Yang Rufeng simply said, "Fine. Since you helped me, I'll tell you. Go straight to the organizers and tell them you want to work with them to make money."
"They'll have you sign an agreement. It only takes effect once you win thirty matches in a row. Otherwise, it automatically becomes void."
"So that's how it works. The organizers aren't all that crooked, then," Xu Tong said.
Yang Rufeng shook his head. "No. They just want to guarantee they'll make money, nothing more. That's why they don't need useless trash."
"Once you win thirty matches in a row, you can take the money and leave, or raise the stakes and go for fifty consecutive wins, or a hundred."
"At that point, you have to put down a deposit. But when it's time to haul in the net, you'll get a bigger share of the money too."
"Then why didn't you keep going?" Xu Tong asked. "With your skills, I think you could hold out a little longer without any trouble."
"There'd be plenty of trouble," he replied. "This October, twenty days from now, the City Lord will send his eldest disciple here to gain experience."
"Afraid you can't beat him?" Xu Tong asked.
Yang Rufeng smiled. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from killing him!"
"So you've got a grudge," Xu Tong remarked.
Yang Rufeng suddenly eyed him warily. "Who exactly are you? Why do you keep asking me about all this? What are you after?"
"I don't think working with the underground arena's organizers is your real concern at all. What exactly do you want?"
"I want to take you as my disciple," Xu Tong told him. "Unless I'm mistaken, you have the rare dark element Spiritual Power, right?"
"So what if I do?" Yang Rufeng