Chapter Ch150.1 - Fight

Chapter Ch150.1 - Fight

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

Underground warehouse.

The lighting was decadent and dim, and the colors blurred like dancing demons.

There was an uproar when Wu Jin stepped up. The tattooed man stared at him for a long time before chuckling. “Interesting.”

That man removed his jacket, revealing the tattoos on his chest and back, a black dragon, a white tiger, a fallen angel, the words ‘Sin, forget love’, and so on, making many of the people nearby feel a fierce shock.

Holy shit! This was a tough one!

The tattooed man warmed up his muscles and bones, then felt his throat go dry as he looked at Wu Jin.

This child was so beautiful he could be a demon, with red cheeks and round eyes. How could a normal person look like this? ! However, this man was a straight-as-steel man, and he didn’t feel the slightest heartache as he took the initiative to beat Wu Jin up like a little goblin––

He sent a punch flying straight at Wu Jin, so aggressive it stirred up the wind!

Even before the fist landed, the onlookers were already howling, “Don’t be so cruel, you’re bullying a beautiful boy and destroying human wealth…”

Wu Jin dodged away quickly.

His left shoulder dipped, allowing the offense to brush past. The tattooed man’s attack trajectory and momentum flashed through his mind.

One second.

The youth suddenly twisted his body and raised up his head. The lights were behind him, causing the originally warm and soft pupils to appear deep, the bright silhouette outlining the clear and tight muscle curves––

Wu Jin abruptly returned the attack!

Muscle memory erupted in that brief moment. His fighting intent started from his straightened back, crackling across like a crisp electric current to his nerve endings, accurate to the millimeter. His blood boiled and concentrated at the tip of his fist in order to counter attack with thunderous force.

The tattooed man’s expression changed quickly. His center of gravity dropped as he attempted to attack Wu Jin from below. However, Wu Jin reacted too quickly. The youth jumped, his long, straight left leg sweeping out, his right hand capturing the man’s neck, and as the man switched angles to dodge, he pressed the other party down, causing him to topple!

The tattooed man fell to the ground, smashing up a cloud of dust.

A Yuan, who was watching the show, “Holy… holy shit!!!!”

The crowd cheered!

As Zhuang Fan had said, Warehouse 225 was a place where all sorts of people gathered, but Wu Jin had fought too well. If what the tattooed man was best at was street scuffles, then what Wu Jin displayed was real unarmed combat.

Fast and sharp. Invincible.

Ah Yuan’s eyes were huge.

His memory flashed back to yesterday, when he saw Wu Jin sitting in a corner by the wall, listening to the director explain the rules, and paying attention when the crew explained the regulations. All of the contestants had been drowsy, but Wu Jin had looked &#k2018;super easy to bully’ as he sat there listening carefully.

Then, they shook hands while forming teams.

His hands had been soft and easy to pinch. Then, he heard that he and Eagle Blade had had a hip-hop dance battle, and Wu Jin had actually won. And then––

Ah Yuan felt like he was dreaming as he looked at Wu Jin’s face again.

God damn it, was he really a survival show trainee?!! The calluses that day were really from handling guns?!

At this time, the crowd seemed to be boiling with excitement. The DJ changed the music to a fast song, and everyone started to holler. Some yelled that they wanted to buy Wu Jin a drink, then took out their terminals to shoot pictures of Wu Jin. Someone from the management of the venue showed up from somewhere unknown to ask Wu Jin whether or not he wanted to take over the tattooed man’s, Brother Tiger’s, position and handle the morning business, or if he wanted to do nothing at all and just be a mascot standing there beneath the lights.

Hudi jumped up onto a table, squeezed in through the crowd, and praised in a heartfelt manner, “Brother Wu is so handsome ahhhhhhh!!”

In the middle of the crowd, Wu Jin pushed back his bangs. He’d just finished fighting, and at this time, the aggressive hormones from his body slowly returned to normal after a few seconds. His presence and aura started to turn well behaved again, his small curls soft and prone, scratching at people’s hearts.

The cute contrast.

Who could bear such a thing!

There was sudden chaos in the surrounding areas. Countless young girls cried out towards Wu Jin…

But Zhuang Fan suddenly looked to one side.

Contestant Wei had been standing there just now. According to Wu Jin, Contestant Wei had taught him how to fight. It was just that Contestant Wei was missing now––

Amidst the pile of people, a small, well-dressed man finally made it through the crowd and went up to Wu Jin, wanting to get close and flirt with him, but he was caught by surprise when Wu Jin was pulled behind someone else.

Wei Shi looked down from above, lifting his eyelids slightly.

“Waaah!!!” The little zero U-turned and bailed.

Wu Jin didn’t notice at all. He greeted the big boss and then went to find the tattooed man to settle accounts, “60/40 if we win, 60/40!”

The tattooed man choked, “Not fighting-not fighting anymore. Let me give it to you now ahhhh!”

Two minutes later, Wu Jin successfully obtained Zhuang Fan’s reward and was full of pride.

Ah Yuan looked on in dazed admiration. Eagle Blade gave Wu Jin a deep look, and Hudi was worshipping him enthusiastically. Only Zhuang Fan was calm, “Why didn’t you take 100%?”

Wu Jin went crazy, “……!!! Oh yeah!! Why didn’t I take 100%?!”

Wei Shi was expressionless. His hand moved as fast as electricity and stroked over the small curls, “Learn from your mistakes. Well, continue with the task.”

Everyone suddenly came back to their senses. They were still quite far off from the program group’s 1000 credits… The teams had no more time to watch the excitement and went off at full speed.

After being ‘cleaned up with violence’, Warehouse 225 soon became a battlefield for over 10 teams of players to compete against each other.

Not only Wu Jin, Red and his team had also had a dispute with the people in the warehouse. After knocking down his opponent with one punch, Red quickly climbed up onto the stage with a winner’s posture and, while his teammates were still surprised, he picked up the mic and started to shout crazily, “I alone was drunk… survival makes me tired! I take down the heavens for a debut, cutting off love without regrets…”

The man who’d been knocked over covered his ears painfully, “Is this a powerhouse’s art!?”

Compared with the slow development of Red’s team, the rap battles, music, and dance performances attracted endless amounts of income over a short period of time, becoming the stage for fierce competition between the teams.

The three rappers Zhuang Fan, Chen Shao, and Hudi, took over the entrance and controlled the entry of people. When Wu Jin looked at the dance floor, he almost fell into a daze. There were over 20 trainees huddled together like dumplings, and the host on the stage was extremely distressed, “If you want to battle, then take a number first. I’m very sorry, but you all look too similar. Let’s start from number one…”

Wu Jin quickly closed the door and ran off towards the heavy metal music pounding nearby.

Over there, Ah Yuan had managed to snatch away the bass from Eagle Blade, but his legs softened when he saw Wu Jin, “Brother-Brother Wu, are you busy beating people up? If you want to beat someone up I can point the way…”

Wu Jin was a little embarrassed as he pointed to the bass.

Ah Yuan choked, “Everything else was snatched up. This is the only thing left. Do you even know how to… how about we do one song each?”

Wu Jin nodded and accepted the bass from Ah Yuan.

The drummer whistled from behind him, indicating that Wu Jin should take the lead with the beat. This was the most remote corner of the stage, and everything on and off stage had long turned chaotic. From nearby, they could see Ming Yao running around with an electronic keyboard. The tradition of having rich second generations learn piano seemed to have remained unchanged even in the 31st century!

Wu Jin held the bass and tuned a few strings. He’d missed out on the first wave of snatching up musical instruments, and only the bass was left. At least it had a sense of existence; the bass was low-key and had two less strings than the electric guitar. Playing it was fairly basic and didn’t require any complex skills. The sounds weren’t clear and crisp––

He plucked at the strings.

In the distance, Red was still hissing into the mic, and Ming Yao’s electronic version of <Fantasy Impromptu> was accompanied by loud and boisterous drinkers. There was also the fussy Ah Yuan, “How come Contestant Wei is sitting in the exclusive booth?! Isn’t that ‘Third Brother’s territory? Wow, I remember. Someone said that Third Brother’s reign was over? Could it be that he––”

Wu Jin was very serious as he moved to stand close to the microphone.

The audience beneath the stage was still in a mess. Drinkers weren’t interested in this temporary singer, and most of the people who were interested in listening to songs had run off with the players who’d taken away the guitars and keyboards. There were only a few fans left who’d just watched Wu Jin fight, as well as the big boss who sat there with a glass of liquor in the distance.

The youth’s low and clear voice rang out, “Gunpoint butterflies~ Red tomatoes~ Soft, soft. Lambie lamb~”

“……” Ah Yuan staggered and almost thought that he’d heard wrong, “What-what lyrics are these?”

Wu Jin played a low note again and was finally satisfied. He was fully absorbed in the plucking of the music notes, “Gunpoint butterflies~ Day and night in the training room.”

“Dreams are clear yet destroyed, working even harder, to avoid being separated from you…”

Wu Jin’s voice was a little hoarse, carrying unique traces of an 18 or 19 year old youth.

Like a morning breeze blowing across a mountain stream.

The noise around him finally stopped. Someone raised up their head to look at Wu Jin. The song was full of flaws, and his breathing was unstable, his tone was low, but it was still very nice to listen to.

Wu Jin’s fingering wasn’t proficient at first, but after singing halfway through, he finally relaxed his shoulders and looked away from the strings.

In the booth.

Wei Shi’s fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass.

He lifted the glass, the corners of his lips curving up.

Two hours later, after the first few teams finished their tasks, they quickly gathered together at the entrance to Warehouse 225.

“Ranking is based on when all five members of each team arrive back at the studio––” Team 12’s captain Zhuang Fan was surprised, “Is this a competition to see who runs faster?!”

Team 12 left the warehouse in a hurry and took the subway to head back, but their vision seemed to darken just as they were about to arrive at Snow Leopard Entertainment.

Zhuang Fan: “……”

Countless fans blocked the entrance to the program group studio, and the people at the front raised up their support cards, “Did you see my son?! He looks like this -> [Cartoon Wu Jin][Wu Jin in women’s wear].”

Zhuang Fan looked thoughtfully at the women’s wear, “I never thought that you would have this kind of hobby…”

Wu Jin: “!! I don’t, it’s not me!”

Zhuang Fan patted Wu Jin on the shoulder, “Try to get inside earlier. It’s time to seek your own fortune.”