A foul stench wafted up from beneath the unconscious Ji Chen. It seemed the Black-Haired Hou had struck too hard with its paw, beating the piss and shit right out of him. I couldn't leave immediately—I had to submit to the judges' investigation—so I could only cover my nose.
Several judges asked whether I'd done it deliberately. I could only honestly tell them that I'd dislocated his jaw. I'd asked him myself whether he surrendered, and said that if I'd done it on purpose, the kid would have been dead already.
The judges brought up the video again. Only after investigating did they let me go. Every spectator had been shocked by the battle. Turning paper into soldiers and raising ghosts as generals—both were incredibly powerful abilities. It counted as a spectacular battle before the tournament had even officially begun.
A stretcher soon arrived. Several doctors lifted Ji Chen onto it and carried him away. Looking at the miserable state he was in, I was glad he'd survived, but if he came after me again in the future, I wouldn't be so courteous.
After going downstairs to settle the bet, I was worth over a hundred million again. This auspicious start filled me with excitement. Zhao Qian was thrilled too after winning, and she waved a gleaming gold card in front of me. "It's all thanks to Brother Tian. I made so much this time. When we get back, I can help you run another business!"
"What business?" I froze for a moment.
Zhao Qian smiled and said, "Your mother's shop, of course. She said she wanted to expand, so she asked me to help her figure out how to manage it."
"Oh, I see. Then I'm sorry for the trouble, but if you're too busy, forget it." I felt