"One sentence: we settle victory and defeat in the ring."
He pointed at the vacant octagonal cage, his tone provocative. "Three challenge matches. If my men lose, then from this day forward, your rules are the rules. My Iron Blood Gang will never interfere here again."
"But if you lose, I take half of North Street."
As his words echoed, the guests grew interested.
Chen Junhao neither agreed nor disagreed. His eyes narrowed slightly as he naturally saw through the other party's plan.
He wanted to drag him in using underworld rules, then use three fights to determine the winner, leaving him no excuse to refuse.
If the mighty Hongyi Society did not even dare accept such a challenge, what would others think when word got out?
However...
"It's Ge Tao."
Zhou Qiang spoke in a low voice, his expression somewhat grim.
He recognized the identity of the man Liu Hong had sent out.
A veteran Combat Grade. Rumor had it that his Vitality was around thirty-five. Though there was no word of him mastering any martial skills, he was proficient in several beast-form fighting techniques.
He struck ruthlessly. He had once won fifteen consecutive underground matches and had personally crippled four Fighters of the same rank.
It was fair to say that he was famous and fiercely formidable.
Under normal circumstances, Zhou Qiang would not have worried about an opponent like this.
But...
He lowered his head and glanced at his left arm wrapped in bandages.
Waves of pain came from it, chilling Zhou Qiang's gaze as he prepared to enter the ring despite his injury.
"Brother Qiang, let me go."
However, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.
Zhou Qiang turned his head and saw a sturdy man from the Hongyi Society with a solemn expression.
As another