Chapter 8

C8 – Earn Money and Kill People!

In the underground fighting ring of N City, Pei Yu and a portly middle-aged man in a suit made their way to the venue.

“Are you sure you want to enter the fray?” Goldy sized up Pei Yu, seeking confirmation.

“Absolutely. I’m entitled to 90% of the prize money. You’re not going to cheat me, are you?”

“Relax. If you win at least two fights tonight, you’re guaranteed to rake in a hefty sum.”

Goldy flashed two fingers, and with his grin, a pair of gleaming gold teeth came into view. Pei Yu understood immediately—that was the signal for two million!

“Let’s get one thing straight, though. Your opponents tonight are all martial artists of high First Grade or above. You’ll need to sign a life and death contract first. If you perish, I’ll give your sister two hundred thousand yuan.”

“No need for that.”

Pei Yu was confident in his abilities; he didn’t anticipate any mishaps.

“Goldy, this guy’s got some nerve. He’s that confident?”

As Pei Yu ascended the platform, a boss in a blue suit approached with his entourage of bodyguards.

“I’m hoping he puts on a good show. But it looks like his luck’s run out tonight. Damn, I’ve taken quite a hit this month.”

Goldy, puffing on a cigar, shook his head at the sight of Pei Yu’s retreating figure, his confidence in the fighter waning. He’d been down by several hundred thousand yuan that month.

Half an hour later, Pei Yu nonchalantly descended from the stage, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

“Goldy, my money?”

Goldy was momentarily lost in a fog, still captivated by Pei Yu’s recent display and slow to snap back to reality.

It wasn’t until Pei Yu called out to him that he sprang into action, cigar clamped between his teeth as he hurriedly processed the transfer on his phone.

Such trivial bouts did little to enhance Pei Yu’s combat prowess.

Thus, Pei Yu had no intention of relying on mere brawling to grow stronger.

“I’ll give you 10 million yuan a month, just to join me for five matches,” Boss Yan proposed, flashing a finger, which left Goldy dumbfounded.

He didn’t have that kind of money.

“No, thanks,” Pei Yu responded, shaking his head.

“Kid, don’t push your luck!”

“You’ve got a sister, haven’t you? If you care for her safety, you’ll do as I say,” Boss Yan threatened, upon being rebuffed.

With his underworld clout, Boss Yan was capable of anything—his threat was no idle one.

The surrounding crowd glanced his way, sensing his volatile temper. He was openly intimidating Pei Yu.

“You’re out of your league!”

As Boss Yan finished his threat, Pei Yu swiftly grabbed him and delivered a resounding slap.

“Release our boss!”

The bodyguards of Boss Yan were ready to draw their weapons and defend him at a moment’s notice.

However, in the blink of an eye, their faces turned to stone.

With a swift strike of his palm, Pei Yu sent Boss Yan’s head spinning like a fan, completing five or six revolutions before coming to a halt.

Ultimately, he fixed the bodyguards with an odd, piercing look.

Boss Yan was dead.