The Favored Heiress
Chapter 597: Li Qiao Enjoys the Show

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Li Qiao Enjoys the Show

He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into the manager’s face, his expression clearly impatient, "Tell Dan Ying to hurry up. He’s not even sixty yet; how can he be so slow in handling matters?"

Manager: "..."

I get it, you don’t want to leave tonight.

More than half of the bouncers outside the venue were high-level fighters trained by the boxing gym.

On Li Qiao’s side, there were only seven or eight people.

The underground venue was already far from the bustling district, and the ring fights inside continued.

There weren’t many pedestrians in this area, and those who occasionally passed by would turn around and leave immediately upon seeing the scene, not daring to stay.

The situation resembled a negotiation, yet also felt like a standoff before a clash.

After a moment, Li Qiao raised her eyes to scan the surroundings, leaned on Shang Yu’s shoulder, and whispered, "Put me down, please."

The man lowered his gaze to look at her, his stern expression making it difficult to guess his thoughts.

After three seconds of eye contact, Shang Yu compromised and bent down to set her down.

Li Qiao took a few steps on the spot, letting out a small sigh of relief.

She pinched her sore arm and turned her head to look at Li San, "When will they arrive?"

Nan Xin, pushing the wheelchair, came over and answered smoothly, "They should be here soon."

Li Qiao ignored the obstructive wheelchair, squinted, and observed the surroundings, silently calculating how big their chance of victory would be if they started fighting now.

As she was thinking, a figure emerged from the main entrance of the venue behind her, accompanied by four bodyguards.

He wore a training suit, with graying temples, and stood over six feet tall. Although aged, his posture was still upright, and every movement carried an air of lethality.

Dan Ying, the ruler of the South Border Underground Market.

He had arrived at the boxing gym very early but had not appeared right away because he had gone backstage to check on Dan Min’s injuries.

Dan Ying ruled over South Border, and Dan Min was his only daughter.

Now with her severely injured and her sight in jeopardy, he was determined to take Li Qiao’s life himself.

Upon seeing him, the boxing gym manager immediately ran over to report the situation.

Hearing this, Dan Ying waved his hand for him to step back, squinting as he sized up Li Qiao and her companions, his gaze slowly settling on Li San.

"Third Master Li, it’s been a long time," said Dan Ying with a mockingly pleasant greeting, though his ruthless eyes were fixed on Li Qiao.

At that moment, Li San held a cigarette in his hand, the faint white smoke creating an almost sinister aura around him, "Boss Dan, regarding tonight’s affair, how would you like to resolve it?"

Dan Ying stepped near the thugs, stood with his hands behind his back, "Leave Li Qiao behind, and the rest of you can go."

"Tsk," Li San snorted coldly, flicking his cigarette butt away, "Boss Dan, have you gotten old and slept too much that you like to daydream?"

Dan Ying lowered his gaze, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly, "Since it’s like this, then I have no choice but... to have you ’stay as guests.’

As he spoke, he lifted his eyelids, unexpectedly catching sight of the man across from him in a black shirt, leisurely rolling up his sleeves. Despite the chaos, his actions were unaffected, even carrying a sense of elegance and distinction uncommon to men from the border region.

Dan Ying didn’t recognize Shang Yu, but having operated in conflict zones for years, he knew some people were inherently not to be trifled with on sight. It was an acute instinct for danger.

Even so, he was resolute not to back down.

With a slight step back, Dan Ying raised his right arm and waved softly forward, "Catch Li Qiao alive for me."

With the command, dozens of henchmen swarmed forward.

Immediately, the scene became utterly chaotic, dust and noise abounded, and shouts nearly tore through the sky.

In the borderlands, brawls and violent clashes were long since not a rarity.

Even though the underground market was relatively stable, brawls outside the boxing gym were common.

In such places, fists were the final say, and whoever had the harder fists had the voice.

At that moment, Wei Lang, Nan Xin, Luoyu, and others were quickly meeting the attack head-on.

Shang Yu was still standing by Li Qiao’s side. A few seconds later, the man looked over the shadowy crowd towards Dan Ying, his thin lips slightly parted, then turned his gaze to Li San with a voice cold and sharp, "How sure are you that we can take down South Border?"

Li San looked back at him, licked his cheek, and said wildly, "Ninety percent."

"That’s enough," Shang Yu said with grim eyes and in two words, then strode forward.

Li Qiao watched his figure with a slight start and just as she was about to follow, Li San grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, "Sit tight for me, Ah Chang, keep an eye on her."

"Yes, Third Master Li."

Li Qiao looked at Ah Chang without uttering a word, only to see him push the wheelchair over, "Miss Qi, please sit."

Alright then.

Even injured, Li Qiao was no pushover.

But with Shang Yu already making his move, barging in recklessly could distract him.

Li Qiao, feeling helpless, wiped her face, kicked the front wheel of the wheelchair, then sat down with a huff and began to watch the excitement.

How to put it, she had fought alongside Shang Yu before and had a certain understanding of his abilities.

But at that moment, Li Qiao felt she had been too hasty.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, she watched with her own eyes as Shang Yu lifted his leg and kicked a fighter over.

The strength of that kick was not to be underestimated; the fighter was knocked to the ground and couldn’t get up for a half a minute.

Then, several more people rushed towards Shang Yu in an attempt to attack her.

The man swiftly grabbed the opponent’s wrist and slammed a fierce punch into their side waist, and the fighter fell to the ground.

Normally, with the opponent having the advantage of numbers, this would have been an advantage.

But the nearly hundred-strong crowd couldn’t break through their defense. The fight had lasted for five minutes, with a few fighters trying to take advantage of the chaos to abduct Li Qiao, but they were all knocked down by Shang Yu with punches and kicks.

Dan Ying stood at the back of the fighters, and in just five minutes, he clenched his fists.

Exactly what was the background of that man?

One move was all it took to take down a fighter that the boxing gym had carefully trained.

Looking at Li San and the others, they needed at least three moves to manage the same.

Within the battle circle, Shang Yu was like an unstoppable lone wolf, his utterly dark figure weaving through a group of fighters.

His shirt stained with dust, his broken hair chaotically fluttering in front of his eyes, his fists as hard as iron, and the surrounding filled with the sound of wailing and the thuds of fist on flesh.

He couldn’t be stopped, no one could stop him.

With his powerful explosive power and agile movements, it wasn’t just about beating him, you couldn’t even touch his clothes.

After ten minutes, the fighters on the other side were sprawled on the ground.

Seeing this, Li Qiao finally noticed something unusual.

All the fighters that Shang Yu had attacked had injuries in the exact same spot as hers... all on the left side of the waist.

Although Li San and the others were also fast, compared to a furious Shang Yu, they were still slightly inferior.

Li Qiao’s expression changed subtly, and she had a preliminary guess in her mind.

She leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair to stand up and began walking forward.

Ah Chang’s heart tightened and he hurriedly called out after her, "Miss Qi, you..."