Unexpectedly, Ji Wei threw his own words back at him. Yamamoto Yu stared at the vibrant face in front of him, montarily lost in thought.
The sharp-tongued deanor of this little woman—it really seed she had inherited it from soone.
Gu Moqian acted as if he hadn’t heard their conversation. His thin lips pressed together as his gaze remained fixed on the referee standing beside the two fighters.
The referee wore a baseball cap pulled low, a simple T-shirt, and sweatpants. Despite trying to act the part of a referee, Gu Moqian still detected sothing unusual.
The referee’s figure and deanor were strikingly similar to soone familiar.
Gu Moqian’s mind was almost certain, and at that mont, the referee glanced toward the private room.
For a split second, their eyes t. In that brief exchange, Gu Moqian read a hint of that familiar devilish glint in the opponent’s gaze. The corner of his mouth faintly lifted in a subtle arc.
The match continued.
The muscular fighter, humiliated by the kick A Cheng had just landed, roared with unwillingness and fury. Without any hesitation, he charged at A Cheng with both fists swinging.
A Cheng protected his head and dodged, but a few punches still landed on him. Soon, he began to retaliate, abruptly retreating a few steps before leaping forward and kicking both legs directly into the muscular man’s chest.
The man’s thick chest muscles quivered, and he staggered back several steps before regaining his footing.
"You’re dead!"
The muscular man cursed in Japanese and imdiately launched himself at A Cheng without catching his breath.
This ti, instead of punching, he hugged A Cheng tightly and raised his fist to smash it into A Cheng’s head!
A Cheng, being smaller in stature, struggled desperately but couldn’t break free. The heavy punch landed hard on his head, causing him to feel dizzy as his entire head was forced to one side.
The muscular man wasn’t ready to stop, but his grip violated the rules. The referee rushed forward and forcefully separated the muscular man.
The muscular fighter, unwilling to comply, was seconds away from turning on the referee.
Ultimately, he was restrained and issued a red card warning by the referee.
A Cheng, barely managing to stay upright without collapsing, wiped the blood trickling from his mouth and glared coldly and sharply at the muscular man.
The next mont, A Cheng suddenly lunged forward, directly tackling the cursing muscular man.
The muscular man, caught off guard by the powerful montum, was slamd to the ground.
A Cheng straddled him and began furiously punching the muscular man’s face!
The muscular man hadn’t even recovered before taking several punches. His face instantly swelled, turning black and blue.
A Cheng continued beating him down for a while until the muscular man let out a furious roar, channeling sudden strength to toss A Cheng off him and launch a counterattack, pumling A Cheng relentlessly.
Having already spent much of his energy, A Cheng was now completely exhausted, unable to fight back. He took heavy punches that splattered blood, his face growing increasingly pallid.
The referee tried to pull the muscular man away, but he was seeing red, ignoring all rules as he shoved the referee aside and attacked even more fiercely, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face.
After all, with Yamamoto Yu backing him, he had long since cast aside any limits. Killing A Cheng? So what!
"Make your man stop now!" Ji Wei glared sharply at Yamamoto Yu.
Yamamoto Yu leisurely took a sip of tea. "I’m just a spectator watching the match. I have no authority to interfere in matters inside the ring."
What a blatant piece of shalessness!
Ji Wei was so furious she almost poured her tea all over Yamamoto Yu’s face. She turned abruptly and headed out of the private room.
But the man in black at the door blocked her path.
"What is the aning of this?" Ji Wei turned back and asked coldly.
"This match concerns the wager between and Mr. Gu, Miss Ji. It would be best for you not to intervene." Yamamoto Yu lifted his eyelids to look at her.
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