Ye Chen clearly felt that his strength was recovering far too slowly, yet he could not pinpoint the exact reason. Thus, he could only bite the bullet and continue regulating his own energy, striving to restore his combat power to its peak as soon as possible.
Not long afterward, the old man Daigman emerged from the bedroom and greeted Ye Chen with a good morning.
Ye Chen pondered to himself. If he wanted to recover more fully and quickly, simply meditating all day would not be enough—he still needed to move his body appropriately. So, he asked Daigman:
"Mr. Daigman, is there any work in Sin City that involves fighting? Say, places like gladiatorial arenas or ring matches, where you can win money through combat?"
Daigman was slightly taken aback by Ye Chen's question. After thinking for a moment, he replied hesitantly:
"Uh, as far as I know, there is indeed an underground boxing venue on one of the streets in the Central District. But that place is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, gangs run rampant, and the environment is chaotic. Even people getting beaten to death there wouldn't be anything unusual..."
Ye Chen nodded with a satisfied expression.
"Good. That's exactly what I'm looking for."
At those words, Daigman immediately grew tense.
"Th-this... Ye Chen, I really wouldn't advise you to do that. A place like that is simply too chaotic and dangerous. If you're risking your life purely for money, it really isn't worth it!"
Without changing expression, Ye Chen added:
"It's fine. I just want to get some exercise, that's all. No need to worry. So, when are you free to take me there?"
Daigman sighed softly, conceding, before answering:
"Ah, their earliest matches won't begin until the afternoon. I still have to work at