Che Xiaoxiao scoffed dismissively and said, "What do you know? This is called 'violent art.' It's not a place you just decide to visit; I had to move heaven and earth to get these few tickets. Don't fail to appreciate what you're given."
"But this makes me uncomfortable," Zhao Yating said a bit plaintively. She did not understand any so-called art in violence; all she knew was that it made her feel terrible.
"Then don't look. Just close your eyes," Che Xiaoxiao said indifferently, then turned her attention back to the ring.
"Oh," Zhao Yating replied somewhat aggrieved and indeed closed her eyes.
Meanwhile, Luo Tong and Zhang Jia were as excited as Che Xiaoxiao, their faces flush with exhilaration, as it was their first time witnessing live underground fighting.
Just then, a young man about their age stepped onto the stage.
At his appearance, Zhang Jia couldn't help but startle, "Why is he here?"
"You know him?" Che Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask curiously.
