Chapter 53

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Unlike the C-level competition, the B-level competition venue is much larger. It is a two-story venue, with the ring located downstairs in a pit three meters deep, and the audience seats upstairs, providing a bird's-eye view of the match.

The ring is not like a boxing ring but is set up with a scene that changes frequently according to the theme.

Today's theme is a Western restaurant.

The rectangular pit, ten meters long and five meters wide, is set up just like a Western restaurant. The walls are adorned with beautiful wallpaper, and the floor is covered with wooden planks. The tables are neatly arranged with plates, knives, and forks, and elegant tall candles are lit. There is a bar by one wall, stocked with various fine wines...

If it weren't for the rows of spectators sitting above three meters, anyone might mistake this place for a real Western restaurant.

Two female servers dressed in maid outfits are pretending to work, one wiping tall wine glasses at the bar, the other mopping the floor.

Their maid outfits are clearly of the erotic variety, with cleavage exposed at the top and gaps at the bottom, and their white thighs wrapped in black stockings have already caught the attention of many spectators.

A grand piano is placed by the wall, and a slender man in a tuxedo is playing sentimental music.

Wang Ge is waiting at the entrance disguised as a restaurant door, which is actually a boxer's entrance. He is dressed in a suit, as if he were a guest at a Western restaurant. This outfit makes him very uncomfortable and uneasy. He loosened his tie, feeling a bit more comfortable.

He really can't understand what these rich people are thinking. If they want to fight, why do they need to create so many gimmicks?

The answer is simple: this way, they can make more money. Wang Ge hears the sound of a church bell outside, which is, of course, simulated and serves as a signal for him to make his entrance.

So, Wang Ge pushes the door open and walks out.

He doesn't hear the host's enthusiastic introduction or the audience's frenzied cheers, nor does he feel the hot, smoky, and sweaty air—this is completely different from the C-level competition.

Everything in front of him looks like a normal Western restaurant. Wang Ge looks up and sees the spectators sitting above him, like gods looking down.

The front row is always reserved for the most prestigious guests. They smoke cigars, drink brandy, and embrace beautiful women, chatting with their friends as if they are watching an art film.

The spectators in the back rows are no longer ordinary people like in the C-level competition. They are provided with sofas and often come with female companions or friends, dressed and behaving as if they are on vacation...

Clearly, the higher the competition level, the more the customer base changes, and the tastes of the wealthy spectators also differ. This is the current state of the B-level competition.

When Wang Ge looks up at them, he feels a strong sense of oppression.

The wealthy spectators are like gods in the sky, cold and indifferent. In their eyes, the boxers are like ants.

They look down on the ring as if they are children playing with crickets.

When a cricket loses an arm or a leg, or even dies, the children laugh, feeling no sympathy or emotion.

The cricket can only pitifully fight in its small jar until it dies.

In the front row, a well-dressed young man was talking to his friend, but when he saw Wang Ge, he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes fixed on Wang Ge, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"What? Xiao Er, do you know him?" His friend is a young man with seven silver rings piercing his left ear from top to bottom. This young man has fine eyebrows and long eyes, looking quite handsome, but his arrogance makes him seem aloof.

Even when talking to Xiao Er, he speaks like a big brother to a little brother, and in fact, in the Mountain City base, his status is high enough to treat Xiao Er as a junior.

Xiao Er is the same person who tipped Wang Ge during his first C-level match. Although he is called Xiao Er, few people in the entire Mountain City base dare to call him that.

He is the second son of the Liang family, one of the four major families in Mountain City, and his full name is Liang Jiaju. In the circle of rich and powerful in Mountain City, he is a figure who can act with impunity, known as "Second Master"!

His friend is from the Ye family, the leading family among the four major families in Mountain City. His father is the governor of Mountain City, Ye Rongtian.

He is the young master of the Ye family, Ye Tianlong.

"Sure, Brother Long," Xiao Er, Liang Jiaju, said with a smile. "When Brother Li came last time, I accompanied him to a C-level match, and we happened to see this guy's debut. He's a very strong newcomer, and I lost one million to Brother Li because of him."

Damn, is he trying to get close to Brother Li? I won't let him get away with it, damn it! A flash of anger crossed Ye Tianlong's eyes, but he smiled and said, "One million is nothing to you! Ha ha, but I'm interested in this strong newcomer. Is he called Da Wang? Since it's his first B-level match, why don't we bet on it?"

Ye Tianlong knows that someone named Wang Ge saved his grandfather's life with Feipeng grass, but he doesn't know the details. His family treats him as a playboy, so they don't tell him everything, and he doesn't know that the person in the ring is Wang Ge.

Of course, even if he knew, it probably wouldn't affect his competition with Liang Jiaju. In the circle of rich and powerful in Mountain City, he is the recognized leader and can't let Liang Jiaju use Brother Li's influence to get ahead.

Brother Li may be powerful, but he is far away. The Ye family is the local power in Mountain City, and this is their territory!

"Sure!" Liang Jiaju clapped his hands without hesitation. "If Brother Long is interested, I'll join in."

Ye Tianlong narrowed his eyes and smiled, staring at Liang Jiaju casually. "How much do you want to bet?"

"Up to you!" Liang Jiaju turned to caress the woman beside him, turning his back to Ye Tianlong.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Tianlong's eyes. "Let's make it one million, then. Since you bet one million with Brother Li, let's bet one million today, too."

Liang Jiaju turned and grinned. "Sure, Brother Long!"

Ye Tianlong's smile grew wider, and he finally laughed, slapping Liang Jiaju on the back and pointing to the ring with his cigar. "Watch the fight!"

Liang Jiaju subtly pulled the corner of his mouth and, when he turned, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Wang Ge doesn't know that a power struggle among the rich and powerful in the VIP seats has involved him. At this moment, he is facing a female server.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we are not open for business yet. Please come back in half an hour. Thank you for your cooperation." The server who was mopping the floor stood in front of Wang Ge, reciting the pre-designed lines as if she were a real server.

Wang Ge collected his thoughts and looked at the server through his eye mask. His lines are few, and of course, they can't be many; this isn't a movie.

So, Wang Ge's line is just one. He said coldly, "I want to eat now!"

After saying that, Wang Ge kicked over a table in a show of arrogance, causing a loud clatter. The plates shattered, and the knives and forks bounced on the floor, making a "ding ding dang dang" sound.

"Ah—" The server screamed and retreated. At this moment, the door disguised as the kitchen was pushed open, and a man in a white chef's uniform with a scar on his face walked out.

This scar-faced man is very muscular. The white chef's uniform, which could have made him look handsome, is stretched tight by his muscles. The most striking feature is the scar on his face, running from his eye to his mouth. The stitches are large, making it look like a centipede.

The scar-faced man strode out, and many of the relaxed spectators stopped their banter with their companions, straightening up to look down at the ring disguised as a Western restaurant.

"Old B-level boxer, Scar, Silver Medalist," a spectator pointed at the scar-faced man and introduced him to his friend. "Although he's only an eighth-level life, I always think he has the potential to fight at the A-level! As for the other one, ha ha, he's just a newcomer from the C-level, only a sixth-level life. To see who has a better chance of winning, just look at the odds. Trust me, bet on Scar!"

Different spectators in different places, but their words are similar.

These words also reached the ears of Ye Tianlong and Liang Jiaju. They smiled at each other, like close friends. Ye Tianlong said, "It looks like you have a good chance this time!"

"Ha ha, I think so too," Liang Jiaju raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, the aura of a scion of a major family was evident.

The two were about to say more when they suddenly heard a thunderous roar from the ring below: "Get out—"

They quickly looked down and saw the scar-faced man casually flip a table, which whirled through the air toward Wang Ge.

The table, though not large, is made of solid wood and weighs at least 200 pounds, showing the immense strength of the scar-faced man.

This move was a show of force. Wang Ge calmly slid back three meters, narrowly avoiding the table. But as the table fell, another table "thumped" down from behind!

This time, the table didn't roll but came straight, with both power and speed. The first table was just a feint, and the second table was the real attack!

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