""Sir, this raincoat costs 388,800. There is no discount on the new style, and your card balance is indeed insufficient!"The salesperson's face had lost its previous smile, replaced by a blandness, ev...Looking at Yang Chen's sarcastic face, Song Huayi was filled with embarrassment.

Mr. Yang, did you agree to this" Song Huayi asked excitedly.

At this time, even Yang Chen's name changed from "Brother Yang" to "Mr. Yang," which was a reflection of his attitude.

Yang Chen let out a cold snort and sarcastically said, "You plotted against me, but I didn't hold it against you. You actually want me to help you"

Song Huayi immediately panicked and quickly said, "Mr. Yang, I really didn't mean to scheme against you. You have been looking for Yuwen Bin all along, so in a way, I helped you find him, right"

"Did you help me" Yang Chen asked faintly.

Song Huayi was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

If Song Weihui had told Yang Chen before coming to the Golden Club,

Yuwenbin will be here today, and Yang Chen will absolutely not hesitate to help Song Huayi.

But the order is wrong, the meaning is completely different, Yang Chen is very unhappy.

"Mr. Yang, I apologize for being so abrupt." Song Huayi said after a long silence, suddenly with an apologetic face.

Yang Chen didn't speak, and walked towards the hall inside.

Song Huayi didn't dare to advise, and followed Yang Chen into the fighting hall.

As soon as Yang Chen entered the fighting arena, he was stunned by everything he saw with his own eyes.

The enormous hall, resembling a miniature underground soccer field, featured a ring of spectator seats surrounding it. In the center stood an elevated platform enclosed by iron bars.

At this time, on the stage, two more burly men with their upper bodies bare were fighting crazily.

Fight.

"Boom boom boom!"

Perhaps it was the stage effect, but the sounds of punches landing on the platform one after another deeply stimulated every audience member present.

This is a true feast for the eyes and ears, with the surrounding audience erupting in cheers constantly.

As expected of a championship battle, both warriors on the stage were incredibly powerful. Even amongst the Northern Army, they would be capable leaders of a small squad.

Anyone who steps onto the stage has signed a death warrant. Unless they admit defeat, they will be beaten to death, and they deserve it.

Song Huayi's gaze was fixed on the center of the stage, but he spoke to Yang Chen.

Because today is the annual championship battle, in addition to attracting strong players from all over the world, it will also attract many top forces.

So, that's it.

All boxers competing want to perform as best they can in order to catch the eye of top teams.

Similarly, major top powers also want to select some top experts for their use.

“In the end, it can even become a rivalry between top-tier powers. Sometimes, over a single fighter, two major top-tier forces could even potentially erupt into war.”

Just as Song Huayi was explaining to Yang Chen, the outcome of the match on the stage had already been decided.

But the losers became corpses!

The atmosphere on site surged instantly, with cheers and shouts echoing everywhere. Those dressed in fine attire now resembled madmen, roaring and hollering unrestrainedly.

Having witnessed this scene with his own eyes, Yang Chen suddenly felt pity for those strong individuals standing on the stage.

They possess extraordinary

Strength, at this time, could only become a plaything in others' eyes.

In every year's championship battle, almost half of the strong contenders who step onto the stage will end up dying on it!

Song Huayi spoke again, his voice still laced with a hint of sadness, for the sadness of those strong contestants.

Yang Chen's gaze fell on Song Huayi. His eyes were clear and sincere, not putting on a facade of compassion.

"Why do you want to win tonight's championship" Yang Chen suddenly asked.

Song Huayi gave a wry smile: "You were once a member of the Yuwen family, so you must know that in top families like the Eight Gates of Yan City, fairness doesn't exist."

“Once upon a time, my father was the heir to the Song family. If it weren't for dying for the sake of the family, I'm afraid he would have inherited the position of head of the house by now”

(The End)

[Important Reminder]

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