"Alright, since you want to die, I won't stop you. Then, the match can begin!"
Fan Zhenhua's sinister gaze flashed across Jiang Chuan. Although he didn't know Jiang Chuan, he was sure that Jiang Chuan was an enemy, not a friend.
He had been in Yanbei for so many years, and Fan Zhenhua had no shortage of enemies.
"Doucai, don't hold back later, take him out!"
Fan Zhenhua whispered a few words to Doucai, who nodded, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.
Then, the referee announced the rules, but in reality, there were no rules in underground boxing; a fight to the death was accepted.
On the stage, Doucai was cracking his knuckles, getting ready.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chuan was slowly taking off his coat, appearing calm.
Du Chuan, worried, grabbed Jiang Chuan's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jiang, are you sure about this?"
Du Chuan was indeed very worried. He hadn't expected Fan Zhenhua to have such a formidable figure under him.
