J City.
Underground Boxing Arena.
This boxing arena was originally used for black market boxing matches, but later fell into disuse due to a crackdown by the state. Now it remains vacant, surrounded by iron chain cages, with a lone lamp casting a yellowish glow from above and scattered seats around.
At this moment, many people are sitting in these seats.
A burly, bald man sits with one leg crossed over the other, picking his nose with a disdainful expression on his face, smirking sardonically. This bald man fixes his cold stare on Sang Biao not far away and deliberately raises his voice a few decibels, harshly questioning, "Xiao Biao, it's not like I'm calling you out, but you're always up to these mysterious things. What did you gather everyone here for this time?"
"Heh heh, Crazy Bull, half a year ago you were calling me Master Biao. What? It's only been half a year and now you've changed your tune."
