Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 610 288: The Boss's Kindness Can Never Be Repaid

Wu Chang withdrew from the scene of resentment, his gaze directed at the spot where the crimson resentment was scattered.

The owner of the resentment not only wanted Kent dead but also specified the manner of his death. He enjoyed this unique vengeful desire of the Abyss Players.

If the obsession before your death isn't strong, then who will compensate me for the Blood-Colored Will I lack?

While he was observing the surrounding resentment, the punk-haired guy had already completed the gang registration and fight application for him.

The punk-haired guy came back holding a ribbon with "D44" written on it. Wu Chang took the ribbon and, mimicking the actions of the other fighters, hung it vertically on his belt.

The punk-haired guy said excitedly:

"Big guy, you're in luck. As a new fighter like yourself, you'd originally have to start from the basic matches. But today, the scarred focus fighter had an accident, attacked by some unknown reckless kid. I heard he got seriously injured, and his car and cash were all taken away."

"Someone needs to fill Scar's spot, and seeing how you look like you can really fight, they've arranged for you to enter the focus match."

Wu Chang tried hard to keep a straight face, holding back his laughter.

No need to guess, the reckless kid who attacked Scar must be one of the Players.

Great minds think alike. Among the Independent Players, there were always smart people who quickly discovered the overlap between robbery and not breaking the law, specifically targeting underworld members.

In this world, the higher the status, the more face one needs to save, and it's impossible for them to proactively report to the police.

The punk-haired guy looked around and suddenly found his target. He patted Wu Chang on the arm and signaled with his eyes:

"Do you see him? That's your opponent today, Gray Wolf. He has a record of seven wins and three losses, a violent fighting style, either KO'ing others or getting KO'd himself. He's the gatekeeper for the focus match fighters. Do you have the confidence to beat him?"

Wu Chang didn't answer but instead asked, "How much money do you have now?"

The punk-haired guy was stunned for a moment, then took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket, with the largest denomination being two 20 Federation Coins, totaling less than a hundred.

Wu Chang frowned and said, "Go borrow, borrow as much as you can, get a high-interest loan, and if you can't, mortgage your organs. Anyway, you need to gather at least ten thousand Federation Coins and bet it all on me."

The punk-haired guy: "Huh?"

Although they at White Old K always did things excessively and without mercy, instructing someone to mortgage their organs to borrow money was the first he'd ever heard of it.

No, buddy, why are you mortgaging my organs for the money you want?

The punk-haired guy glanced at Wu Chang's fists, which were as big as sandbags, moved his lips a few times, and didn't dare refuse.

"Aren't we playing a bit too big? How about betting a little less for the first round?"

Wu Chang: "How much less?"

The punk-haired guy: "100 Federation Coins?"

Wu Chang answered in a gentle tone, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll use your organs to take out a loan."

The punk-haired guy immediately shut his mouth, showing a compliant expression.

Wu Chang shook his head and said, "It's not like you're using your money for nothing. After it's done, profits will be split 95 to 5.";

The punk-haired guy was overjoyed to hear he could get five; he didn't think Wu Chang would lose to Gray Wolf. While others didn't know Wu Chang's background, it was like picking up money for free.

He was just about to go draw lots when he suddenly felt something was off and questioned, "Ninety-five to five doesn't seem to add up to ten, does it?"

Wu Chang said as if it was obvious, "I take ninety-five and you take five."

The punk-haired guy clenched his fists hard, but when he looked up and met Wu Chang's kind gaze, he immediately calmed down.

Fine, ninety-five to five is five.

Half an hour later, a man standing six feet two inches tall and weighing over four hundred and twenty pounds grabbed his opponent by the neck, lifted him high, and slammed him onto a car rim marking the ring, eliciting fierce cheers and whistles from the audience.

With the man raising his arms triumphantly, taking the one thousand Federation Coins appearance fee handed to him by the referee, the warm-up to the boxing match ended, officially entering the focus match phase.

During the interval when the loser of the previous match was dragged off, the punk-haired guy hurried back. He had a shabby backpack hanging from his chest and, when he reached Wu Chang, discreetly opened the zipper to reveal rolls of Federation Coins tied into small cylinders with rubber bands.

"A total of twenty-five thousand Federation Coins, big guy. I mortgaged my mother's house to get this loan. If you lose, my mom will definitely kill me."

Wu Chang asked, "Didn't you mortgage an organ?"

"No!" the punk-haired guy shook his head vigorously, puzzled as to why this guy kept dwelling on his organs.

Wu Chang smirked, "You'll regret it."

Before the match began, the boxing match host entered the ring to hype up the crowd and announced that due to Scar's injury, a newcomer fighter would substitute for the first focus match.

Upon hearing this announcement, harsh boos erupted from the audience.

They had come specifically for the focus match, and having a newcomer replace Scar seemed too dismissive.

The host, knowing it was unfair, could only brace himself and say, "Don't underestimate this newcomer, his name is..."

While the host was checking the newcomer's name, Wu Chang stepped onto the ring using the car rim, grabbed the microphone from the host, and told the audience:

"My name is Peace."

With Wu Chang's appearance, the boos subsided by eighty percent, as a single thought rose simultaneously in everyone's minds.

How is this newcomer so huge?

In the White Old K arena where muscle culture and the rule of the strong prevailed, Wu Chang's physique was extremely eye-catching and worthy of respect.

Maybe, this guy really has the strength for a focus match.

While the audience's voice of doubt diminished, acknowledging the newcomer's abilities, most still showed regret and schadenfreude in their eyes.

If this big guy had started the rookie matches, he would surely have swept through them, achieving an impressive winning streak.

Unfortunately, he's up against Gray Wolf, an experienced fighter whose record doesn't reflect his true strength. The big guy is destined to get a lesson from Gray Wolf.