On the way home from work that evening, Zhan Bei Jue told Min Er that he wanted to participate in the chase game.
"What?"
Min Er thought she had misheard. How could such an intelligent person have such an unrealistic dream?
Zhan Bei Jue repeated himself, "I want to earn five million as soon as possible."
"But, how is that possible? No foreign contestants have ever participated in that show. And you are a foreigner who doesn't even know who you are, with no identity!"
This was the biggest problem. Zhan Bei Jue knew it himself; he had spent the entire day thinking about it.
"I will find a way to solve this problem. Don't worry. Now, I have a few questions for you, answer me truthfully."
Although his expression was blank, his words conveyed enough confidence.
Min Er was confused by him.
What had he done before? She always felt his thoughts were different from ordinary people.
Although she had saved his life, and they had spent over a month together, their relationship seemed intimate now.
But she knew deep down that they were from different worlds.
Once he recovered his memory, he would be completely gone from her.
Thinking of this, Min Er felt quite sad.
When one is struggling through a mire alone, they don't feel much pain or hardship until they encounter a companion.
But once there is someone to travel with, and they have to part ways midway, with one reaching dry land while you remain stuck in the mud.
That feeling is unbearable.
Min Er had never been in love, but she had watched many TV shows and movies.
She didn't know if this feeling for Zhan Bei Jue was love, but she knew very clearly that she had started to rely on him.
Although she didn't want Zhan Bei Jue to leave her, she couldn't help it. At the same time, she also had a desire to make him happy and to fulfill his wishes.
So, after a moment of hesitation, Min Er nodded.
"What do you want to ask?"
"What is the biggest entertainment venue here?"
"Entertainment venue? We can't afford it. Why do you suddenly want to ask about such places?"
Zhan Bei Jue said seriously, fearing she might misunderstand.
"Just answer me, I'm not going to spend money."
Min Er told him that there was a very famous boxing gym in this town.
It had trained many professional fighters, and the busiest times were from seven in the evening to four in the morning every day.
The reason her father chose to come to this town was that he often came to watch matches here when he wasn't bankrupt.
Min Er had the good fortune to accompany him once, a scene she still did not wish to recall.
Zhan Bei Jue's eyes immediately lit up.
"A boxing gym? Can you take me to see it?"
"Now?"
"Of course. While others are at work."
"Can you tell me what exactly you intend to do?"
"You'll know when we get there." Zhan Bei Jue grabbed Min Er's shoulders and smiled sincerely.
His smile was truly captivating.
Min Er didn't know how to describe his smile.
Anyway, with that smile, she felt her internal organs melting.
Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the boxing gym.
The mid-20th-century building looked exceptionally grand. Two impeccably dressed staff members stood before the heavy iron gate.
Seeing the two of them approaching in their tattered clothes, the staff members merely raised their eyelids, not moving a muscle.
"What are you here for?"
"To enter and patronize." Zhan Bei Jue said.
"You need to wear formal attire to enter. Your clothing does not meet the requirements. Also, this is not a free viewing; can you afford a ticket?"
The staff member was looking down on them with disdain, which was good.
Zhan Bei Jue had been waiting for him to say this.
Without answering the staff member, he turned and gently pushed Min Er a couple of steps behind him.
"Stand here, don't move."
Then he walked up to the staff member.
"What did you just say?"
"I said..."
"Bang!"
Zhan Bei Jue punched him in the jaw.
The staff member, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground.
After a couple of seconds of groaning, he realized this guy was here to cause trouble and immediately tried to get up.
Zhan Bei Jue, quick as lightning, grabbed his clothes, yanked him to the ground, kicked him in the stomach, and sent him sprawling back.
Seeing the situation turn sour, the staff member behind him grabbed the microphone on his collar, said someone was causing trouble and to come to the entrance quickly, then lunged at him as well.
But in less than two seconds, he was also thrown to the ground.
Min Er was terrified, never expecting Zhan Bei Jue to have such a volatile temper.
He dared to cause trouble in a place like this.
Did he know how many thugs were kept inside? Was he deliberately seeking death?
"You brought me here just to watch you fight? A Shen, are you crazy? Do you know..."
Before she could finish, the iron gate was pulled open from the inside with a loud bang.
A dark mass of bodyguards, holding iron rods and with sharp eyes, all looked towards them.
Min Er's lips trembled with fear, and she couldn't speak.
To her surprise, Zhan Bei Jue, without a word, walked towards the group.
Clang, clang. Min Er felt like she was watching a close-up combat performance.
Zhan Bei Jue dodged and weaved through the crowd, flipping back and forth. With groans, all the men in black were brought down by him.
Only one person was left. Zhan Bei Jue met his gaze, and the man, scared, dared not approach.
He just said, "Who are you? What do you want? I'll go find the boss right now, don't you dare run, just wait for me!"
Then he bolted into the building.
Min Er rushed forward to pull Zhan Bei Jue.
"You've caused a huge mess, do you know that? Their boss is someone no one dares to provoke in this area!"
"Oh, hurry, let's go while people haven't come out yet! Are you out of your mind?"
Zhan Bei Jue stood unmoving, like a tree. She couldn't pull him away.
As Min Er was anxiously waiting, the boss came out.
He was a tall man in his late thirties or early forties.
He wore a dark blue silk shirt, making his skin appear pale and bloodless.
He had a small mustache, a sparkling platinum chain around his neck, and a cigar in his mouth.
A typical gangster's attire.
Behind him followed a group of bodyguards who were muscular, tall, and far more imposing than Zhan Bei Jue in every way.
His expression was calm. He first glanced at the people on the ground, then looked at Zhan Bei Jue.
"Did you do all this? Who are you?"
Zhan Bei Jue met his gaze with an equally calm expression.
"It doesn't matter who I am. But it was indeed me."
He was quite brave.
He admitted it readily, showing no fear of him.
The boss raised an eyebrow.
"Are you looking for me about something?"
Zhan Bei Jue continued to meet his gaze calmly.
"No. I just saw that your people are too weak, and my hands were itching for a fight."
The boss was amused by his words.
"Kid, you're quite arrogant."
Indeed arrogant. When the bodyguards behind him heard this, they all showed expressions of wanting to tear him apart.
Zhan Bei Jue seemed oblivious to the expressions of those around him. After the boss finished speaking, he walked step by step towards him.
Until they were only about ten centimeters apart, he reached out and snatched the cigar from the boss's hand.