4: Boxing champion Wu Poshan

Just as he stepped out of Leng Yunyan's office, the system's mechanical voice rang in Ling Xian's mind.

[Ding! Detected that Lin Feng is approaching his first major opportunity: 'Boxing King Wu Poshan.']

[Successfully recruiting Wu Poshan will seize a major opportunity from Lin Feng.]

[Location: Obsidian Bar underground boxing arena.]

[host, please proceed immediately to intercept.]

Boxing King Wu Poshan was the strongest assistant in the later stages of development.

One could say that if the King of Soldiers Lin Feng hadn't had so many opportunities later on, it would have been impossible for him to be stronger than Boxing King Wu Poshan.

His martial arts talent was several times greater than Lin Feng's.

Before meeting Lin Feng, he had already reached the level of a Rank 1 Martial Artist without any cultivation techniques.

After starting martial arts training, he reached Rank 4 in one year and became a Grandmaster in three.

And this was without any cultivation resources.

Such a genius must be destroyed if he cannot be obtained.

Falling into the hands of an opponent would be a great terror.

"Now?"

A cold light flashed in Ling Xian's eyes, and a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"This person, I'll take him with pleasure."

Inside the rolls-royce, Ling Xian's phone buzzed once.

He opened the phone, and a file was sent over.

The sender was a hacker, one of the top in the world.

But they had never participated in hacker rankings.

Even Ling Xian didn't know their true strength.

The two of them currently had an employer-employee relationship.

"I've sent you the stuff. Your company is quite a mess."

"Thanks. I'll buy you some candy another day!"

This file was full of evidence regarding corruption and legal evasion by shareholders and executives within the Ling Group.

Of course, this was something to be dealt with after Ling Xian recruited Wu Poshan.

Now, he began to recall the plot involving Wu Poshan.

To raise the sky-high surgery fees for his sister, who suffered from a rare congenital heart disease, Wu Poshan had no choice but to enter the most chaotic underground boxing arena in Donghai City to fight in illegal matches.

He was straightforward and valued loyalty; one could say that as long as someone helped him, he would remember it for a lifetime and find a way to repay them several times over.

His strength was at the peak among ordinary people, but because he had overextended his body for a long time, he had several internal injuries.

In the original plot, it was tonight that Lin Feng just happened to pass by the Obsidian Bar.

That's right, the detestable 'just happened to pass by'.

If it wasn't the work of luck and destiny, Ling Xian wouldn't believe it.

Afterward, he witnessed Wu Poshan winning a pyrrhic victory only to have his payment withheld by an unscrupulous boss.

Lin Feng, relying on a seemingly righteous but actually condescending posture, "helped" Wu Poshan get back the money he deserved.

Along the way, he used his set of seemingly profound but actually useless folk remedies to treat the internal injuries.

He gained Wu Poshan's gratitude and loyalty.

From then on, Wu Poshan became one of Lin Feng's most loyal enforcers.

He performed great feats for Lin Feng in conquering Donghai City.

"The most important thing isn't just Wu Poshan himself, but also that by winning him over, Lin Feng took the opportunity to contact and take down 'Black Snake,' the underground boss who controlled that area."

"Through that, he opened up a channel for smuggling rare medicinal herbs."

"He quickly completed his initial capital accumulation and cultivation resources."

Ling Xian instantly sorted out the key points in his mind.

Winning over Wu Poshan could indeed snatch Lin Feng's opportunity, but it wasn't enough; it wasn't enough to deal him a heavy blow.

With a cold expression, Ling Xian instructed the driver in the front seat, "Ling Wu, change course. Go to the Obsidian Bar."

Ling Wu was a middle-aged man with a cold expression and a steady aura.

He was one of the death warriors trained by the Ling Family since childhood, possessing absolute loyalty to the Ling Family, Ling Tianshi, and now Ling Xian.

After Ling Xian returned to Donghai, Ling Tianshi handed over Ling Wu and a portion of the Shadow Guards under his command to Ling Xian.

"Yes, Young Master." The driver called Ling Wu asked no questions. He acted decisively, turning the steering wheel, and the car merged into another stream of traffic.

"illusion dream, open my skill bar and see if there are any skills suitable for gathering underground intelligence or disguising my identity."

Ling Xian muttered in his heart.

Although he had the advantage of foresight, he still had to ensure everything was foolproof when playing the game.

He couldn't afford to be bitten back by a venomous snake... Obsidian Bar, underground boxing arena.

The place was filled with a peculiar, pungent smell.

There was sweat, there was blood... deafening shouts and curses were everywhere, venting the body's dopamine.

Under the spotlights, on a crude ring, two figures were fighting to the death.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

This feeling of fist meeting flesh was indeed exhilarating.

No wonder so many people liked watching boxing.

Unfortunately, Ling Xian was past the time of enjoying such sights.

If he had just transmigrated, he would have liked it.

But now, his own strength was too great.

Watching these people fight was like watching slow motion, full of openings.

There was no pleasure to speak of.

On the ring, one of them wasn't particularly tall, but his muscle lines were like steel-reinforced concrete, and his bronze skin was covered in a mix of old and new scars.

His eyes were fierce, like an injured Lone Wolf.

Every punch carried a desperate ruthlessness.

The one with this drive was none other than Ling Xian's target, Wu Poshan.

His opponent was a large man, a size bigger than him.

But his movements were noticeably slower than Wu Poshan's.

Every punch from the large man felt like hitting cotton.

"Have the guts to stop hiding!"

But Wu Poshan didn't waste any words on him.

The large man had already been forced into a steady retreat by Wu Poshan's suicidal fighting style.

For every punch the large man landed on Wu Poshan, Wu Poshan returned several, and with even greater force.

Boom!

Wu Poshan landed a fierce elbow strike heavily on the large man's temple, and the latter collapsed without a sound.

After the referee stepped forward to count him out, he raised Wu Poshan's hand to signal victory.

The crowd below immediately erupted in fanatical cheers: "Lone Wolf Wu Poshan!"

"Lone Wolf!"

"Lone Wolf!"

Of course, there were also curses from those who had lost money.

Wu Poshan panted heavily, sweat sliding down his angular face.

Without even looking, he walked toward a fat man wearing a thick gold chain in front of the ring.

The owner of the boxing arena, Brother Hui!

With a fake smile, Brother Hui walked to the front of the ring and patted Wu Poshan's shoulder.

At the same time, he picked up a microphone: "Haha, our 'Lone Wolf' Wu Poshan has once again proven his strength!

Everyone, cheer for him!"

However, after stepping down, all he handed Wu Poshan was a thin envelope.

Compared to the frantic betting of the audience in the stands, it seemed exceptionally pathetic.

Wu Poshan opened the envelope and counted it several times, his face instantly darkening: "Brother Hui, this isn't the amount we agreed on.

We clearly agreed on fifty thousand for a win. There's only ten thousand here."

The smile on Brother Hui's face tightened. He leaned in and lowered his voice, his tone carrying a threat: "Wu Poshan, don't be ungrateful. Your value isn't as high as it was at the start.

Your sister's illness is a bottomless pit. Be satisfied that I can give you a way to earn a living.

Take this ten thousand and get lost. Buy your sister something good to eat."

Wu Poshan's fists clenched tight, the fire of rage burning in his eyes.

But seeing several thugs quietly surrounding him...

And thinking of his sister lying in the hospital...

He finally relaxed again.

"Hehe, Wu Poshan, don't get excited.

If you really can't make ends meet, you can throw matches in the future.

When the time comes, I'll give you eighty thousand a match."