Chen Yu frowned involuntarily; he had never seen such a scene in Suzhou City before.
Below the ring, almost everyone was placing bets, and the cheers echoed throughout the venue.
Among the crowd, there was a particularly sleazy-looking guy, sitting on an elevated platform.
He held two flamboyant women in his arms, his eyes filled with lust and greed.
"Boss Hu, for this match, you should clear a profit of seventy million, right?"
A man stood beside Hu Chong obsequiously, his demeanor several times sleazier than Hu Chong's.
Hu Chong glanced at the man disdainfully, "What, you want a slice of the pie?"
The man snickered, "You promised me one-tenth of the profit. After all, I brought over several of the fighters."
Hu Chong laughed loudly, "Do you think you are someone significant? Just because you found a measly few fighters, you want to carve out one-tenth of the earnings!"
The man's pupils dilated suddenly, "What do you mean by this?"
