In the gloomy underground boxing arena, heavy metal music was still deafening. The arrival of Muyi and his entourage had invigorated the spectators, their excitement accelerated like a shot of adrenaline.
Meanwhile, in an office of the boxing arena.
A burly man, looking through the glass at Muyi and others in the not too distant box, his face grave, said, "Boss, are we really going to accept the Japanese challenge?"
"Yes."
The person in charge of the underground boxing ring, a middle-aged man named Nalan Xuan, nodded with a resolute attitude.
"Boss, although I don't know who those guys are, just by the way they walk, they're trained, tough to handle." The burly man hesitated, reminding, "Should we ask the Little Prince?"
