Ding swung a fist towards his opponent, his knuckles locking with his nose. Blood poured out from his nose as his body fell unconscious to the ground with a loud thud. He wiped the blood which had splattered onto his cheek with the back of his hand and turned his attention to the approaching men who dragged Lian towards him.
"Boss, here's the intruder. What should we do with him? Have our men kill him in the ring?"
Ding leaned over the three inch thick ropes surrounding the square ring. He looked down at Lian's small figure between his huge men.
"What do you mean kill him? He's my pet and nobody apart from me gets to decide his fate. Got that?"
"Yes sir," they answered in unison.
"Good, now come here."
Lian pointed to himself," Me?"
He turned to him with a raised brow," Who else would I be talking to."
