37: Betting on boxing (3.1K coins, please support!)

The moment the metal door slid open, a complex stench assaulted his nostrils.

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, adjusting to the light in the secret room. Dozens of hours ago, this was where he diagnosed parts, but dozens of hours later, it was no different from a slaughterhouse's sewer.

'club... Hmph.' Jiang Feng smiled faintly in his heart.

Han Tianyu was tied to a chair, next to his 'comrade in suffering,' Old Wang.

His suit collar was torn open, large patches of cold sweat soaked his shirt, his face was filled with despair and fear, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing Jiang Feng enter, he struggled forward as if grasping at a life raft, making the metal chair creak.

"Brother Feng! This is all a misunderstanding! I was just misled by someone, momentarily possessed by a ghost!"

Beside him, Old Wang's face was swollen and shiny, like a pig's head soaked in water; his eyes were barely visible.

His voice was tearful, wailing loudly: "Brother Feng! I was wrong! Han Tianyu forced me! He said..."

Han Tianyu interrupted him: "Bullshit! You clearly hated Jiang..."

Jiang Feng pulled out the revolver shotgun from his waist, which Noli had specially permitted him to bring in.

"Bang!"

Two gunshots almost merged into one. The first shot blew off Old Wang's skull, splattering brain matter on the concrete wall. The second shot turned Han Tianyu's head into a rotten watermelon.

Gunsmoke lingered at the muzzle, and the sound echoed loudly in the confined space.

Noli's expression changed slightly. She stared at Jiang Feng, noticing that his pupils hadn't even contracted when he fired.

"Beautiful!" Jasmine emerged from the shadows, her high heels stepping in the pool of blood as if on a red carpet.

A strange light flickered in her eyes: "I thought you'd say a few more words."

Jiang Feng spun the cylinder, and the spent casings clinked to the ground. He shook out the unused bullets too and put them in his pocket.

Noli's stance relaxed, but then, more questions flooded her mind: 'How is he so calm? How is he so skilled?'

"Talking won't change anything." He holstered his gun and turned to Jasmine.

"I don't need to deal with the bodies, do I?" Jiang Feng asked, knowing the answer.

Jasmine's breathing quickened slightly; the foul air in the secret room seemed to possess a certain magic.

She threw a flirtatious glance, leaned forward, and hooked Jiang Feng's arm, deliberately letting her off-the-shoulder top slip a bit, revealing a large expanse of fair skin: "I need a companion for tonight's zero-gravity boxing match at club."

Her voice was full of temptation, her breath like orchids, wafting by Jiang Feng's ear.

Jiang Feng frowned.

This was her second invitation.

"Consider it after-sales service." Jasmine stepped back, her red lips pursed: "After all, you fixed the cage."

Jiang Feng glanced at Noli; the female bodyguard's eyes held a hint of helplessness. He finally nodded.

The blue light of the fighting cage pierced through club's neon mist, illuminating the entire venue like a dream.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The host's roar, amplified by the loudspeaker, made the floor tremble.

"Tonight's Dance of Death — Steel versus Flesh!"

The audience erupted in screams.

Jiang Feng sat in the VIP box, Jasmine pressed close to him, the warmth of her thigh seeping through her black stockings.

In the cage, the exoskeleton fighter was undergoing a final check. Across from him stood a two-meter-tall robot, still and silent.

Holographic advertisements exploded in the air, their dazzling light and shadow reflected in Jasmine's pupils, giving her a touch of wild orange-red.

"Want to make a bet?" Jasmine's lips almost touched Jiang Feng's ear.

She swirled her champagne glass, the clinking of ice cubes crisp and clear amidst the din.

"I'm betting on... the robot!" Her tone became playful.

"I don't gamble." Jiang Feng remained unmoved.

"Come on, come on..." Jasmine pouted, seeing he was still cold and unresponsive.

Noli, beside them, sighed almost imperceptibly, thinking: 'If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to. Why keep pushing? What's the point?'

"I don't want your bet. If I lose, I'll grant you one wish!"

Hearing this, Jiang Feng finally showed interest. He sized up Jasmine: "Anything?"

Jasmine narrowed her eyes, then chuckled softly: "Anything!"

Jiang Feng nodded slightly. He carefully observed the exoskeleton fighter and the robot, his gaze sharp, immediately noticing that the robot's joint protection was inadequate, made of engineering plastic, especially the leg and hip joints.

If he were the fighter, he would definitely attack there. Once a gap was opened, the wire harness would be exposed. Destroy the wire harness, and the victory would be decided.

The fighter's appearance was not fierce; he had a high nose bridge and was very calm. Facing the audience's cheers, his eyes were fixed on his opponent.

Jiang Feng frowned slightly, his tone flat: "I bet on the man."

"Oh?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure? This fighter is challenging zero-gravity for the first time today."

"The robot has weaknesses, and its software is too rigid." Jiang Feng pointed: "Look at the algorithm delay when it turns."

Jasmine squinted, then stared, but couldn't see it, shaking her head in frustration.

Just as she was about to say something, the bell suddenly rang.

"Round one, begin!"

The gravity generator in the cage shut off, and the two fighters instantly floated. The robot attacked first, launching a swift and powerful kick that sent it flying towards its opponent, its iron fist swinging with dazzling speed.

The iron fist grazed the exoskeleton fighter's helmet, leaving a dent in the cage wall.

A gasp went through the audience.

The fighter tried to counterattack but lost his footing, flying several meters and crashing into the cage.

The audience burst into laughter.

Jasmine's soft complaint sounded: "It seems your judgment isn't so great after all... You're going to lose terribly!"

Jiang Feng remained silent. The robot and the fighter exchanged a few more blows. The fighter took a left hook, and his bulletproof glass visor instantly shattered.

Immediately after, he took a straight punch, and the exoskeleton frame on his arm instantly bent, sparking.

"It looks like the fighter won't even last the first round! Come on! Don't get knocked out with one hit!"

The host incited the crowd's emotions, and many gamblers who had bet on the robot were already glowing with excitement.

"I'll give you another chance to change your bet." Jasmine whispered softly to Jiang Feng, her long legs encased in black stockings subtly brushing against his trousers: "Will you change it?"

Noli couldn't bear to watch anymore. She let out a soft cough but was met with a fierce glare from Jasmine, who turned her head.

The female bodyguard lowered her head in distress: 'What is all this about!'

"No change." Jiang Feng was in his most clear-headed state, completely disinclined to respond.

Jasmine snorted and turned her head to look at the fighting cage.

Just then, the fighter, who had been passively taking hits, suddenly reversed his body. Like Tarzan, he pulled with his arms, swung his body, and continuously dodged the robot's attack routes.

With astonishing comprehension and reaction, he moved several times to get behind the robot, tightly wrapping his arms around its neck.

The next second, just as the robot was about to launch a counter-joint attack, he suddenly kicked off.

The robot instantly began to spin in the air, back and forth, back and forth, its joints constantly switching, but unable to form an attack.

"Look, he's going to attack!"

"The robot can't dodge!"

"Dodge, you rotten tin can!"

In the audience, people were stunned. Many had noticed the clue and began to shout wildly.

The fighter curled his body, pushed off the cage with both feet, and shot out, his metal boot savagely kicking the robot's hip joint.

Jiang Feng's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile.

The next three minutes were like a nightmare. The fighter gradually mastered the rhythm of zero-gravity combat, while the robot's movements became increasingly predictable due to program limitations.

Finally, a precise knee strike shattered the robot's balance system.

This was followed by a barrage of continuous attacks until the robot's battery compartment sparked.

"Hmph!" Jasmine fumed, slamming her wine glass to the ground. Glass shards splashed near Jiang Feng's shoes.

She suddenly laughed again, almost sprawling onto Jiang Feng: "You won. Now..."

Jasmine whispered, her fingertips tracing Jiang Feng's collar: "You can have anything you want."

The temperature in the private box seemed to rise abruptly.

Jiang Feng could smell Jasmine's perfume, mixed with the scent of champagne, forming an alluring fragrance.

Noli stood by the door, her large frame turning halfway, keeping an eye on Jasmine's safety only with her peripheral vision.

"Delete the footage." Jiang Feng said.

Jasmine froze, her fair fingers tensed, her high heel clattered to the floor, and her delicate foot curled up.

'This damned man, I've invited him twice. What kind of Bad Guy can resist this?'

'Could it be... this Bad Guy is impotent?'

At this thought, Jasmine glanced at Jiang Feng's lower half.

Jiang Feng naturally understood what she was thinking. He waved his hand in front of Jasmine's eyes.

"Stop looking, I'm perfectly normal."

Jasmine looked unconvinced, muttering inwardly: 'No tent? Normal, my ass!'

"The footage of me killing." Jiang Feng looked at her calmly: "Delete it. That's what I want."

The flush in Jasmine's eyes gradually faded. She composed herself, slowly sitting upright, like a snake retracting its fangs.

Behind her, Noli's lips were tightly pressed. She bit her teeth hard, her upper body still trembling uncontrollably. She could only desperately pinch the web of her hand to suppress her smile with pain.

"Interesting." Jasmine shook her head slightly, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

She shook her wristband, brought up the footage she had just recorded, and permanently deleted it in front of Jiang Feng.

"Satisfied?" She asked indifferently.

Jiang Feng didn't bother to argue with her about whether there was a backup of the footage. What he had just done was to show his attitude, nothing more.

He was not some random cat or dog that anyone could control. His relationship with Jasmine was best kept as a collaboration. He possessed two great treasures: the Miniature Galaxy and the Cybrex Warforge.

In time, someone of Jasmine's status wouldn't even be worthy of looking up at him.

'Unless you can bring me greater value.'

Silently scrutinizing Jasmine, Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze: "Also, I want the robot's remains."

Jasmine acquiesced. After all, she hadn't truly deleted the backup of the footage, and Jiang Feng's "second request" was not at all out of line.

She narrowed her eyes: "You want to fix it?"

"Yes, to protect the safety of my home." Jiang Feng stood up: "Farewell."

As he walked out of club, Jiang Feng touched the grip of his revolver.

The night wind, carrying the exhaust fumes of District 03, blew in his face.

He recalled Jasmine's final expression, that excitement of a hunter discovering new prey, which nothing could conceal.

A faint smile played on Jiang Feng's lips, and he sneered inwardly.

'Don't play with fire, woman.'

The moment the metal door slid open, a complex stench assaulted his nostrils.

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, adjusting to the light in the secret room. Dozens of hours ago, this was where he diagnosed parts, but dozens of hours later, it was no different from a slaughterhouse's sewer.

'club... Hmph.' Jiang Feng smiled faintly in his heart.

Han Tianyu was tied to a chair, next to his 'comrade in suffering,' Old Wang.

His suit collar was torn open, large patches of cold sweat soaked his shirt, his face was filled with despair and fear, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing Jiang Feng enter, he struggled forward as if grasping at a life raft, making the metal chair creak.

"Brother Feng! This is all a misunderstanding! I was just misled by someone, momentarily possessed by a ghost!"

Beside him, Old Wang's face was swollen and shiny, like a pig's head soaked in water; his eyes were barely visible.

His voice was tearful, wailing loudly: "Brother Feng! I was wrong! Han Tianyu forced me! He said..."

Han Tianyu interrupted him: "Bullshit! You clearly hated Jiang..."

Jiang Feng pulled out the revolver shotgun from his waist, which Noli had specially permitted him to bring in.

"Bang!"

Two gunshots almost merged into one. The first shot blew off Old Wang's skull, splattering brain matter on the concrete wall. The second shot turned Han Tianyu's head into a rotten watermelon.

Gunsmoke lingered at the muzzle, and the sound echoed loudly in the confined space.

Noli's expression changed slightly. She stared at Jiang Feng, noticing that his pupils hadn't even contracted when he fired.

"Beautiful!" Jasmine emerged from the shadows, her high heels stepping in the pool of blood as if on a red carpet.

A strange light flickered in her eyes: "I thought you'd say a few more words."

Jiang Feng spun the cylinder, and the spent casings clinked to the ground. He shook out the unused bullets too and put them in his pocket.

Noli's stance relaxed, but then, more questions flooded her mind: 'How is he so calm? How is he so skilled?'

"Talking won't change anything." He holstered his gun and turned to Jasmine.

"I don't need to deal with the bodies, do I?" Jiang Feng asked, knowing the answer.

Jasmine's breathing quickened slightly; the foul air in the secret room seemed to possess a certain magic.

She threw a flirtatious glance, leaned forward, and hooked Jiang Feng's arm, deliberately letting her off-the-shoulder top slip a bit, revealing a large expanse of fair skin: "I need a companion for tonight's zero-gravity boxing match at club."

Her voice was full of temptation, her breath like orchids, wafting by Jiang Feng's ear.

Jiang Feng frowned.

This was her second invitation.

"Consider it after-sales service." Jasmine stepped back, her red lips pursed: "After all, you fixed the cage."

Jiang Feng glanced at Noli; the female bodyguard's eyes held a hint of helplessness. He finally nodded.

The blue light of the fighting cage pierced through club's neon mist, illuminating the entire venue like a dream.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The host's roar, amplified by the loudspeaker, made the floor tremble.

"Tonight's Dance of Death — Steel versus Flesh!"

The audience erupted in screams.

Jiang Feng sat in the VIP box, Jasmine pressed close to him, the warmth of her thigh seeping through her black stockings.

In the cage, the exoskeleton fighter was undergoing a final check. Across from him stood a two-meter-tall robot, still and silent.

Holographic advertisements exploded in the air, their dazzling light and shadow reflected in Jasmine's pupils, giving her a touch of wild orange-red.

"Want to make a bet?" Jasmine's lips almost touched Jiang Feng's ear.

She swirled her champagne glass, the clinking of ice cubes crisp and clear amidst the din.

"I'm betting on... the robot!" Her tone became playful.

"I don't gamble." Jiang Feng remained unmoved.

"Come on, come on..." Jasmine pouted, seeing he was still cold and unresponsive.

Noli, beside them, sighed almost imperceptibly, thinking: 'If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to. Why keep pushing? What's the point?'

"I don't want your bet. If I lose, I'll grant you one wish!"

Hearing this, Jiang Feng finally showed interest. He sized up Jasmine: "Anything?"

Jasmine narrowed her eyes, then chuckled softly: "Anything!"

Jiang Feng nodded slightly. He carefully observed the exoskeleton fighter and the robot, his gaze sharp, immediately noticing that the robot's joint protection was inadequate, made of engineering plastic, especially the leg and hip joints.

If he were the fighter, he would definitely attack there. Once a gap was opened, the wire harness would be exposed. Destroy the wire harness, and the victory would be decided.

The fighter's appearance was not fierce; he had a high nose bridge and was very calm. Facing the audience's cheers, his eyes were fixed on his opponent.

Jiang Feng frowned slightly, his tone flat: "I bet on the man."

"Oh?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure? This fighter is challenging zero-gravity for the first time today."

"The robot has weaknesses, and its software is too rigid." Jiang Feng pointed: "Look at the algorithm delay when it turns."

Jasmine squinted, then stared, but couldn't see it, shaking her head in frustration.

Just as she was about to say something, the bell suddenly rang.

"Round one, begin!"

The gravity generator in the cage shut off, and the two fighters instantly floated. The robot attacked first, launching a swift and powerful kick that sent it flying towards its opponent, its iron fist swinging with dazzling speed.

The iron fist grazed the exoskeleton fighter's helmet, leaving a dent in the cage wall.

A gasp went through the audience.

The fighter tried to counterattack but lost his footing, flying several meters and crashing into the cage.

The audience burst into laughter.

Jasmine's soft complaint sounded: "It seems your judgment isn't so great after all... You're going to lose terribly!"

Jiang Feng remained silent. The robot and the fighter exchanged a few more blows. The fighter took a left hook, and his bulletproof glass visor instantly shattered.

Immediately after, he took a straight punch, and the exoskeleton frame on his arm instantly bent, sparking.

"It looks like the fighter won't even last the first round! Come on! Don't get knocked out with one hit!"

The host incited the crowd's emotions, and many gamblers who had bet on the robot were already glowing with excitement.

"I'll give you another chance to change your bet." Jasmine whispered softly to Jiang Feng, her long legs encased in black stockings subtly brushing against his trousers: "Will you change it?"

Noli couldn't bear to watch anymore. She let out a soft cough but was met with a fierce glare from Jasmine, who turned her head.

The female bodyguard lowered her head in distress: 'What is all this about!'

"No change." Jiang Feng was in his most clear-headed state, completely disinclined to respond.

Jasmine snorted and turned her head to look at the fighting cage.

Just then, the fighter, who had been passively taking hits, suddenly reversed his body. Like Tarzan, he pulled with his arms, swung his body, and continuously dodged the robot's attack routes.

With astonishing comprehension and reaction, he moved several times to get behind the robot, tightly wrapping his arms around its neck.

The next second, just as the robot was about to launch a counter-joint attack, he suddenly kicked off.

The robot instantly began to spin in the air, back and forth, back and forth, its joints constantly switching, but unable to form an attack.

"Look, he's going to attack!"

"The robot can't dodge!"

"Dodge, you rotten tin can!"

In the audience, people were stunned. Many had noticed the clue and began to shout wildly.

The fighter curled his body, pushed off the cage with both feet, and shot out, his metal boot savagely kicking the robot's hip joint.

Jiang Feng's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile.

The next three minutes were like a nightmare. The fighter gradually mastered the rhythm of zero-gravity combat, while the robot's movements became increasingly predictable due to program limitations.

Finally, a precise knee strike shattered the robot's balance system.

This was followed by a barrage of continuous attacks until the robot's battery compartment sparked.

"Hmph!" Jasmine fumed, slamming her wine glass to the ground. Glass shards splashed near Jiang Feng's shoes.

She suddenly laughed again, almost sprawling onto Jiang Feng: "You won. Now..."

Jasmine whispered, her fingertips tracing Jiang Feng's collar: "You can have anything you want."

The temperature in the private box seemed to rise abruptly.

Jiang Feng could smell Jasmine's perfume, mixed with the scent of champagne, forming an alluring fragrance.

Noli stood by the door, her large frame turning halfway, keeping an eye on Jasmine's safety only with her peripheral vision.

"Delete the footage." Jiang Feng said.

Jasmine froze, her fair fingers tensed, her high heel clattered to the floor, and her delicate foot curled up.

'This damned man, I've invited him twice. What kind of Bad Guy can resist this?'

'Could it be... this Bad Guy is impotent?'

At this thought, Jasmine glanced at Jiang Feng's lower half.

Jiang Feng naturally understood what she was thinking. He waved his hand in front of Jasmine's eyes.

"Stop looking, I'm perfectly normal."

Jasmine looked unconvinced, muttering inwardly: 'No tent? Normal, my ass!'

"The footage of me killing." Jiang Feng looked at her calmly: "Delete it. That's what I want."

The flush in Jasmine's eyes gradually faded. She composed herself, slowly sitting upright, like a snake retracting its fangs.

Behind her, Noli's lips were tightly pressed. She bit her teeth hard, her upper body still trembling uncontrollably. She could only desperately pinch the web of her hand to suppress her smile with pain.

"Interesting." Jasmine shook her head slightly, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

She shook her wristband, brought up the footage she had just recorded, and permanently deleted it in front of Jiang Feng.

"Satisfied?" She asked indifferently.

Jiang Feng didn't bother to argue with her about whether there was a backup of the footage. What he had just done was to show his attitude, nothing more.

He was not some random cat or dog that anyone could control. His relationship with Jasmine was best kept as a collaboration. He possessed two great treasures: the Miniature Galaxy and the Cybrex Warforge.

In time, someone of Jasmine's status wouldn't even be worthy of looking up at him.

'Unless you can bring me greater value.'

Silently scrutinizing Jasmine, Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze: "Also, I want the robot's remains."

Jasmine acquiesced. After all, she hadn't truly deleted the backup of the footage, and Jiang Feng's "second request" was not at all out of line.

She narrowed her eyes: "You want to fix it?"

"Yes, to protect the safety of my home." Jiang Feng stood up: "Farewell."

As he walked out of club, Jiang Feng touched the grip of his revolver.

The night wind, carrying the exhaust fumes of District 03, blew in his face.

He recalled Jasmine's final expression, that excitement of a hunter discovering new prey, which nothing could conceal.

A faint smile played on Jiang Feng's lips, and he sneered inwardly.

'Don't play with fire, woman.'