He slowly put it into his own mouth, took a puff, and then blew the smoke into the boss's face.
"I think I have the qualifications."
Too arrogant!
The bodyguards behind him immediately clenched their fists and were about to rush forward.
The boss stopped them in time.
A foreigner coming alone to cause trouble, claiming it was just for fun, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
There was definitely a purpose.
Moreover, this kid's courage and appearance were extraordinary.
The boss became very interested in him.
"I'll give you one minute. You'd better give me a clear explanation. Otherwise, I'll have these weaklings join forces to take your hands and feet and serve them as appetizers."
"Speak. What's the matter with luring me out?"
Zhan Bei Jue handed the cigar back to him. After the boss took it, he nodded at him.
This time, he used a respectful tone.
"I do have something to tell you. But I prefer to speak with strength."
"Give me a chance to show you, and we'll talk after you've seen it."
Soon, Zhan Bei Jue and Min Er were led into the venue by a group of people.
In the center of the venue was a circular competition platform. The surrounding lights were dim, and row after row of audience seats were packed with people.
As soon as they entered, a wave of heat hit them.
Accompanied by thunderous cheers, Zhan Bei Jue saw two boxers sweating profusely on the stage.
Europeans have a genetic advantage; their physique is naturally larger than Asians.
Professional fighters are even more carefully selected. Their height, muscles, and abilities are superior to ordinary people.
According to Zhan Bei Jue's estimation, the two people confronting each other on the stage were at least two meters tall and weighed around 200 jin.
They were definitely different from the weaklings at the entrance and would be difficult to deal with.
But since he had already come in, there was no turning back. He had to go through with it even if he had to grit his teeth.
As the boss entered, a staff member immediately came up to him.
He turned his head and explained a few things to the staff member, then asked Zhan Bei Jue.
"Have you thought it through? You have to sign a waiver before going up. No one will go easy on you. It's possible today is your last..."
"I understand."
"Then go with him."
Zhan Bei Jue was about to follow.
Min Er reached out and grabbed him.
"A Shen, are you crazy? You just recovered from your injuries. How can you be their opponent? Are you tired of living?"
"It's okay. I'll be back soon."
Zhan Bei Jue turned his head and said to the boss.
"Give her a seat so she can see me."
Min Er was led by a staff member to the first row of the audience seats.
She was surrounded by strangers who were excited to the point of going crazy.
Lost in the crowd, she stared at the stage, trembling with nervousness.
Soon, a round ended, and the referee announced the winner.
The winner's hands were raised high by the referee, and everyone applauded and cheered for him.
The loser, dazed from the blows, lay on the ground unable to get up for a long time, and was eventually carried away.
Min Er felt her heart pounding out of her chest.
If she had known Zhan Bei Jue was going to his death here,
she might as well not have saved him!
After a short intermission, the host went up and made an announcement.
"We have a newcomer in the venue. It is said that he is not convinced by our previous Great Devils. Tonight, he will challenge five consecutive matches alone."
"Who is it? Hurry up and place your bets. The mystery will be revealed soon. Let's wait and see!"
People around started guessing.
Could it be that the boss had poached a new talent from another boxing gym?
Could it be the one they had been waiting for?
At this moment, the spotlight shone on the fighter's entrance.
Zhan Bei Jue, wearing red gloves and a black robe, appeared in the spotlight.
Seeing that he was an Asian with a short stature and build, the audience immediately booed.
"What? Are you fooling us? Is there really no one else available? Why did you bring such a thing?"
"Is this some kind of fix? Do they want Chris to win easily tonight? I should have bet on Chris!"
However, some people guessed that he might be very powerful.
"Where is this person from? Could he be Chinese? I heard that all Chinese people know kung fu. Could he be as powerful as Bruce Lee?"
In any case, the anticipation was raised to its peak.
The spotlight shone on Zhan Bei Jue for five seconds, then switched to the blue corner fighter.
Chris, a giant as sturdy as Shrek.
The audience roared.
"Let's start quickly! Let's see how Chris instantly defeats this little rookie!"
Zhan Bei Jue, enduring the various noises, calmly walked onto the stage.
Soon, the referee announced the rules, had them shake hands, and blew the whistle.
Before Zhan Bei Jue could even make a move, the hulking opponent opposite him threw a punch.
Fortunately, his agility was superior.
With a technique of using the opponent's force against them, he retreated slightly, causing the opponent not only to miss the punch but also to lunge forward due to inertia.
The start was so intense that the audience immediately erupted.
"Come on, Chris! Knock out this little rookie! I'm rooting for you!"
"Come on, come on!"
Min Er was so nervous that she was almost digging into her palm.
Zhan Bei Jue looked too weak in front of this man.
However, he was so agile.
As soon as Chris lunged forward, he immediately retreated several steps.
As if he had Qinggong, he took a running start and delivered a flying kick, kicking Chris in the back of the head.
Before Chris could even turn around, he dodged to the side and kicked his left calf.
In short, Zhan Bei Jue opened everyone's eyes.
This seemingly weak guy was much more powerful than they had imagined.
Even after five matches, he wasn't hit by any of these giants, becoming the strongest warrior of the night!
After the match ended, the crowd was reluctant to leave for a long time.
They clamored to ask the host if he was Chinese.
"Bringing in a Chinese person who knows kung fu, isn't that clearly bullying people!"
"But we quite enjoyed watching. Will he appear every night from now on?"
The host kept them in suspense, saying they should wait and see, and then the crowd dispersed.
Min Er was led by a staff member backstage and saw Zhan Bei Jue, who was covered in sweat.
"Are you okay?"
Her heart was still pounding.
Zhan Bei Jue shook his head while taking off his black robe. He had fought five matches and was exhausted.
He couldn't say a word at the moment.
As soon as he changed his clothes, the boss, followed by a group of bodyguards, slowly walked in again.
He walked while clapping, his eyes filled with admiration.
"You've got some skills indeed, no wonder you're so arrogant. I like it."
"Speak. I want to sign you as a professional fighter. How much do you want me to pay you?"
He thought Zhan Bei Jue was interested in a professional fighter's career and came to him for a living, so he had already had a contract drawn up.
However, Zhan Bei Jue didn't even glance at the contract.
"I'm not here to discuss that."
"Oh?"
The boss couldn't figure out what he was here for.
Zhan Bei Jue wiped his hair.
"Let's go somewhere else, sit down, and we can talk slowly."