Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 84 Boxing Ring (Massive Update - 3)

Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Boxing Ring (Massive Update Chapter 3)

"The time hasn’t even arrived yet, and you’re already boasting like that. Do you think your Brother Ye is so formidable that everyone fears him? You’re really a frog in the well, not afraid of being laughed at," Scar Face, who had been with Brother Long the longest, retorted rudely, adding a derisive eye roll.

The person who initially spoke up to pick a quarrel tried to say something again but was stopped by Brother Ye with a hand gesture, "It seems you have great confidence in this person, yes? I just wonder if his strength can match your trust," Brother Ye spoke slowly while turning the ring on his thumb, the scarred eyes reflecting an inexplicable fierceness, making people shiver just by meeting his gaze.

"We’ll see. He’ll show you what true power means," Brother Long stroked his bearded chin, speaking with a cheerful tone, but the fierce light in his eyes wasn’t any weaker than Brother Ye’s.

Their gazes collided, the air seemed to be filled with a thick scent of gunpowder, with a faint crackling of electricity, and at that moment, Xu Ke made his striking entrance.

Because his underground fighting activities must remain unnoticed, he was dressed in a signature black long-sleeve shirt and black pants, wearing a black mask that covered most of his face, and a black baseball cap that cast a shadow hiding his eyes completely. The crowd could only see a man dressed in black, as if emerging from the night itself, walking amid the scrutinizing gazes to stand beside Brother Long.

"Is this the formidable boxer Ju Feng you mentioned? Hiding like a rat in the gutter, never mind Ju Feng, doesn’t even amount to the Black Whirlwind Li Kui," the man with shoulder-length hair laughed at Xu Ke’s attire and rather frail physique upon seeing him.

A boxer without a strong build, what kind of fight could he put up? The people brought by Brother Ye could already imagine Xu Ke getting utterly thrashed.

"Fuck, who the hell are you talking to like that? Looking for a fight?" Scar Face shouted loudly. If Brother Long wasn’t holding him back, he would have already charged forward.

"I’m scared of you? Come on then," the man with shoulder-length hair shouted back defiantly, but he too was held back by Brother Ye. Yet, this didn’t stop both sides from using glares and curses to battle each other, making the atmosphere tense as if filled with gunpowder. At that very moment, a roar that seemed to tear the sky halted all voices abruptly.

Both sides turned to look at the source, suddenly shocked. The man with long hair who had first spoken provocatively now had his mouth wide open, his tongue hanging out, saliva trailing down following the direction of his tongue.

The extent of the injury wasn’t surprising, what truly shocked them was the man dressed in black who had been quietly standing near Brother Long’s side, almost allowing them to overlook his presence, had somehow appeared in Brother Ye’s camp. He was now standing quietly beside Brother Ye, calmly wiping his fingers after having dislocated someone’s jaw.

Brother Ye, who had always been exceptionally composed, suddenly had constricted pupils.

He had no idea when this man approached him. If it wasn’t the long-haired man’s jaw that was dislocated just now, but his head... Thinking of this, Brother Ye gasped, watching Xu Ke with unprecedented wariness, surpassing even that towards Brother Long.

In the silent gaze of both sides, Xu Ke calmly finished wiping his fingers and directly threw the used tissue onto Brother Ye, the act more humiliating than the long-haired man’s earlier mockery of him, also reigniting the fury of Brother Ye’s men who had just quieted down moments ago. Yet, this time they were stopped by Brother Ye.

From his entrance to now, Xu Ke hadn’t uttered a single word, but the impact he brought was undeniable.

The shadow looming over everyone due to Brother Ye’s previous provocations was effortlessly dispelled by a few simple actions from Xu Ke, and Brother Long showed him a grateful smile.

"Didn’t expect such a fighter in Brother Long’s place. Why haven’t I heard of him in your venue before? Care to share where he excels?" Brother Ye asked with a smile, seeming not to care about Xu Ke’s earlier provocation, but in reality, his hand behind him had already formed a fist, having decided in his heart that regardless of the outcome, if this person couldn’t be used for his own purposes, then he couldn’t be allowed to remain.

"Why is Brother Ye asking? Are you planning to poach my man? But this brother of mine indeed has a rather high value; I’m afraid you can’t afford him," Brother Long replied with a smile.

"Oh? How would you know I can’t afford him if you don’t tell?" Brother Ye refocused his gaze on Xu Ke, his eyes dark and void of emotion.

Under Brother Ye’s and everyone’s gaze, Xu Ke finally lifted his head to look at Brother Ye, saying with a calmness that betrayed no emotion, "You indeed can’t afford me."

Xu Ke’s response perfectly exemplified what it meant to be calm yet hurtful.

Brother Ye’s smile froze on his face due to Xu Ke’s words, making him appear somewhat ridiculous, "Such arrogance, I wonder how your skills match that. It’s about time; let’s enter the ring," Brother Ye snorted coldly, completely wiping the smile off his face, even casting a gaze filled with unmistakable killing intent toward Xu Ke.

The face lost by Brother Long over the past few days was largely recovered by Xu Ke, and with Xu Ke’s agreement to fight for him today, he had gained a backbone, not even getting angry even as Brother Ye took the lead in his venue, instead following cheerfully behind, with occasional flashes of fierce light in his eyes warning others not to mess with him.

Xu Ke was walking leisurely beside Brother Long, a disrespectful posture, yet at this moment, no one criticized Xu Ke’s behavior. The group passed through a long, dark tunnel, and as soon as they stepped into the boxing ring, a series of roars and howls greeted them, vibrating through everyone’s eardrums, the primal cries setting nerves ablaze, gradually boiling their blood.

Brother Long’s boxing ring was designed like an ancient Roman arena, with a circular stage in the middle and spectators seated in tiered stands, watching intently the primitive and wild performance where flesh and blood commanded the show below them.

"The fighter in Brother Long’s place seems not up to the mark, Hornet, go show them what real boxing is," Brother Ye said with a half-smile as he glanced at the arena and then turned to speak to the muscle-bound man beside him.

The big man, hearing Brother Ye’s command, took off his shirt and walked toward the fighters’ exclusive passage, heading toward the center of the ring.

"Brother Long, don’t blame me for taking the initiative," watching his subordinate head toward the arena, Brother Ye turned his face filled with feigned surprise toward Brother Long, speaking insincerely.