Today, the total income was 1,900 yuan!
After deducting the cost given to Aunt Zhou, there should be more than 1,700 yuan left.
With this money, An Yi could not only buy a set of clothes for Shen Muxuan but also have a big meal... Well, the remaining 1,500 yuan would be kept as living expenses.
An Yi's mood became more and more cheerful. Making money was so easy! Next time, he should stock up more goods!
"Brother Yi, you haven't been to the underground boxing ring much, right? Do you want me to introduce it to you?" Ding Renfeng asked with a smile.
An Yi nodded. "Tell me about it."
"Well, we have regular boxers here. The exhibition matches are not very interesting. It's just that the boxers here throw fake punches. It looks exciting, but actually it's just to deceive laymen."
Ding Renfeng curled his lips and continued, "The really interesting ones are the ring matches. In the ring matches, guests from outside pay a challenge fee to challenge the boxers. The winner can get a part of the bonus, while the loser loses the challenge fee."
"Have you participated in it?"
An Yi asked curiously.
He had fought with Ding Renfeng and knew this guy's strength.
Ordinary people were no match for him at all.
"I'm not talented. I've beaten five boxers away."
Ding Renfeng said quite proudly.
The resident boxers here also got paid and had performance - related pay.
If they were continuously defeated by challengers, the boxers would not only get no bonus but also have their pay deducted because of sub - standard performance.
This was why they never held back when facing challengers.
However, after all, it was real - person combat.
Once on the ring, a match would consume a lot of physical strength.
Moreover, it was easy to get injured, with bruised muscles and swollen faces, and there was no guarantee of winning. If they lost, they would even have to forfeit the challenge fee.
Even so, there were still many fearless guys every day who thought they could knock down the boxers.
So, every time seeing those over - confident guys being beaten up by the boxers in the ring and screaming like pigs, it was also a kind of pleasure.
"Can you get a bonus for challenging the boxers?"
After hearing this, An Yi rubbed his hands together and got a little excited.
Wasn't this a faster way to make money than selling snacks!
"How much is the challenge fee?"
An Yi moved his arms and cracked his knuckles, making a clicking sound, looking eager to have a try.
"With Brother Yi's skills, I'm afraid all these boxers will have to be replaced."
Ding Renfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "The challenge fee is 10,000 yuan. If you win, you can get 20,000 yuan! Not bad."
Hearing Ding Renfeng's words, An Yi silently sat back in the spectator seats.
10,000 yuan!
Come on!
He had never seen such a large sum of money! In these people's eyes, it was just a challenge fee!
"Brother Yi, do you have any concerns?" Ding Renfeng asked curiously.
Of course, he would never have thought that this guy didn't even have 10,000 yuan in his hand.
An Yi waved his hand and said leisurely, "Fighting and killing are just child's play. Boring, boring."
Ding Renfeng secretly gave An Yi a thumbs - up.
Although this guy was not very old, in terms of showing off, even a 70 - year - old man with the boost of fake wine couldn't match him.
At this time, there was a burly man in the arena. His muscles were extremely terrifying.
Maybe because he had seen Fu's tower - like figure, An Yi didn't find this guy very strong.
"It's Iron Tiger Akang!"
"Damn it, it's Akang in today's ring match! That's boring."
"Boring, boring."
A group of people below let out a chorus of sighs.
An Yi couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on? Is this guy's strength very poor? Why are they all saying it's boring?"
Ding Renfeng explained, "Akang is the most powerful boxer in the underground boxing ring. Back then, he was a capable man personally recruited by Boss Nie! Now he's stationed in Jiangbei City and has never lost a single match."
"No one dares to fight with him. He's too cruel. He has high fighting skills and likes to beat people to death. The last challenger was beaten into a vegetable and still hasn't woken up."
A hooligan subordinate beside him said with lingering fear.
An Yi nodded. "This guy is actually quite smart."
"Since no one has been challenging him, it's not very interesting. I'll give it a try."
Ding Renfeng stood up and took off his coat again, revealing his strong muscles.
When the younger brothers saw this, they quickly tried to persuade Ding Renfeng to stay.
"Brother Feng, don't take the risk. This guy is so cruel. Don't you remember last time?"
"Yes, yes. You were knocked unconscious by Akang last time. You were lucky to be saved in time."
Hearing the younger brothers expose his old past.
Ding Renfeng flew into a rage and shouted, "Do you guys not trust your big brother like this? I'll definitely succeed this time!"
"Brother Feng, if you keep challenging, our savings will be gone."
Several hooligans kept persuading Ding Renfeng.
But Ding Renfeng looked like a stubborn mule who wouldn't turn back until hitting the wall.
"Someone has gone up." An Yi said calmly.
A middle - aged man with a headband and a black cloak, looking rather sinister, stepped onto the ring.
"Hey, there's going to be a good show."
"What the hell? An old man is also coming to the ring!"
"Akang, do your best and take down this creepy guy!"
The audience below couldn't help but complain.
This was a rather creepy old man. Just one look at him made people feel disgusted.
He had a hooked nose and shifty eyes. Not only did he look strange, but his body was also strange.
His hands were long and narrow, like bird claws, and could reach down to his knees.
Amid the sighs, Akang fought with this creepy middle - aged man.
In the audience seats.
An Yi's face looked a bit solemn.
He could tell that this creepy middle - aged man was very strange, with a certain kind of aura surrounding him.
It was very familiar, the aura of blood and killing! That guy named Akang was in danger!
"This guy seems a bit familiar!"
Ding Renfeng held a cigar between his lips, puffing out clouds of smoke as he thought.
Akang danced in small steps and grinned, "Uncle, people can die in the ring match. I won't show mercy! Leave your name. In case you die, I'll burn paper for you."
"Call me Red Poison."
The creepy middle - aged man cackled. His figure suddenly moved, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Akang.
"Damn... Red Poison!"
After racking his brains, when Ding Renfeng heard this name, his face turned pale, and the cigar in his mouth fell directly to the ground.
In the ring.
Red Poison had already reached behind Akang. His long, bird - claw - like hands plunged into Akang's abdomen and dug out a bloody internal organ!
Blood dripped onto the ground...
The huge underground boxing ring fell silent. Everyone looked at Red Poison in disbelief.
This guy had actually dug out Akang's kidney!
"Surrender! I surrender!"
Akang covered his abdomen. Due to the pain, his face was as pale as paper. He could hardly speak and was twitching all over.
Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers, and a large area of terrifying red spread across the ring.
"Of course, you can surrender. However, I'll leave you a souvenir!"
Red Poison said with a smile.
With a snap!
That bloody kidney was crushed by his bare hands!
Pieces of flesh splashed all over the ring.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
