After rebirth, the real daughter became a popular figure by relying on internal competition

There is a hidden elevator inside the container that leads to the underground.

Li Zhiyin followed them down to the basement level. As the elevator door opened, hot air hit her in the face.

It was a feeling she was very familiar with.

The heat in the air, the DJ music that resounded throughout the venue, and the screams and cheers of the audience were deafening.

There is also a gun storage area at the door, where firearms must be deposited.

She deposited the firearm at the counter and entered the club.

Gu Qingyan and his companions walked in front of her and pointed forward: "Look over there!"

Li Zhiyin looked in the direction he pointed and his face gradually darkened.

Standing on the ring in the center of the venue, there were two strong men fighting.

They wrestled with each other with all their might, and the cheers from the audience grew louder and louder, almost to the point of suffocation.

She got it.

This is where the underground boxing is played.

Gu Qingyan was like a naughty child. He curled his lips, turned his hand, and pointed to the prize on the other side: "That is a custom-made silver pistol. There is only one in the world. Get it for me."

She wondered, "Let me rob it?"

Gu Qingyan smiled evilly: "No, I want you to win in a fight."

Li Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted: "But I took the order to protect you. Fighting black boxing will make me physically exhausted. How can I protect you?"

"My request now is that you win the championship prize." Gu Qingyan's eyes sparkled, and his eyebrows were full of unreasonable arrogance: "Aren't you the legend of eternal invincibility? This game is more than enough for you, right?"

Li Zhiyin doesn't think so.

She looked at the brand new prosthetics on the strong men, all of which were the latest model of weight-bearing arms shown on TV.

Under the light as bright as daylight, their prosthetic bodies were stained with blood, and the clean parts were even sparkling.

The arms of those sturdy men were thicker than her thighs.

She has a low tolerance for error.

If she missed a step, the other party would want to kill her, but she would be killed on the spot by those two arms as strong as steel, with her spine broken.

In a normal fighting arena, murder would definitely not happen.

But this is black boxing.

On the battlefield of barbarians, the law of the jungle prevails, and coming to power requires signing a life and death agreement.

Li Zhiyin looked at Gu Qingyan carefully.

Gu Qingyan crossed his arms, his handsome face full of pride, like a high-spirited fighting cock, looking down at her with his chin raised.

He seemed to be waiting for her to show weakness, waiting for her to say that she couldn't win.

He brought her here purely to tease her.

Because she didn't see eagerness and anticipation in his eyes.

His love for the gun was probably less than one-third of her love for the watermelon.

She lowered her eyes and thought silently.

Gu Qingyan's eyes flashed with cunning, and he leaned in front of her.

He wanted to observe her embarrassment closely, so he did not realize that they were too close.

But in this hot, dim scene, Gu Qingyan almost pressed his face against hers, his tone as arrogant as ever: "What? Are you scared?"

Li Zhiyin lowered his head and said nothing.

Gu Qingyan tilted his head and moved closer to her.

His lips were almost kissing hers, and the candy taste of peaches also overflowed from his lips and teeth: "If you are afraid, just say I'm sorry, Master. I can't do it. Then I will only take you to watch the game, and you don't have to go on stage to participate in the competition."

Li Zhiyin's eyes were dark, he made up his mind and raised his head.

Her lips brushed his.

Gu Qingyan jumped back a few steps frantically as if he had seen a ghost, covering his mouth and staring at her in horror.

Li Zhiyin didn't feel anything.

Being close to her was like two stones colliding together, nothing special.

She doesn't care about physical intimacy at all.

But Gu Qingyan cares.

His eyes widened, and even in the dim light, one could see the tips of his ears flushed red.

Because he unexpectedly sacrificed his first kiss, he looked flustered and angry. He raised his hand and pointed at her tremblingly, as if he was talking.

But it was noisy in here and he was covering his mouth, so he couldn't see or hear clearly.

Li Zhiyin was not interested either, and said, "I'll help you get the gun."

Gu Qingyan was stunned.

The other three were also stunned.

It was very strange. They were the ones who brought her here, and she agreed to this thing, which should be what they expected, but they just stared at her in a daze.

Coincidentally, the emotional host said in English: "The winner has been decided! This strong man failed in the challenge! Which other warrior wants to challenge our seven warriors and win our $100,000 and limited silver pistol?!"

Li Zhiyin glanced at the two burly men who were fighting each other just now.

One of the burly men was sitting in the corner of the stage, with someone wiping his sweat beside him. He looked like a king being served, looking with disdain at the other contestant who was being carried down.

Such a strong man was actually carried down.

Li Zhiyin calmed himself down and walked towards the stage.

The four boys' faces changed slightly: "Are you really going?!"

She ignored him and walked to the ring like a robot obeying orders, saying in fluent English: "I challenge you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy venue fell into silence.

The laughter broke out in the whole place!

"Hahahaha, she wants to challenge?! She'll probably cry if she gets slapped!"

"Are you okay? A little girl like this can carry it with one hand, but she still took on the challenge?"

The host stared at her slender body with wide eyes, looked her up and down, and said teasingly with the microphone: "Little sister, how old are you? Do you know that minors are not allowed to enter such places?"

The audience below laughed so hard that they fell backwards: "Don't make the little sister cry!"

"Don't say that. What if she was kidnapped and forced to come here? Do you need us to help you call the police?"

"Little sister, you are so beautiful. Are you trying to attract your brother's attention? Hurry up and jump down from the stage. Your brother will catch you below!"

Gu Qingyan listened to their dirty talk in annoyance: "What a bunch of rubbish, you just like to make dirty jokes to little girls, right?!"

He shouted to Li Zhiyin on the stage: "Come down, I don't want to play anymore, I don't want you to take it for me!"

The venue was so noisy that Li Zhiyin couldn't hear anything.

But the obscene words kept coming out, and she disliked it more and more. She took the microphone and said in English: "Quiet."

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

She looked at the host and said, "Stop talking nonsense and start the fight."

The host blinked and held the microphone she had put back.

There was silence at first, then a burst of cheers: "OHHHHHHHHH!"

"It has personality! I like it!"

"What's the point of liking someone? You'll start crying later!"

"If you want to cry, just cry in my arms!"

Li Zhiyin took off his suit jacket and stood on the other side of the ring.

The sturdy man whistled at her from the corner of the ring with a smile: "Little sister, brother will not let you go, so don't cry and beg brother to let you go when the time comes."