Chapter 741: After This Fight Is Over…

Almost everyone bet on Meng to win.

After all, they were predisposed to believe Meng was more powerful.

Some people, hoping to get lucky, placed small bets on Long Yi. If they won, great; if not, the loss wouldn’t hurt much.

“Place a bet of 100 million on Long Yi for me.”

Xu Shaochen said calmly.

Liang Huan had just explained that these women not only accompanied them for drinks but also helped them place bets.

“Xu Shaochen, Meng is my man, and the one down there is yours. How about we make a bet between us?”

Xiao Huang’s eyes glinted with mischief as he spoke into the microphone to Xu Shaochen.

Upon hearing this, the entire noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

Chen Ju took a microphone from the cabinet behind him and handed it to Xu Shaochen. These were specifically kept for communication between private rooms.

After all, it was too noisy here to hear without microphones.

“Sure, I’m game for any bet you propose. You’ll be the one losing anyway.”

Xu Shaochen smiled faintly and spoke in a calm tone.

Xiao Huang sneered, “You’re quite confident. Today, I’ll teach you that the higher you jump, the harder you fall.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “How about this: whoever loses has to go down to the ring and do a striptease to entertain everyone?”

“Ooh!”

The crowd erupted in cheers upon hearing this.

“Alright, seems like our Young Master Xiao is quite skilled in striptease and can’t wait to perform in front of everyone.”

Xu Shaochen laughed heartily. Since Xiao Huang wanted to embarrass himself, he was more than happy to oblige.

“Hmph! I hope you can keep laughing.”

Xiao Huang snorted coldly, turned off the microphone, and tossed it aside.

Meanwhile, Long Yi had already stepped into the ring.

“After I kill you, I’ll challenge your master. I’ll trample him under my feet.”

Meng looked at Long Yi with a vicious grin, speaking through gritted teeth.

“Your breath is as bad as your foot odor. Unbearable.”

Long Yi said disdainfully, leisurely rolling up his shirt sleeves.

“You’ll find out that the hardness of my fists is directly proportional to my bad breath.”

Meng pointed a finger at Long Yi, his face full of arrogance.

He thought to himself that after this fight, he would take a good long rest.

Well, he certainly wasn’t watching TV dramas, otherwise he wouldn’t think like this.

Because whenever characters say things like this, their fate usually turns out badly.

Like soldiers saying they’ll go home and get married after this battle, only to die on the battlefield.

Or robbers often saying they’ll retire and build a house back home after this big job, only to get caught by the Police.

So, my friend, don’t plant flags carelessly, and don’t make rash declarations!

“Let me show you the difference between fighting and killing.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Long Yi charged forward, launching a mid-air sweeping kick.

“Bang!”

Meng raised both arms to block the kick.

The moment the foot connected with his arms, he felt them go numb, and his whole body involuntarily stepped back.

“I have to admit, I underestimated you.”

Meng disCarded his previous contempt, his expression turning serious as he switched from defense to offense, actively attacking with a straight punch towards Long Yi’s face.

“Fool.”

Seeing Meng dare to engage him head-on, Long Yi’s eyes flashed with mockery, and then they began trading blows.

“Fight! Kill him! Kill him!”

“Kick him, Boss Meng! Use your legs!”

“Brother, I bet on you! Give me a miracle!”

Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs, extremely excited. This was the most thrilling fight they had seen in a long time.

In the loft, Xiao Huang remained unperturbed, leisurely enjoying his wine, exuding confidence.

He was already imagining the scene of Xu Shaochen doing a striptease in front of everyone. Tomorrow, he would become the laughingstock of the entire Jingcheng.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on his face.

He was very familiar with Meng’s abilities, which was why he was so confident.

While Xiao Huang was sure of victory, Meng was struggling badly in the ring.

The more he fought, the more terrified he became. At first, they seemed evenly matched, but gradually he began to fall behind.

However, the untrained spectators couldn’t see this.

He had already expended a lot of energy in his earlier fight with the Thai guy, and now facing the formidable Long Yi, he was panicking inside.

If only he had known, he wouldn’t have been so eager. He should have at least rested for 10 minutes before starting this fight!

Long Yi could sense Meng becoming increasingly passive. A mocking smile played on his lips as he steadily wore down Meng’s stamina while looking for the right moment to strike, aiming to incapacitate his opponent with a single blow.

Finally, the opportunity came.

Long Yi suddenly changed his tactics. A kick that was originally aimed at Meng’s abdomen and chest suddenly shifted downward.

“Bang!”

This kick landed on Meng’s lower abdomen.

“Ah! Pffft—”

Meng cried out in agony, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his abdomen and collapsed to the ground in pain, feeling as if all his internal organs had shifted position.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked. They hadn’t expected Meng to lose.

“Boss Meng! Get up! Quick, get up!”

“Boss Meng, get up and kill him!”

Most people believed Meng’s victory was certain and saw this fight as easy money, so they had bet heavily.

Now seeing Meng at a disadvantage, they were panicking.

Meng tried to get up.

But Long Yi, just as Meng had done to the Thai guy earlier, wasn’t about to give him a chance to make a comeback.

He delivered another vicious kick.

“Clang!”

Meng’s body flew back as if hit by a Car, smashing into the iron cage before falling onto the ring, convulsing.

“Bang!”

Long Yi stepped forward, placing his foot on Meng’s chest, looking down at him with a cold gaze.

“Let… let me go.”

Meng struggled to wrap his hands around Long Yi’s calf, looking up at him with fear, panic, and pleading in his eyes.

“Sorry, my boss said to come down here and kill you. So you have to die.”

“This is the price for provoking my boss.”

Long Yi said expressionlessly, suddenly applying force with the foot on Meng’s chest.

“Crack—”

A crisp sound rang out as Meng’s chest cavity caved in.

Blood continuously flowed from the corners of Meng’s mouth. After a brief convulsion, he died.

For a moment, the entire venue was eerily quiet, so silent that not a single noise could be heard.

Everyone stared at Long Yi in the ring with blank expressions.