The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 108 Willing to Gamble and Accept Loss_1

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 Willing to Gamble and Accept Loss_1

Just now on the boxing meeting stage, many martial artists including Liao Zhenting fought in turns, while Ning Fan sat quietly in the stands watching.

Frankly speaking, he was quite disappointed with the strength of these martial artists.

Even compared to the antique of three days ago, they were far inferior.

But this Mr. Yan who had just walked in was much stronger than those on the stage!

"Brother-in-law, should we really be here? This place seems a bit dangerous..."

At this moment, Ma Li gently tugged at Ning Fan’s sleeve and whispered.

Before Ning Fan could respond, David feigned nonchalance and said, "Don’t be scared, Ma Li, nothing will happen. And even if something does, I’ll protect you. After all, I am the vice president of the school’s Taekwondo Association!"

David’s comment drew sneers from a few burly men nearby.

Vice president of the Taekwondo Association? What kind of bullshit is that?

However, the occurrence on the stage was more captivating, so no one paid them any mind.

Yan Hu slowly stepped onto the stage and introduced himself, "My name is Yan Hu."

Representing Baldy Qiang, Liao Zhenting also stepped forward, unwilling to show weakness, "Master Yan, my name is Liao Zhenting, from Liao’s Martial Arts School in the provincial city..."

"Save it, I’m not interested in who you are. Let’s start fighting."

Unexpectedly, Yan Hu rudely interrupted Liao Zhenting.

"Hmph, Master Yan, since you are so rude, taste the power of my Liao Family Fist first!"

Liao Zhenting snorted coldly, took an arrow step forward, his body lowered, and he threw both fists simultaneously aiming directly at Yan Hu’s vital chest area.

Bang bang!

The next second, there were two muffled sounds.

Yan Hu didn’t dodge or evade. He just stood there, letting Liao Zhenting’s fists hit him.

"Done."

Liao Zhenting, with inner strength in both his solid fists, thought he had an easy victory as he connected.

But he suddenly heard a mocking voice from in front of him, "Your fists are weak and feeble, like a woman’s."

Looking up, it was Yan Hu.

A sense of dread filled Liao Zhenting’s heart, and he moved to retreat.

"You think you can hit me and walk away?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Hu let out a cold laugh, stepped forward and followed up with a punch aimed at Liao Zhenting.

Liao Zhenting only managed to block with his arms in front of his face.

Bang!

With one punch, Liao Zhenting’s face turned pale. He was forced back three steps, his arms aching as if they were about to break.

Bang!

Yan Hu, relentless, pressed forward and landed another punch on Liao Zhenting’s chest. Liao Zhenting retreated another three steps, his face instantly turning from pale to blood red.

Bang!

Yan Hu advanced yet another step, his third punch connecting with Liao Zhenting’s face.

Liao Zhenting was sent flying out of the ring, landing hard on the ground in front of Baldy Qiang.

Spurt—

Just as he tried to pick himself up, fresh blood sprayed out of his mouth.

His color turned from blood red to a paper-like white.

His entire body was trembling uncontrollably, unable to even stand.

"You lost."

Yan Hu stood at the edge of the stage, stating coldly.

"Hahaha! Baldy Qiang! You’ve lost! Hand over everything now!"

"Baldy Qiang, hurry up, hand over all your men. From now on, there’s no place for you in River City!"

Xiong Da and Xiong Er burst into laughter, extremely pleased with themselves.

"I’m sorry, I’ve lost."

Lying on the ground in despair, Liao Zhenting spat out blood and struggled to address Baldy Qiang.

Baldy Qiang felt his heart sink to the bottom, his face looking worse than if he had eaten shit.

He had thought Liao Zhenting could win, or at least draw.

Who would have expected such a clean defeat with just three punches?

He now deeply regretted why he agreed to wager all his territory against Xiong Da and Xiong Er.

The other underground bosses present were also profoundly shocked by Yan Hu’s strength.

At the same time, they felt some pity for Baldy Qiang.

After all, just a minute ago, Baldy Qiang was much like them, an underground boss. But a minute later, having lost all his turf, Baldy Qiang no longer qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as them.

Why did he bet so much with Xiong Da and Xiong Er?

"Master Xu, there’s never been a precedent in the history of the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting to wager all territory. Please uphold justice!"

In despair, Baldy Qiang turned to Xu Qingfeng sitting in the center, pleading.

"The bet is the bet."

After a long silence, Xu Qingfeng declared in a deep voice.

As the host of the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting, Xu Qingfeng had to uphold the rules of the meeting; this was also a way to maintain the influence of the Xu Family.

Anyone who violated the rules of the Ghost Festival Boxing Meeting, the Xu Family, as the hosts, were obliged to lead everyone in a concerted attack against the offender.

Seeing Xu Qingfeng’s stance, Baldy Qiang plunged into utter despair, collapsing weakly in his chair.

The other bosses shook their heads, no longer cared about Baldy Qiang, and instead envied Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and Yan Hu on the stage.

Swallowing up all of Baldy Qiang’s territory in one go, Xiong Da and Xiong Er would become the most powerful force in South City.

But next, under everyone’s gaze, Yan Hu on the stage turned his attention to another underground boss next to Baldy Qiang, Fan Pili of Thunder Hall.

"Next, I challenge you; I wager all your territory and your men! If you lose, you will hand over all your territory and men to me," Yan Hu said coldly to Fan Pili.

"What?"

Fan Pili’s eyes twitched, and he exclaimed in shock, instinctively glancing at Baldy Qiang beside him.

The other underground bosses also furrowed their brows.