When the vehicle reached the destination, Xiao Feng opened the car door and headed straight for the abandoned factory not far away.
After pushing the door open, the scene before him made Xiao Feng pause for a moment.
The inside of the factory had been completely renovated, nothing like the desolation seen from the outside, and even had a touch of luxury.
In the center of the factory stood a platform two meters off the ground, with a diameter of ten meters.
Xiao Feng realized it was an underground fight club, and the muscle-bound men on the sidelines were the best proof, though the person who had called him still hadn't shown up.
Moreover, since he entered, many people were giving him looks of schadenfreude, as if waiting to see a joke unfold.
Before he could think further, a voice on the broadcast echoed throughout the place: "Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome today's challenger, Xiao Feng!"
Applause surged like a tide, and whistles sounded one after another, resembling a fan meet.
At this moment, the spotlight on the ring suddenly lit up, revealing a burly man, nearly two meters tall, with glaring muscles, looking at Xiao Feng with disdain, clearly not taking him seriously.
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, but before he could agree or refuse, a tall woman with enchanting curves approached him.
The woman wore smoky makeup, exuding a distinct allure.
"Handsome, you might not know, but anyone who comes here for the first time, regardless of their profession, has to get on the ring for a fight. It's both a welcome and a friendly exchange of skills," the woman said coquettishly.
Xiao Feng smelled the fragrance at the tip of his nose but inwardly cursed, 'Damn, I fell for your trick.'
This was clearly prearranged by the woman who called him, thinly veiled as a friendly exchange of skills with a poorly crafted excuse.
"Be sure to give it your all later!" the woman said with a charming smile, blinking her big eyes, "I'll be cheering for you from below the stage."
"Did I say I was going up there?" Xiao Feng said unhappily.
The woman acted like she was very aggrieved: "But rules are rules, you don't want to see me punished by the boss, do you?"
The crowd below the ring immediately started booing, launching into taunts.
"This pretty boy looks like he can't take a hit."
"Come on, isn't this just too cowardly? A man should rather be beaten to death than scared to death."
"When you come to the fight club, you follow the fight club's rules, break the rules and get out, haha."
By then, Xiao Feng had been half pushed, half dragged to the ring by the woman's pleading as the atmosphere in the place once again rose to a fever pitch.
The nearly two-meter-tall man stepped forward, extended his hand to Xiao Feng: "I am Black Tiger. If you can beat me, this door will always be open for you, and everything will be on the house."
Xiao Feng saw the malice in Black Tiger's eyes and knew that once he extended his hand, he would definitely be met with greater force for an intimidating display, this much was obvious from the eager looks in the audience's eyes.
"There's no need for a handshake," Xiao Feng coolly declined Black Tiger's "hand of friendship."
The audience erupted in uproar, with various sarcastic remarks flying around, each person showing a look of disappointment.
They had all suffered similar pranks before, so whenever a newcomer came, it was particularly satisfying to see them make a fool of themselves, but such outright refusal as Xiao Feng's, was not common.
"Do you think that newcomer might be a master?" someone in the crowd asked.
Their nearby companion laughed dismissively: "An expert? Have you ever seen an expert who doesn't dare to shake hands?"
"But if he's not a master, then why pair him against Black Tiger?"
Silence fell instantly among the crowd, and everyone felt something was off.
In their eyes, Black Tiger doesn't take action easily, but when he does, there's no suspense, he shouldn't be facing just any newcomer.
With this in mind, many began whispering, speculating about Xiao Feng's background.
Black Tiger on the ring had a flash of anger in his eyes but masked it well, calmly retracting his hand as he walked to the other end of the ring.
He had already decided that once the contest started, he would ensure Xiao Feng was thoroughly embarrassed, this is the price for not saving his face!
Soon, the match was announced to start, and in the second-floor booth, Han Lengyue and the butler were watching the screen in front of them, completely focused.
However, in the next moment, Xiao Feng straight up raised his hand: "I concede!"
The instant those three words appeared, the entire fight club fell into dead silence, no one expected Xiao Feng to concede directly.
After the silence, there was a burst of laughter, someone mocked: "This guy is smart, just look at his build, I bet he couldn't even take one punch from Black Tiger, pretty self-aware."
Xiao Feng's expression remained unchanged, ignoring the mockery around him.
From the moment he got the call, he had been led by the nose, and now being forcibly dragged onto the ring, it was something he couldn't stand.
A moment later, Xiao Feng gave an evil smile and said: "The little hussy who called me, still not coming out yet?"
"Miss, this…" the butler gaped, this outcome was utterly unexpected.
Han Lengyue, however, smiled with even more interest, adding a bit more certainty to her perception of Xiao Feng from Yan Huang.
"Let's go, if we don't show up now, it might backfire," said Han Lengyue as she got up and walked out of the booth door.
"Mr. Xiao, sorry for not welcoming you properly," said Han Lengyue as she walked downstairs with a smile, though the smile seemed rather perfunctory.
The audience turned towards the voice, collectively gasping as their gaze fixated on Han Lengyue's face, unable to look away.
Xiao Feng raised an eyebrow, somewhat impressed by Han Lengyue's appearance, but thinking of what had happened earlier, he replied grumpily: "Now, care to tell me who you are?"
"Defeat Black Tiger, and I'll naturally tell you who I am," Han Lengyue said nonchalantly.
Xiao Feng's eyes turned cold, then he suddenly leaped off the ring, swiftly approaching Han Lengyue, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
Han Lengyue was stunned, she hadn't expected Xiao Feng to come over directly.
At this point, the two were pressed tightly together, the distance was incredibly close, it was the first time Han Lengyue had such close contact with a man.
"Miss!" Black Tiger shouted angrily from the ring, immediately rushing down with his fist swinging toward the back of Xiao Feng's head.
The audience instantly exploded in excitement, if that punch landed, his brains might get battered out.
Thinking of the tragic end of Black Tiger's previous opponents, everyone doubted Xiao Feng's outcome would be any better.