"My lord, the young man in the middle arena with the red silk tied around his waist is also one of Prince Qi's men. His name is Pang Si," the servant said after taking a careful look.
"Pang Si?" Fang Zhen tapped lightly on his wheelchair's armrest. "What exactly is Prince Qi planning? Afraid Zheng Huai might lose, so he sent several more men?"
"This Pang Si is quite skilled as well. He excels at boxing and once killed a martial artist who had tempered his sinews, bones, and skin with a single punch. That is why his nickname is Pang One-Punch." The servant lowered his voice. "He may be the strongest among this batch."
"The strongest?" Fang Zhen stared at Pang One-Punch as he stepped onto the arena, speaking unhurriedly. "Keep a close eye on him. If he makes it to the finals, we cannot relax our surveillance."
Being a spy in peace was one thing, but if he wanted to assassinate Prince Dai, Fang Zhen could only step in and crush him to death. After all, that would exceed the tacit rules set within the Capital City's circle.
As they spoke, more people before the five arenas squeezed out of the crowd and surged toward the betting booths.
Fang Zhen watched for a while, then suddenly asked, "Can we still place bets now?"
The servant looked over and replied, "My lord, according to the rules, the twenty contestants may be bet on at any time after they have each displayed their skills on the arena, so long as the official matches have not begun."
Fang Zhen said flatly, "You know martial arts well. Draw up a list of five likely winners and place a hundred taels on them for me."
He refused to believe that Prince Dai and