Late at night, the brightly lit streets of Shen Jiang contrasted sharply with the scattered stars in the sky.
The famous Qin Tai Hotel stood in the middle of the night. Most people didn't know that there was a third floor under the hotel's two-story underground parking lot. Of course, the third floor wasn't a parking lot, but a miniature indoor arena that imitated the ancient Roman Colosseum.
The ring-shaped seats were enough to accommodate thousands of people at the same time. It wasn't easy to accommodate such a large number of guests in such a space. After all, other than the spectator stands, there was also a fighter's lounge, a fighter's passageway, a special betting platform for underground fights, and so on …
The match that was originally scheduled for tonight was canceled, but Guan Peng still came to the arena that he had painstakingly built and sat down quietly. Everything here belonged to him. In this place, he was the underground emperor who could get whatever he wanted. No one dared to go against his will, and no one dared to go against his orders. He said that whoever didn't live past this night wouldn't be able to see the sun rise tomorrow morning.
Guan Peng had the best underground fighters in the country. These people were different from those who focused on Qi cultivation. They focused on pure martial strength. For example, they focused on cultivation to ensure that their strength was balanced in all aspects. It was like the Strength of Demacia or Ironman in LOL. Underground fighters focused on martial strength. It was like the Dark-Born Sword Demon or the Peerless Sword Concubine.
Although this analogy wasn't very appropriate, it was more or less the same. Therefore, because underground boxers did not cultivate Qi, they would not be looked down upon by cultivators of the ancient martial arts. This was the reason why underground boxers would not be able to make a name for themselves in the underground world.
After all, to a certain extent, underground fighters weren't suitable for battles without restrictions and rules. Their weapons were their fists. They didn't have hidden weapons, swords, daggers, or even pistols.
The experts that appeared in the underground world these years, whether it was the Three Kings or the Seven Kings, were all people who cultivated both the ancient martial arts and the state of mind. Therefore, underground fighters were slowly ignored. No one was even willing to admit that they were experts. They were only seen as a group of clowns.
Of course, this situation was indeed because some clowns had deeply imprinted this idea in the eyes of the underground world's experts. Therefore, even those third-rate masters who were no match for underground boxers began to look down on the strength of underground boxers.
Guan Peng had been in charge of the underground world for all these years, but no one had ever mentioned his name in the same breath as the three kings of the underground world. No, not even the seven kings of the underground world had ever been mentioned in the same breath. Quite a number of people would only hear his name once or twice by chance, and then they would quickly forget it.
However, Guan Peng had never given up on being an underground boxer. He believed that sooner or later, their group would be recognized by the people of the underground world. They would be recognized by those who believed that cultivating the state of mind was the most important thing! Those who trained their muscles and bones were also not to be underestimated!
Finally, the appointed time arrived.
A burly man with short hair knocked on the door and entered. He said in a low voice, "Second Brother, Miss Ye is here."
"Then hurry up and invite him in." Guan Peng came back to his senses and put out the cigar in his hand in the ashtray.
Ye Fala's voice came from behind the burly man with short hair. She walked straight towards Guan Peng, "Second Brother, long time no see."
Guan Peng, who was thirty-eight years old, looked like he was in his early thirties. He was the second child in his family, and he respected Martial Saint Guan Yunchang very much. The tattoo on his back of the beautiful bearded Duke riding a white horse and angrily raising the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade to behead Yan Liang was enough proof.
Therefore, he liked others to call him Second Brother. No matter if it was someone older or younger than him, as long as they understood him a little, they would respectfully call him Second Brother. At this time, Guan Peng would always feel a little proud and arrogant. That kind of feeling was as if he had really become Guan Yu.
"Ye 'zi, long time no see indeed." Guan Peng faintly smiled, "I've also heard a little about your matter. I really didn't expect you to come out so quickly. Hehe, your relationship is quite strong. In the future, if I have something that I can't handle, I hope you won't just stand by and watch. "
"Second Brother is joking. If it's something that even Second Brother can't handle, what virtue and ability can this little girl have?" Ye Fala faintly smiled, "Second Brother, let's not talk so much, right? I'll be frank. "
Guan Peng's face didn't have the slightest change in emotion. He faintly said, "Don't worry, we can talk slowly. It's still early, isn't it?"
For the underground fights that would only start late at night every day, it was indeed very early. However, for normal people, 12 o 'clock was already considered not early. However, this was other people's territory, so Ye Fala couldn't say anything. She smiled and didn't say anything. She wanted to hear what Guan Peng wanted to do.
"How is it? Do you think my place is not bad?" Guan Peng pointed at his miniature version of the "Roman Colosseum" and said proudly.
Ye Fala nodded, still smiling but didn't say anything.
"I know that all these years, you people who cultivate the mind have always looked down on us underground fighters. However, I still have to say that the underground fighters under me are definitely not weaker than those so-called experts of yours. "Guan Peng said," Sooner or later, I will let you all know that underground fighters are not to be trifled with. "
"Second Brother, I have never meant to look down on underground fighters." Ye Fala said, "Those who look down on you all are people who have no vision. Don't you think so? I have always respected you all. There is no lack of experts among the underground fighters. "
Hearing Ye Fala speak so well, Guan Peng felt a burst of joy in his heart. However, he changed the topic, "Ye Fala, anyone can say beautiful words. Do you really think so? "
"Of course." Ye Fala spoke the truth.
"Then why do you always reject me?" Guan Peng's expression became serious, "In fact, you only say that. However, in the true sense, you still have a prejudice against my identity. You think that an underground fighter is not worthy of you. Is that right? "
Ye Fala helplessly sighed, "Second Brother, I remember that I told you a long time ago that matters of the heart shouldn't be talked about like this. I didn't accept you not because you are an underground fighter, but because of my feelings. "
"I remember what you said at that time. You said that as long as you have feelings, even if it is an ordinary person, you will love them without hesitation." Guan Peng said affectionately.
"Yes. I did say that. "Ye Fala said.
Guan Peng's face sank, "But in the end, you are still entangled with an underground world expert who cultivates the mind … To put it bluntly, you definitely won't fall for an ordinary person. Your choice is still an expert who cultivates the mind! Am I right? "
"This has nothing to do with that!" Ye Fala's voice also became unyielding, "Second Brother, I didn't come to see you today to talk to you about this. I just want to ask you one thing. Were you the one who arranged for the explosion in my hotel?! "
Guan Peng's gaze met Ye Fala's, but he didn't open his mouth to speak.
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