Chapter 1712: Chapter 1145: I’ll Be Damned! Without further ado, Jiang Chen decisively placed his bet, following the Taoist nun’s final advice, betting on the white guy to win. A bet of one million. Small bets for amusement, big bets harm your health. If you bet too much, the Taoist nun’s lifetime supply of snacks might be at risk. “Damn it, should’ve known that skinny guy wouldn’t work, screw you monkey!” Cursing voices came from beside him. Judging by the voice, it was probably a young wealthy man who had bet on the Southeast Asian guy. From his words, the result of the match was also clear. After gaining a slight advantage, restricted by the octagonal cage, the Southeast Asian was caught by the white guy, who completely abandoned defense to trade blows, but the smaller Southeast Asian couldn’t withstand this strategy; he hit the white guy five times, maybe equal to one hit from the white guy. Nasal bone fractured, blood sprayed wildly, the Southeast Asian guy fell heavily to the ground, followed by a fierce kick from the white guy, crashing into the octagonal cage like garbage. The winner had been decided. “I’ll treat you to some late-night snacks later.” Jiang Chen was in high spirits. The money he won, he didn’t care about at all. But the key was the feeling of “winning”. There was another match coming up, but Jiang Chen didn’t plan to watch it, he brought the Taoist nun away from the underground boxing ring, returned to the parking lot, and suddenly someone called out to him. Jiang Chen halted and turned around. He saw the boss of the underground boxing ring walking out from the special elevator, following closely behind. Won’t let you leave after winning? Of course, that’s a joke. Only low-end workshops would do such disgraceful things. Jiang Chen immediately greeted him with a smile. “Tonight’s luck is so good, why not play a bit longer? There’s still the next match.” They weren’t mere acquaintances anymore. Not only because of Pei Yunxi, but back then they also traversed miles together, delving into the Dragon’s Den and Tiger’s Lair, establishing a life-and-death friendship. “Forget it, there’s joy in contentment, this is Liao Bro’s venue, winning too much isn’t good.” Jiang Chen’s tone was rather bold. “Mr. Jiang thinks he can definitely win?” The way they addressed each other was quite interesting, each calling the other by a title. Jiang Chen was assertive, unwavering, then glanced at Tanki Liuli beside him, smiling brightly. “I’ve got a cheat mode on.” Liao Xiangdong’s gaze shifted to the young Taoist nun. “Liao Bro, do you know her?” With the morning’s experience, Jiang Chen not only asked. Liao Xiangdong didn’t speak, but it was obvious he was unfamiliar with Tanki Liuli. Although Liao Xiangdong was also someone raised by Lan Peizhi, not everyone knew Blood Guanyin had a junior sister. “Tanki Liuli, she calls Miss Lan her senior sister.” Boss Jiang was broadening the Taoist nun’s network, or rather, boosting her visibility. Upon hearing Tanki Liuli’s background, Liao Xiangdong’s eyes visibly wavered. “So you know why I’m not playing further now. Liao Bro, I’m saving money for you.” Liao Xiangdong didn’t engage in conversation with Tanki Liuli, after all, this was someone who could normally interact with Pei Yunxi. “Mr. Jiang’s single bet was already heavy.” His eyes returned to Jiang Chen. “Just a million, Liao Bro, the revenue your venue generates in one night should exceed that by far.” “Seems it wasn’t a million.” Jiang Chen was surprised, then he reached for his phone, revealing an apologetic expression, raising his hand, “Sorry, I didn’t notice I added an extra zero.” The two people around fell silent. “No problem, Liao Bro, tonight I only brought her to join the fun, the bet was just for some entertainment, forget about the winnings, don’t bother giving them.” It’s not mere politeness, it’s true from Jiang Chen’s heart, a few million could make someone rich, but for him it’s just a drop in the bucket. Though he may not care, others do business with open doors, adhering to rules is inevitable. “Profit and loss on your own, it’s the same for audiences and for the fighting arena. If Mr. Jiang truly wants to hold back, next time, just don’t place a bet.” Whoever said the tough guy knows nothing about adaptability, lacks emotional intelligence. Jiang Chen nodded with a smile, “Definitely.” Then, he extended an invitation, “We’re planning to grab some late-night snacks, Liao Bro, if you’re free, join us?” After all, I won the money. It’s important to know how to share. Especially when you take it out of someone else’s pocket. “There’s another boxing match later.” Liao Xiangdong refused without surprise. “You don’t need to watch over me yourself, do you, Liao?” Jiang Chen said, sincerely inviting him, but the other party still didn’t agree. “Miss Lan’s brother is with me.” Glancing at Tanki Liuli, Liao Xiangdong said. “Miss Lan’s brother, the Martial Saint.” Jiang Chen spaced out, then a crafty little kid popped into his head, along with that Tibetan Mastiff that could scare people stiff, what was its name again? “He’s here? At the Underground Fighting Arena?” Jiang Chen incredulously confirmed. Liao Xiangdong nodded, “Miss Lan temporarily left him in my care, for convenience, I had to keep him with me.” That time accompanying Lan Peizhi home, Jiang Chen had experienced that kid’s “maturity,” clearly only middle school age, yet his behavior was outrageously slick, not only saying he’d introduce schoolgirls to him but also stealing the cigarettes Jiang Chen bought for Lan Peizhi’s parents. “How did he end up in East Sea?” Jiang Chen nodded instinctively, “Yes, I’ve met him.” Then, he stopped asking temporarily, thinking that even though the Taoist nun sister was whatever she was, she was still an adult. But this kid was still in middle school, coming to a place like the Underground Fighting Arena, wouldn’t it pollute his already not-so-innocent mind and body? Could Lan Peizhi really want to take her brother down her path? “Liao, take me to see him.” Jiang Chen said with a chuckle. Liao Xiangdong nodded. Originally about to leave, Jiang Chen returned to the Underground Fighting Arena, but this time he headed straight for Liao Xiangdong’s office. Moreover, there was an unexpected detail. Two guys guarded the door, and the door was locked from the outside, Liao Xiangdong had to use a key to open it. “Brother Xiangdong, please let me out, I promise not to run around, I’ll stay put…” The rıghtful source is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 Before stepping inside, Jiang Chen heard a familiar voice. An exclamation resounded. Seeing Jiang Chen enter, the kid inside, or rather locked inside, jumped up from the chair. “Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang…” He pointed at Jiang Chen, as if he had a stutter. He couldn’t even remember his own name. But Jiang Chen couldn’t argue with a kid, puberty does make them grow fast, this kid seemed taller than before, still with a trendy hairstyle, even having patterns shaved on the sides, a style icon. “I couldn’t stand another day at that house, so I came to my sister!” The Martial Saint didn’t bother recalling this guy’s name, he just knew it was the guy his sister first brought home. “You ran away from home?” Jiang Chen caught the hint, “Fought with your parents?” The distance from Sichuan and Shu to East Sea isn’t short, most kids wouldn’t have the guts, but they should look at his name, and who his sister is. “Don’t mention them! Wu Guangjiang, that son of a bitch, Dog Egg merely brushed against the widow Liu from the neighboring village, and he sent Dog Egg to the town’s police station to be a police dog!” The adults all fell silent. That Tibetan Mastiff was named that. As for Wu Guangjiang… If Jiang Chen remembered correctly, that was Lan Peizhi’s father’s name. Though he’d grown taller, he hadn’t outgrown his rebellious phase. “Did you come here alone?” “Didn’t I say, I came to my sister!” The Martial Saint kid impatiently said, “Jiang whatever, call my sister and have her pick me up. If she won’t care for me, what’s the point of living, I might as well bash my head in.” Now Jiang Chen understood why Liao Xiangdong had to keep him close at all times, although Jiang Chen didn’t know when this kid came to East Sea, this period must have been quite tough for Liao Xiangdong. “I know you’re anxious, but don’t rush, let me go buy some oranges.” The nagging Martial Saint stared, seemed he couldn’t remember Jiang Chen’s name, but he remembered this line. Back then, Jiang Chen had teased him with this when visiting his home. He raised his hands, giving two middle fingers.