Being surrounded by a roaring crowd while flashing lights blurred through the underground arena was overwhelmingly stimulating.
The screams. The cheers. The violent adrenaline flooding the air as people shouted for the fighters in the ring to destroy each other, Lin Wenzhi could not deny that this world suited him disturbingly well.
The smell of sweat, blood, alcohol, and cigarette smoke clung heavily to the air while the crowd roared louder with every hit exchanged inside the boxing ring.
Across from him stood a bald, heavily tattooed man nearly twice his size.
Judging from the tattoos stretching across his arms and neck, he probably belonged to one of the downtown gangs.
The two moved quickly around each other, sweat slicking across their skin.
Several damp strands of Wenzhi's dark hair clung to his forehead while he dodged another punch.
The larger man laughed mockingly. "You can't hit me, pretty face. You can't—"
Wenzhi frowned and punched him straight across the nose.
