Grouping

In a bar within the prison realm that frequently changed locations

"Lanxin, why are you throwing a tantrum again?"

The bartender sat on the counter with his legs crossed. Across from him sat the woman who had faced Zhang Chen in the first match of the preliminaries.

"Dad, you said Zhang Chen was so special. I got lucky and ran into him in the very first match today. But that brat acted like a turtle hiding in its shell, dragging things out with me before forfeiting right in front of my face. I'm furious..."

The woman was named Tian Lanxin, daughter of Tian Jing, a prison warden. She had been clever and exceptionally gifted since childhood, but she also had the temper of a spoiled young lady, something she could never change.

"He saw through your identity at a glance? It seems that kid has improved quite a bit since last time. I'll go with you to watch your next match."

"If that brat still refuses to fight me, Dad, you have to teach him a proper lesson." Because her father often mentioned Zhang Chen in front of her, Lanxin had long felt deeply resentful. Now that Zhang Chen had angered her so badly, she was determined to get revenge on him.

"You should calm down. If you make it to the end, you'll naturally have a chance to fight him."

Early morning, outside a steamed bun shop in Imperial Capital City.

A burly young man with thick eyebrows sat near the entrance. Before him stood nearly twenty stacked layers of bamboo steamers filled with buns. Even the shop owner had been thoroughly frightened; he had never seen anyone with such an appetite.

"Burp!" The young man let out a completely unrestrained belch, then paid and left the bun