

But Xiaofan is indeed a peculiar one; he shows no sign of anger before taking action. Sometimes, this guy is so calm it's frightening.

'Smack.'

The opponent wasn't even wearing a mask. Some people used masks just because they didn't want their faces recognized, fearing revenge or assassination from enemies. But some people don't care about such things, so they don't even wear a mask during matches.

This allowed Xiaofan to strike just right. What's more humiliating for a man than a slap in the face?

Xiaofan did this on purpose, specifically hitting the opponent's left cheek until it was red and swollen, stubbornly refusing to switch to the other side. Why? Because his right hand was stronger, and it felt better to hit with.

There are still many people in this world who are self-centered. Such a big world, how can you be arrogant in it without some strength?

There's always someone better, and this moment proves that.

If you look up once, you'll be hit, and eventually, you'll end up lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"Does it hurt?" Xiaofan squatted down and looked at his opponent.

"Oh oh oh oh..." The left cheek was deformed, and opening his mouth hurt terribly.

"See, can't curse anymore, can you? I fuck your mother, fuck your sister. Greetings to all your female relatives. Curse, keep cursing. Shit. Cough cough, manners, keep your manners." Xiaofan slowly stood up and walked towards the dumbfounded host.

"Hey, does this count as a win for me?"

"Well..."

"Hey, be careful." At this moment, a voice suddenly shouted from the spectators who were enjoying the show.

Turns out, the guy who was just lying on the ground, not daring to get up, saw Xiaofan with his back to him and thought it was a perfect opportunity. Immediately, he scrambled up and rushed towards Xiaofan.

"Oh, looks like he hasn't admitted defeat yet."

Turning around, Xiaofan grabbed the opponent's incoming fist with one hand, forming a palm with the other to strike the opponent's chest. And that wasn't all; as the opponent staggered back, Xiaofan took a big stride forward, leaping into the air, performing a 720-degree spin, and delivering a fierce leg chop. He hit squarely between the opponent's neck and shoulder, forcing him down onto the stage again.

The move was indeed graceful, drawing numerous screams and applause. The audience almost forgot about their losses. Compared to money, watching an exciting fight was actually quite worthwhile. Furthermore, they seemed to have a new target of support now—the two unimpressive Caterpillars tonight, and now the Black Mantis.

"Hahaha, brother, that was spectacular, really amazing."

"No big deal. Can we leave now? I'm hungry."

"Hey, didn't you just tell me to hold back?"

"Didn't I hold back? I really tried hard to control my anger, and you should learn too. With garbage like this, teach them a lesson. Otherwise, there'll be more people cursing you, and you can't get angry every time, it's not worth it."

"Tch, whatever you say makes sense, I won't argue with you. You pay for supper, and I want a massage."

"No, no, no, it's on me, all on me. Rest well, we'll win another match in a couple of days." Liang Yanlong said with a sly grin on the side.

"In a couple of days? Why not tomorrow night? Newcomers need to fight at least three matches in a week, ten matches a month. Brother Long, the bigger the match, the more you earn."

"Tomorrow? So soon? Your body..." Hearing Xiaofan's words, Liang Yanlong blinked in surprise. Money should be made, but don't wear out these two cash cows.

"Do you think with opponents like these our bodies can handle it? Let's go."

"Alright, alright."

Within just one night, Liang Yanlong earned more than five million. Betting three million with a 1.5 times return means he got 4.5 million, and adding all the other bits and pieces makes it even more. It seems it was a wise gamble this time.

"Brother Long, how much did we make tonight?" Li San asked curiously while driving.

"A few million, don't worry, you won't get a dime less, you'll receive it in half an hour." Liang Yanlong assured, patting his chest.

"Brother Long, don't bet so much next time. If one day we meet a real match, we could lose it all." Xiaofan said earnestly.

"You're so good, how could you lose in the beginner matches?"

"Better safe than sorry. Save some capital, even if we lose, as long as we're not dead, there's always a chance to earn it back." Xiaofan continued.

"Hmm, makes sense, I believe you're right." Liang Yanlong considered for a moment, indeed as Xiaofan said, if anything unexpected happened, it would be a disaster.

Of course, Xiaofan said this so others wouldn't think he's invincible. Beginner matches are not high-level, but intermediate and advanced matches are not as certain. Of course, those participants couldn't be as formidable as Thirteenth Young Master, right? Even if they were, would Xiaofan be afraid?

If Liang Yanlong made five million, how about Li Kuo then?

Looking at the extra ninety million in his account, Li Kuo himself gasped. Damn, earning like this would make anyone envious. No wonder Xiaofan was so cautious.

"Caterpillar, hahaha, why did that fool Li San think of such a funny code name." Han Shengjun laughed as he looked at the name in the photo.

"Boring people doing boring things, it's just Xiaofan's code name is quite strange, Black Mantis? Does it have any significance?" Lei Xiaolei said flatly.

"In terms of the food chain, mantises are carnivorous insects that prey on small insects, including butterflies. Red Butterfly, Black Mantis, the significance of Xiaofan's code is probably here. By the way, have you thought about the name Shen Zhifan?" Li Kuo said slowly.

"Hmm? Wait, Shen Zhifan? Shen Zuimo, Ye Xiaofan? 'Zhi' in classical Chinese often means 'of', so Shen Zhifan means Shen Zuimo's Ye Xiaofan? Damn, how childish is this kid?" Although Han Shengjun was brawn over brains, hanging out with these guys made him sharper.

"Childish? Boring? Then is us thinking about the significance of their names and codes considered boring, childish? The situation with all major shareholders is under control, what should we do next? Wait for news? Or should we join Underground Black Boxing for fun?" Ren Ying, who was sitting by with eyes closed, suddenly chimed in.

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