"Not bad."
Chen Mang walked up to the woman with a smile, lifted her chin, and whispered, "It's a pity you won't join. It would be more fun with you there."
"I must remind you of one thing."
The woman replied coldly, "Your 'Free Coupon' has expired. Now I can refuse you."
"Will you refuse?"
He tucked the woman's hair behind her ear.
At his words, a flash of panic crossed the woman's eyes as she avoided Chen Mang's gaze. "The black boxing matches are being held on the rooftop. That 'Devil's Arms' in Ziyang City is waiting for you. Win the match first."
"Of course."
...
On the rooftop.
The night wind howled.
Zhang Yi stood on the ring, burping. Opposite him was a burly man whose arms were thicker than Zhang Yi's thighs, although he was shorter than Zhang Yi by a head.
