Fook Shing Building

In the villa

After a brief meeting with the three major financiers of the boxing ring, Song Ren and the other two were taken away again.

Lu Zhengyang was directly arranged to receive medical treatment at a private hospital. Although his bones were not injured, his injuries still required a period of rest.

Song Ren chose to rest in the villa for one night.

After changing and washing up, he finally took off the prison uniform he was wearing and put on a more fitting casual shirt.

In the morning

Chen Sheng arranged for someone to deliver a dedicated mobile phone and SIM card to him.

Some frequently used phone numbers were already saved on it.

Along with it, he also received a room key card for the Hyatt Hotel and ten thousand dollars in cash.

Song Ren fiddled with the old-fashioned phone in his hand for a while. This type of phone was quite popular at the moment, but for him, it was truly a bit nostalgic.

He pressed and held the power button, and the phone's small screen lit up, emitting a very familiar voice:

"Hello~ Motorola."

Song Ren: "..."

After playing with it for a bit, he looked at the phone numbers already saved.

They were labeled Miss Zhu, Chen Sheng, and a boxing ring agent for Fook Shing Building – Feijizai.

Just as he was looking through the phone, it suddenly vibrated.

Ring, ring~ Ring, ring~

Hello~ Motorola~

Caller: Feijizai.

Song Ren answered: "Hello?"

A young male voice came from the phone:

"Brother, I'm the person Chen Sheng arranged to meet you, an independent agent for the boxing ring."

"Your identities are special, and it's not convenient to have too much contact with the outside world right now. I'll be staying by your side during this period."

"I'll help you handle some trivial matters. I'll be there soon."

"Brother, please wait a moment."

The voice on the phone sounded a bit reserved and fawning.

However, Song Ren could guess that this kind of independent agent not only helped him with trivial matters.

It was likely also for monitoring them; otherwise, there would be no need for them to stay so close.

After all, they were death row inmates temporarily released from Stanley Prison, and some respect had to be shown for that status.

If they caused too much trouble outside, Fook Shing Building would definitely be implicated.

Not long after, a silver-white Volkswagen Santana stopped at the villa entrance.

With its flat front and long body, it was the most popular model at the time.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a floral shirt and jeans got out of the driver's seat:

"Brother, I'm Feijizai. You can call me Fei, or Ah Fei. Sorry, did I keep you waiting long?"

Song Ren shook his head: "It's fine."

He then took the initiative to extend his hand, "I might have to trouble you during this period. Please take care of me, Ah Fei."

Feijizai was stunned for a moment, perhaps not expecting a death row inmate from Stanley to be so easy to talk to.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, shook Song Ren's hand, and immediately opened the car door for him: "Brother, if you need anything, just tell me. I'm available anytime."

After getting into the car, Feijizai proactively asked:

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Should we go back to the hotel to continue resting, or should we go to Portland Street for some fun?"

Song Ren sat in the passenger seat, "I've already rested. As for Portland Street, I'm not interested in that kind of place. Let's go directly to Fook Shing Building to take a look. It's also a way to get familiar with the venue in advance."

Feijizai glanced at him with a hint of surprise.

Usually, on their first day out of Stanley, most death row inmates would go to Portland Street to blow off some steam.

After all, they had been locked up in Stanley for too long and were likely quite repressed.

Feijizai had never seen someone like Song Ren, who, right after getting out, proactively wanted to go to Fook Shing Building.

However, he didn't have any objections. Compared to going to places like Portland Street, which were frequented by all sorts of people, being on their own turf was much better.

No matter what happened, they could easily take care of it.

The Fook Shing Building is located in Yau Ma Tei.

It has thirty-eight floors, with a height of about 120 meters.

The first ten floors are dedicated to leisure and entertainment zones.

These include high-end restaurants, a large cinema, fitness and entertainment facilities, and various other leisure venues.

The overall consumption level is on the higher side for the current period, clearly catering to a mid-to-high-end clientele.

Above the tenth floor, a membership card is required for free access.

As one of the boxing ring brokers, Feijizai has a very high membership level, allowing him to bring Song Ren freely in and out of all floors of the Fook Shing Building.

As the elevator ascended to the eleventh floor, the moment the doors opened, a rush of noise flooded their ears.

All that met the eye was a bustling crowd.

This area seemed to have been combined from eight or nine consecutive floors.

The height was about twenty-six to twenty-seven meters.

In addition to spiral corridors and tiered seating, the most eye-catching features were the three giant LCD screens hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Forming a triangular shape, the points of these three massive screens faced downwards, each directed towards a section of the audience.

The clear display ensured that viewers in any angle, with a slight tilt of their heads, could see the most exhilarating ring action presented above.

Every frame of the action was displayed to perfection by the giant screens.

The hall featured a total of nine circular boxing rings, divided into levels one through nine.

After winning one level of the ring, one could challenge the next level or choose to defend their current ring.

Except for the first level, all other levels offered a certain amount of cash reward regardless of victory or defeat.

In addition, spectators in the audience seats could place bets on the matches using the red and blue buttons located to the right of their seats.

There were approximately over a thousand seats in the venue, with most of them occupied by spectators. The boxing rings in the center were engaged in intense matches, causing the surrounding noise to erupt periodically.

Especially when blood was drawn, the audience would become even more fervent.

Along the corridors, attractive waitresses dressed as bunny girls frequently pushed food carts, stopping and starting.

Song Ren took a walk around the venue.

While the boxing matches appeared quite intense to an outsider, Song Ren lost interest after just a few glances.

The skill level was quite average.

They were merely hovering around the threshold of professional level, with very few fighters displaying particularly impressive techniques.

The reason for such a fervent uproar in this setting was likely due to the audience having placed their bets.

This strong sense of participation meant that any slight advantage gained by one side would immediately elicit a roar from the crowd.

Feijizai followed closely, tentatively asking, "Brother, do you want to go down and play yourself?"

"However, Brother, given your current status, it would be best to wear a mask if you were to compete in a venue like this."

Song Ren shook his head, "No need. Let's go up and take a look."

They took the elevator directly up to the mid-level boxing rings of the Fook Shing Building.

The scale here was no less impressive than below.

However, a small portion of the audience seating had been replaced by luxurious VIP rooms arranged in a circular loft style.

VIP seating began to appear from the mid-levels onwards.

The ticket prices for the mid-level audience seats had also increased significantly, and the minimum betting amount had quintupled.

The professionalism of the boxing matches in the center had noticeably improved, with skill levels exceeding the professional tier, and the level of gore had also increased considerably.