Entry Ticket

The driver seemed unfazed by the corpse, as if he'd seen plenty before.

After praising Song Ren, he waved his hand in another direction.

Not far away, two men in suits walked over simultaneously.

With great agility, they bagged the mangled corpse and then, without a word, carried it away.

The driver, however, had a clearer view and couldn't help but whistle, sizing up Song Ren:

"Tsk tsk, I wouldn't have guessed, you're quite something. To beat someone into that state with your bare hands, you've got guts."

Song Ren jumped down from the container and only then noticed that the surroundings were a silent, open field.

Not far ahead stood a rather large villa.

The villa was brightly lit, like a pair of eyes opening in the wilderness.

Several small paths wound around it, but each path was guarded by two men in suits.

Song Ren took a quick look and immediately judged that these men in suits were likely skilled marksmen.

Their demeanor suggested they were security guards, or perhaps bodyguards.

The driver switched on a flashlight and said again, "Follow me."

Lu Zhengyang finally couldn't help himself and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Didn't you say we were here to participate in the Fook Shing Building's underground boxing ring?"

"Where is this place? Why are you bringing us here?"

The driver stopped and turned back, "You didn't actually think the ring on the top floor was something you could just participate in, did you?"

"Even if you're death row inmates from Stanley Prison, without an entry ticket, don't even dream about it."

"No one will champion a challenger with no popularity. You still lack a stage to truly show yourselves to those big spenders."

"That means an entry ticket straight to the top-floor ring."

After saying this, the driver prepared to lead them away.

Just then, two men in suits emerged from one of the paths, and one of them called out, "Wait a moment."

The driver frowned, "What is it?"

The two men in suits walked closer, bypassed the driver, and stood directly in front of Song Ren.

Song Ren asked in surprise, "Something wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders were grabbed unexpectedly by one of them.

The next moment, the man forcefully pushed his body down while simultaneously delivering a powerful knee strike.

Song Ren's expression flickered, but he reacted quickly.

He blocked the incoming knee with his elbow, but his side was still hit with a forceful kick from the other man.

He staggered back three to five steps, regaining his balance. His chest felt a burning sensation, and he was also quite winded. That kick had been truly merciless.

A fierce glint flashed beneath Song Ren's lowered eyelids.

Just as he was about to retaliate, the driver suddenly shouted, "Both of you, stop! Zheng Qizhi, what are you brothers doing!"

Song Ren's forward momentum halted, his expression unreadable.

The two men in suits had already withdrawn their hands. Upon closer inspection, it was clear their features were strikingly similar – they were twin brothers.

Zheng Qizhi adjusted his suit cuff, "It's Mr. Guo's order. This guy killed one of the slots he bought from Stanley Prison without authorization."

"Mr. Guo sent us to say hello and get acquainted."

The other man scuffed his foot on the ground, as if disgusted by having kicked something dirty:

"We were just helping him warm up a bit. We're not breaking any rules by doing this, are we?"

The driver's face darkened, "This is a one-time thing. Don't let it happen again."

The Zheng brothers exchanged a look, chuckled lightly, and turned back, not sparing Song Ren another glance.

Song Ren's gaze followed their retreating figures, and he said casually, "Who were those two just now?"

The driver glanced at him, "The Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong brothers. They're Mr. Guo's personal bodyguards, and Mr. Guo is one of the VIPs in the top-floor ring."

"So, you'd best not take that kick to heart."

"Consider it being bitten by a dog."

"This level of incident doesn't constitute breaking the rules, and it's not convenient for us to interfere."

Song Ren offered no comment, merely repeating the names of the twin brothers in his mind.

Inside the detached villa

A large wall in the living room was covered with LCD screens displaying surveillance footage.

Six men and women, all dressed impeccably, were seated in the hall.

Any one of these six could have significantly influenced events with just a stomp of their foot.

There was Guo Can, the king of home appliances; Liu Jinxiong, from the steel industry; Luo Youyi, a leader in the shipbuilding sector; and Xu Jiaqi, a real estate magnate.

The other two were ladies: Tong Peipei, the widow of the late newspaper tycoon Wen Zhaoren.

And the other was Zhu Bao'er, the daughter of the renowned Sir Zhu.

The six sat in the hall, leisurely sipping red wine.

In several corners of the hall, security personnel in suits could be seen quietly guarding in the shadows.

They say the richer people get, the more eccentric they become, and there's some truth to that.

Money can satisfy most of a person's material desires.

Therefore, it's inevitable that wealthy individuals develop peculiar mental habits, especially those involving things that stimulate their hormones.

For example, the bloody and violent underground boxing rings...

They wouldn't personally step into the ring to savor that exhilarating feeling like Song Ren, but that didn't stop them from experiencing an unprecedented thrill from it.

It was also thanks to the attention of these big spenders that the underground boxing ring at Fook Shing Building could be held with such fervor.

The lower and middle levels attracted attention with betting and fights, while the upper and top levels drew in the big spenders with higher stakes, more exhilarating life-or-death battles, and weapon combat.

Even some powerful VIPs would occasionally grace the place with their presence.

This was also the main reason why Fook Shing Building could continue to operate normally; too many interests and high-level attention were involved behind the scenes.

Trying to bring down a venue like Fook Shing Building would be almost impossible without the intervention of top-tier figures.

At this moment, Guo Can, the king of home appliances, sat on the sofa, drinking with a grim expression.

He had barely finished half of his red wine when he suddenly smashed the glass on the floor, his face unable to hide the gloom:

"What a loser. He died on the way before even appearing. I thought the perpetrator of that serial dismemberment case back then was something else."

And this is it?

Damn it!

As the top VIP at Fook Shing Building, big spenders like Guo Can would each select their preferred challengers for every round of fights.

For this round of boxing matches, Guo Can had chosen three individuals.

They were Basong, a Muay Thai master proficient in Muay Thai.

Shinkawa Tatsuya, a karate expert from the Land of the Rising Sun.

And the last one was Xu Shao, the perpetrator of the dismemberment case, whom he specifically selected from the list of death row inmates at Stanley Prison.

He came here this time to see how formidable this particular contender was among his three chosen fighters.

Instead of seeing the formidable fighter, he met the murderer!

The money lost for this reason was insignificant, but the key issue was losing face within the circle.