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The slightly fat man looked at Ye Zheng: This young man has a beard and no hair, his clothes are cheap, but there is a faint, cold, and inviolable heroic spirit between his brows.

However, Ye Zheng turned a blind eye to the slightly fat man, and said to Wu Wei: "Let's go home."

"Boss Huang looks after me very much. I also really want to work hard in Dunma to round out my dreams."

Wu Wei's expression was very resolute.

"My name is Huang Haiyang. I'm the president of the Crown Hotel and I'm also the boss of the Royal Appreciation Company."

The slightly fat man nodded towards Ye Zheng and extended his hand out.

However, Ye Zheng did not have the intention to shake hands with him, so he could only awkwardly put his hands back down.

"What did you see in her?"

Ye Zheng turned and stared into Huang Haiyang's eyes.

If he had any filth or evil thoughts in his heart, he would definitely not dare to look Ye Zheng in the eye with eyes as sharp as Ye Zheng's blade.

"A few days ago, one of my scouts stumbled upon her."

Huang Haiyang's eyes and tone of voice were very calm. "Although Miss Wu has never been trained, she is pure and beautiful, a flawless piece of unpolished jade. She has determination and perseverance. We are willing to give it a try. "

"You made up your mind?"

Ye Zheng asked Wu Wei.

"Yes."

Wu Wei's attitude was very resolute.

Ye Zheng sighed in his heart: His original plan was to bring this girl back to his home. However, if Huang Haiyang's acting company was a formal company and was willing to give Wu Wei a platform and opportunity to realize his dream, then why would he forcefully take away her future?

However, Wu Wei did not have the slightest bit of experience in society, so her estimation of the risks of a large city was insufficient.

He couldn't return to the fishing village now, but should stay in the Dunma. If there was any danger, he should protect her.

"Take care of yourself."

Ye Zheng said briefly, then turned and left.

One of Wu Wei's hand unnaturally twisted the corner of her skirt, and looked at Ye Zheng's back with a somewhat lonely expression.

Huang Haiyang laughed and said: "You're from your hometown? "He's quite the character."

"His surname is Ye and he doesn't like to say anything. I call him Little Mute."

Wu Wei said, "Last month, his boat was in danger at sea. My father rescued him from the sea."

Huang Haiyang nodded, an undetectable glint flashing past his eyes.

As the saying goes, a single cent is enough to defeat a hero.

Ye Zheng deeply understood the meaning of this sentence from the Dunma.

Even the "weapons specialist" who had been kicked out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood

In the city, he also needed to eat and sleep.

But, touching his own empty pockets, Ye Zheng laughed bitterly in frustration.

Stealing and robbing went against Ye Zheng's bottom line.

The fastest way to earn money for a meal was to rely on a pair of fists.

The Dunma Fist Arena, one of the Malsena's largest fighting arena, the main arena was the Rising Fist Tournament.

Different from the neighboring Siamese in the north, the rules here were more open and more shady, which was also where many gamblers spent their fortune.

As a fighter, you have to rely on your agent to get the chance to go on stage.

Of course, in order to reap greater benefits, he sometimes had no choice but to use fake punches.

In the evening, over ten thousand crazy spectators and gamblers had already gathered at the Dunma Fist arena. They were loud and clamoring, the air waves even seeming to lift up the roof.

That night, the main match of the Dunma Fist was the "Eight man knockout" match.

The eight fighters from different regions confronted each other, deciding who would be the final victor.

At this moment, the main match hadn't started yet. The match on the boxing stage was a light weight match between two young fighters.

Ye Zheng went straight to the point and randomly entered a simple resting room.

Ma Ermaode, the fighter from the eastern provinces of Malsena, a dark and robust fighter, was warmed up with the help of her coach.

One of them.

The manager had fair skin and was obviously Chinese. He stood to the side with a grave expression on his face. Clearly, he did not have much confidence in the fighters under his command.

"Hello."

Ye Zheng greeted the manager.

"You are?"

The manager was confused.

"Ye Zhou, Chinese."

Ye Zheng had once massacred a colonel in the Siamese and committed a great disaster. Although the international arrest warrant was cancelled, he still remained cautious and did not want to reveal his real name.

"What can I do for you?"

the agent asked.

"I want to take his place."

Ye Zheng pointed to Ma Ermaode who was warming up.

"The organization committee will not agree to this. Besides, you might not have the ability to participate."

The manager shook his head. He thought Ye Zheng was joking.

"Anyway, the organization committee is just a grassroots team, so it won't be that strict."

Ye Zheng said.

In the Malsena, Chinese was the second largest official language.

Although Ma Ermaode was a native, he could understand most of Ye Zheng's words.

He walked over with a stern expression, and placed his hand on Ye Zheng's shoulder.

"Bro, if I make a lot of money, I'll give you a portion."

Ye Zheng smiled kindly.

What he said was the truth: most of the boxing contestants were poor, and they needed money as badly as he did.

However, in Ma Ermaode's eyes, Ye Zheng's words and attitude were taunting him.

Without any warning, Ma Ermaode suddenly growled, and the fist in his right hand fiercely punched towards Ye Zheng's back.

He was furious in his heart, but he did not know anything about Ye Zheng's origins or abilities. Hence, he did not attack the back of's head or his temples, he only wanted to punch this uninvited guest in the back and let him lie on the ground for a while.

With such a large target behind him, this punch actually missed!

"Bro, there's no need to make things so awkward."

Ye Zheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head as he easily dodged Ma Ermaode's fist.

Ma Ermaode's coach bellowed, wanting to stop his fighter's reckless actions.

Ma Ermaode did not move, his right leg moved half a step forward, and his left leg suddenly raised, smashing towards Ye Zheng's ribs with his iron knee.

Ye Zheng nimbly dodged to the side, and then threw a short and powerful punch.

Ma Ermaode's jaw was struck, and like a marionette, he fell down powerlessly.

The coach panicked and went forward to help him up.

The two staff members anxiously walked in and carried the unconscious Ma Ermaode out.

"He's fine. He woke up in a few minutes."

Ye Zheng said.

The human jaw was a very fragile part of his body. Many people called it the "stun switch".

He only needed a precise strike to make them unconscious.

"What a fast attack!" I've never seen one. "

The manager stared at Ye Zheng and sighed.

"Thank you."

Ye Zheng smiled slightly: "He underestimated your enemy."

"Even if he doesn't underestimate his opponent, it's unlikely that he would face you five times in a row."

the agent said.

"I'll represent him?"

Ye Zheng said: "Go and greet the organization committee right now."

The manager suddenly placed both his hands on Ye Zheng's shoulders and laughed out loud. "I have a better idea, one that can let both of us earn a lot of money!"