Ning Fan had seen plenty of martial artists who didn't know their own limitations just because they had a bit of strength.
Facing this situation, only the harsh lesson of society could bring them back to their senses.
After a simple meal, Ning Fan and Su Qingcheng made their way to the underground fighting ring mentioned by Zhang Jia.
The location wasn't far, just less than three kilometers from the restaurant.
As soon as they approached the entrance, two tall and burly men stopped Ning Fan in his tracks.
"Show your ticket," one of the brawny men said coldly.
Ning Fan and Su Qingcheng exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison.
"If you don't have one, get lost!" The other brawny man looked Ning Fan up and down with disdain and sneered, "With your scrawny pretty-boy face, you'd probably have opponents kneeling and begging you not to die after two punches."
Having said that, the two men burst into laughter, their mockery ringing out clearly.
