The Favored Heiress
Chapter 593: She Signed a Life and Death Pledge

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: She Signed a Life and Death Pledge

Underground Boxing Gym, located at the northwest corner of the market, the circular venue could accommodate up to ten thousand spectators.

Each match’s roaring cheers from the audience almost pierced the skies.

At this moment, it was half-past eight, and the atmosphere inside the gym was at its peak.

The previous match had just ended when the host suddenly took the stage to announce an additional Female Fist match.

At the same time, the big screen above the ring began to scroll two names.

Challenger: Li Qiao.

Defender: Dan Min.

In an instant, the stands erupted.

"Look, the good show is coming, someone is actually challenging Dan Min."

"Hurry, hurry, place your bets, we’re going to make a fortune again."

"Wait, who is Li Qiao? This name... sounds somewhat familiar?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit familiar to me too."

The name Li Qiao wasn’t well known in the border areas.

But when her nickname was mentioned, or her face seen, it was bound to cause quite a stir.

At the moment, the ring surrounded by wire mesh had been cleared.

Every seat in the house was taken.

Before the match began, the host announced loudly from below the stage, "Before the match starts, please place your brave bets, same old rule, a one to ten payout."

As he finished speaking, the spectators below began to operate their betting devices.

The amount in the prize pool doubled, and almost ninety-nine percent of the spectators bet on Dan Min to win.

In the three minutes of betting time, Dan Min’s prize pool had surged to forty million.

Those betting on Li Qiao were virtually nonexistent.

While the spectators were still focused on the changes in the prize pool, several VIP seats were suddenly added at the bottom of the ring.

Lead by Li San and Shang Yu, a group began to make their way from the backstage.

"Holy shit, is that... Third Master Li?"

"Look, look, Sister Nan is here too, she’s simply divine, those breasts, those legs..."

"Who’s that man beside Third Master Li? He looks very unfamiliar."

"Probably a client, I guess. Anyone who gets such treatment from Third Master Li must also be a big shot."

Soon, the betting window was about to close.

In the VIP seats closest to the ring, Li San and Shang Yu both picked up their betting devices and pressed them a few times.

Nan Xin and Luoyu likewise placed their bets without looking up or opening their eyes, and so did Wei Lang.

A few seconds later, the cacophony of the spectator seats gradually quieted down.

Because on the betting big screen, there was a drastic change in the amount in the prize pool.

The proportion betting on Dan Min’s victory had reached ninety-nine percent, and the total amount of the prize pool broke fifty million.

Someone had bet as much as twenty million; if Dan Min won, this person would leave with two hundred million from a single match.

The Underground Boxing Gym was all about the thrill of the heartbeat.

On the other hand, Li Qiao’s prize pool had suddenly soared in three seconds from a few thousand yuan to... one billion and ninety-nine hundred million.

The entire audience: "???"

Someone pointed at the screen and shouted, "Your betting devices have a bug."

"What’s going on, there shouldn’t be errors like this, check it out quickly."

Backstage staff were also momentarily panicked.

They frantically began to check the betting systems, only to conclude that it wasn’t a bug, it was real.

Five people had bet on Li Qiao to win.

The amounts they bet were: one billion, three hundred million, thirty million, thirty million, and thirty million.

Ever since the Underground Boxing Gym was established over a decade ago, there had never been such a high betting amount.

If Li Qiao lost, according to the odds, these five people... would have to pay out fourteen billion.

Damn, it was enough to go down in history.

The staff members excitedly imagined whether to use that fourteen billion to refurbish the gym or to build a new, more luxurious one.

...

After the betting channel closed, the host explained that the prize pool system was functioning normally.

Having soothed the live audience, he took the microphone and announced with fervor, "Now, please welcome the challenger, Li Qiao."

"Hmpf—"

Li Qiao hadn’t even stepped onto the ring when a disdainful huff came from the seats.

On this stage, Dan Min was almost the undefeated legend of women’s boxing matches.

Almost all the women who challenged her ended up with a bad fate.

In places where underground fights occurred, bloodshed was a common occurrence, and if not death, then at least injury; one could tell simply by looking at the barbed wires surrounding the ring.

Without a decisive winner, they wouldn’t let them out.

Accompanied by a chorus of mocking voices, a figure in a black T-shirt, sweatpants, and white sneakers slowly made her way onto the stage.

She was wearing a fisherman’s hat on her head, and under the spotlight, it cast a shadow, obscuring the view of her face.

The audience in the back rows looked up at the big screen broadcasting the event live and, upon seeing Li Qiao dressed like that, someone immediately shouted, "You wear a hat for a fight, are you ashamed to show your face?"

"Right, right, take off the hat, let us have a good look at you."

"Hahaha—"

Amidst these jeers and taunts, Li Qiao remained apathetic.

Li San and Shang Yu in the front row, however, cast sharp and grim glances towards the back.

The two magnates, with their similarly cold and stern demeanor, coupled with Third Master Li’s influence on the borderlands, quickly silenced the rowdy spectators.

Especially... the man in the black shirt, whose brooding gaze swept across as if it were tangible, spreading a chilling oppression throughout the venue.

The audience went quiet, and Li Qiao stood alone in the ring, hand in pocket, her eyelids half-closed, her expression indifferent.

Then, the host announced with an even more dramatic tone, "Next, let us welcome—Female Fist King Dan Min."

"Dan Min."

"Dan Min."

"Dan Min."

The whole crowd chanted Dan Min’s name in unison, their voices reaching the heavens.

This was indeed her stage and a symbol of her strength.

Sure enough, Dan Min soon appeared, still in her black tank top and cargo pants, striding onto the stage in military boots.

She was tall and muscular, looming over Li Qiao; just by looking at the physique, it was sheer domination.

Dan Min’s hands were already wrapped in bandages; she flexed her interlocked fingers, then lifted her lids, smiling but not quite smiling, "Li Qiao, signing the life-and-death agreement means fate is in your own hands, you understand, right?"

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, inaudible to the back rows, but crystal clear for those near the ring in the VIP seats.

At this moment, Li San’s face turned abruptly, and he looked at Nan Xin, "Since when did the Underground Boxing Gym start doing life-and-death agreements?"

Evidently, this was a rule he had never heard of.

Shang Yu’s eyes flared with complex emotions.

Nan Xin looked down at the messages on the phone, her expression somewhat perturbed, "I checked, and it started two years ago, any challenger to the Boxing King or Female Fist King has to sign the life-and-death agreement."

"Damn it!" Li San cursed under his breath, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Just a regular ring fight, even if Qiaoqiao lost, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

But she had actually signed a life-and-death agreement backstage, and if she couldn’t defeat Dan Min in this fight...

Li San’s breath hitched, he closed his eyes, not daring to think any further.

While Shang Yu, seated next to him, sat with his legs crossed, an elegant pose with an almost expressionless handsome face, said, "She will win."