C8 Earn Money and Kill People!

In the underground fighting ring of N City, Pei Yu and a portly middle-aged man in a suit made their way to the venue.

"Are you sure you want to enter the fray?" Goldy sized up Pei Yu, seeking confirmation.

"Absolutely. I'm entitled to 90% of the prize money. You're not going to cheat me, are you?"

"Relax. If you win at least two fights tonight, you're guaranteed to rake in a hefty sum."

Goldy flashed two fingers, and with his grin, a pair of gleaming gold teeth came into view. Pei Yu understood immediately—that was the signal for two million!

"Let's get one thing straight, though. Your opponents tonight are all martial artists of high First Grade or above. You'll need to sign a life and death contract first. If you perish, I'll give your sister two hundred thousand yuan."

"No need for that."

Pei Yu was confident in his abilities; he didn't anticipate any mishaps.

"Goldy, this guy's got some nerve. He's that confident?"

As Pei Yu ascended the platform, a boss in a blue suit approached with his entourage of bodyguards.

"I'm hoping he puts on a good show. But it looks like his luck's run out tonight. Damn, I've taken quite a hit this month."

Goldy, puffing on a cigar, shook his head at the sight of Pei Yu's retreating figure, his confidence in the fighter waning. He'd been down by several hundred thousand yuan that month.

Half an hour later, Pei Yu nonchalantly descended from the stage, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

"Goldy, my money?"

Goldy was momentarily lost in a fog, still captivated by Pei Yu's recent display and slow to snap back to reality.

It wasn't until Pei Yu called out to him that he sprang into action, cigar clamped between his teeth as he hurriedly processed the transfer on his phone.

Moments later, Pei Yu's phone pinged with a notification.

"Two million yuan deposited!"

"A pleasure doing business!" Goldy beamed with a newfound smile. Pei Yu had just clinched victory in five consecutive rounds, dispatching his opponents with swift finality—he was unstoppable!

In the brief span it took to brew a cup of tea, he had dominated five bouts.

Goldy and his companions were left utterly astonished by the spectacle. They all stood agape, as if they had just witnessed the impossible.

On the battlefield, martial artists of the First and Second Grade were inconsequential in Pei Yu's presence.

Goldy was convinced that with Pei Yu as his cash cow, he'd be raking in profits hand over fist.

Inviting a Second Grade martial artist to the underground fights would cost him millions, and even then, there was no guarantee of securing one.

A fighter of Pei Yu's caliber, vastly outclassing the Second Grade, was a rare find in the underground circuit.

Collaborating with Pei Yu could potentially net Goldy more than he'd earned in over a decade of managing.

"There are three more fights tomorrow. Where are you staying? I'll come pick you up," Goldy said, leaning in close to Pei Yu after making the payment.

"I'll pay double. You're with me tomorrow," interjected Boss Yan, Goldy's wealthy and assertive friend.

"Yan, that's out of line."

"When you have money like I do, rules don't apply," Boss Yan retorted.

An argument broke out between Boss Yan and Goldy.

"I merely dipped my toes in this underground competition. I've no plans to go pro."

Pei Yu declined both offers. His strength had surpassed even his own expectations. With a mere 20% effort, he could dominate his opponents, leaving them unable to even lift their heads.

Such trivial bouts did little to enhance Pei Yu's combat prowess.

Thus, Pei Yu had no intention of relying on mere brawling to grow stronger.

"I'll give you 10 million yuan a month, just to join me for five matches," Boss Yan proposed, flashing a finger, which left Goldy dumbfounded.

He didn't have that kind of money.

"No, thanks," Pei Yu responded, shaking his head.

"Kid, don't push your luck!"

"You've got a sister, haven't you? If you care for her safety, you'll do as I say," Boss Yan threatened, upon being rebuffed.

With his underworld clout, Boss Yan was capable of anything—his threat was no idle one.

The surrounding crowd glanced his way, sensing his volatile temper. He was openly intimidating Pei Yu.

"You're out of your league!"

As Boss Yan finished his threat, Pei Yu swiftly grabbed him and delivered a resounding slap.

"Release our boss!"

The bodyguards of Boss Yan were ready to draw their weapons and defend him at a moment's notice.

However, in the blink of an eye, their faces turned to stone.

With a swift strike of his palm, Pei Yu sent Boss Yan's head spinning like a fan, completing five or six revolutions before coming to a halt.

Ultimately, he fixed the bodyguards with an odd, piercing look.

Boss Yan was dead.