Learning Etiquette First

On the top floor

The style of the venue had changed somewhat. The most obvious difference was that the audience seating was limited to just over a hundred seats.

Everyone who could enter this area was an elite from all walks of life.

Either they had a certain level of wealth, or they had special connections and had received a personal invitation.

Only those like them were qualified to enter the top floor to watch the matches.

In addition to the hundred-plus general seats, there were also three levels of circular VIP rooms supported by blue-white carved dragon stone pillars.

Each VIP room had a massive floor-to-ceiling window on one entire side, allowing guests to more clearly appreciate the exciting arena battles below.

Golden dragon and phoenix-shaped lacquered wood lay across the top, lifelike.

Three giant LCD screens hung in the center. In the venue, several cameramen, directors, and other relevant personnel were constantly moving around.

On the arena stage in the center, a high-level match had just concluded.

Shortly after Feijizai brought Song Ren in, a waiter in a suit and tie jogged over:

"Feijizai, you're in luck. Mrs. Wen is here today. After she saw you, she issued an invitation to you and your people."

Song Ren looked over in confusion.

Feijizai was also stunned for a moment, but his face quickly flushed slightly, and his tone was a bit ingratiating: "Okay, okay, we'll head over now."

Song Ren: "Mrs. Wen is..."

Feijizai's tone was slightly excited: "Mrs. Wen is the wife of the late newspaper tycoon Wen Zhaoren. In the VIP box of the top-floor boxing arena, she's also one of the biggest spenders."

As he said this, he suddenly leaned closer and whispered:

"Mrs. Wen is very beautiful, but I've heard she has a thing for men. However, most of them are top boxers, so do you think she suddenly invited me because she's interested in me?"

Song Ren glanced at this young man, who could only be described as ordinary, at best a little clever.

After speaking, Feijizai himself started to laugh, "Just kidding. Rather than being interested in me, she's probably interested in you, big brother."

"But it's really strange, big brother, you haven't even been in a match yet."

Mrs. Wen's VIP room was located on the third floor. Two bodyguards in suits and ties stood guard at the entrance, their eyes sharp.

Upon entering the room, Song Ren noticed that there was more than just one or two people in the VIP room.

The thirty-odd square meter VIP room was furnished with sofas, a coffee table, an LCD TV, fruit platters, and several bottles of unfamiliar foreign liquor.

There were four people inside: three men and one woman.

Two of them were the strikingly beautiful and wealthy Tong Peipei, whom he had met before, and Du Youbang, who should have been under the big spender Xu Jiaqi.

The other two were a burly, dark-skinned foreigner and a spirited old man with white hair and a youthful complexion.

Tong Peipei's eyes shimmered like water as she looked at Song Ren: "It seems we have quite a connection. We meet again so soon."

"If you don't mind, you can just call me Sister Peipei."

As soon as Tong Peipei finished speaking, Du Youbang and the muscular foreigner standing on either side of her showed noticeable changes in their expressions.

On the other hand, the old man with white hair and a youthful complexion smiled kindly and nodded slightly at Song Ren.

Song Ren returned the smile: "Sister Peipei."

Feijizai also nodded and bowed, "Pei..."

"Hmm?" Tong Peipei's gentle smile instantly vanished, and she frowned as she looked over.

Feijizai immediately flinched: "Mrs. Wen."

"Mm." Tong Peipei nodded perfunctorily.

At this moment, the muscular foreigner in the room suddenly walked over proactively.

His skin was so dark it seemed to shine. The hair at the back of his head was tied into several dreadlocks, and a hawk-like totem was tattooed from his temple to his forehead.

He reached Song Ren in a few steps but didn't stop. Instead, he moved closer again, almost within half a foot.

The foreigner was burly, standing at about 1.97 meters tall, and covered in muscle. His dark, shining biceps were almost as large as Song Ren's thighs.

He looked down at Song Ren, his eyes full of provocation: "Who!"

"..." Song Ren ignored him.

Instead, he shifted his body and looked at Tong Peipei, who hadn't stopped him and even seemed to be anticipating something:

"Sister Peipei, is this your person? What is he doing?"

Tong Peipei didn't speak. Du Youbang, standing beside her, suddenly interjected playfully: "He's just greeting you friendly, asking who you are?"

Song Ren merely raised his eyebrows and looked at Tong Peipei.

Tong Peipei also smiled faintly at him, as if expecting Song Ren's reaction.

The foreigner clearly couldn't stand Song Ren's disregard for him. He lowered his head directly and shouted provocatively in front of Song Ren:

"Who!"

"Who!"

"Who!!!"

"Are you crazy!" Song Ren covered his ears with his fingers, cursing.

Then he took another step back.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Tong Peipei again: "Peipei-jie, did you invite us here just to mess with us?"

Tong Peipei sat on the sofa, dressed in a striking, fiery red long dress, swinging her legs with amusement:

"Of course not, Valerio is just a bit arrogant."

"But he's not a bad person."

Song Ren gazed at her for a moment, his deep eyes confirming a hint of complicity in her eyes, as if she was eagerly anticipating him making a move.

He decisively turned around.

At the same time, he patted Feijizai, who had been standing there dumbfounded the whole time: "Let's go, what are you spacing out for? Do you like being treated like a monkey? This woman is clearly out of her mind."

"Huh?" Feijizai snapped back to reality belatedly. Instead of following immediately, he bowed and apologized profusely: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wen, he's just joking."

"Damn it, this lunatic," Song Ren muttered under his breath and turned to leave by himself.

But he had only taken a step.

His shoulder was grabbed from behind.

The foreigner had a smug look on his face, grinning and about to shout again: "Wh—"

Thump!!!

Before he could finish the remaining syllables, his abdomen was struck with a sharp pain.

His lower abdominal muscles felt like they had been hit by a sledgehammer.

His entire waist arched backward abruptly, his heels lifting off the ground first, followed by his toes.

Song Ren had kicked him more than three meters away, but an elder with a youthful complexion and white hair, who had been standing steady as a rock, placed a hand on his back and stopped him.

Song Ren retracted his leg and looked at Tong Peipei, who remained unmoved:

"Peipei-jie."

"Learn manners before you do anything else."

"Your boxer doesn't seem to understand that, so I'll teach him for you."

With that, he turned his head, his gaze lingering for a moment on the elder with the youthful complexion and white hair, before he indifferently withdrew it.

He pushed the door open and left.

Feijizai, recovering from his shock, didn't bother to apologize to Tong Peipei again. He hastily said sorry and quickly chased after Song Ren.

The foreigner was clutching his stomach, retching in pain. That kick was no joke; the only reason he hadn't coughed up blood was his robust muscle mass.

After a long while, the foreigner finally caught his breath, his face contorted in rage. The eagle totem on his left forehead seemed to spread its wings.

He kept roaring, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Du Youbang stood silently beside Tong Peipei, finding the scene quite amusing.

Meanwhile, Tong Peipei, who had been staring blankly at the door without reacting, suddenly suppressed the slight smile playing on her lips.

She grabbed the expensive bottle of foreign liquor on the table and violently swung it.

Bang!!!

The bottle shattered, and the bright red liquor, mixed with the foreigner's blood from his forehead, splattered everywhere.

"Shut up!!!"

A cold, almost emotionless reprimand came from Tong Peipei's lips, painted with blood-red lipstick.

For a moment, everyone, including Du Youbang who had been watching the spectacle, was stunned, except for the elder with the youthful complexion and white hair who had been by Tong Peipei's side the longest.