Chapter 870: You’d Better Pray He Doesn’t End Up Facing Me

The onlookers couldn’t help but start discussing among themselves.

Meanwhile, Wang Yun’s shock points were skyrocketing at an astonishing rate.

At that moment, one of the bodyguards behind Wang Yun shifted his foot, preparing himself to step forward. But Baren stopped him with a single look.

Though he was angry, this was not a place where they could start a fight.

If the two sides really came to blows here, they would all be thrown out within two minutes. And more importantly, they would lose both the right to compete and the right to even watch the matches.

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and stepped back.

Walter raised his thick, fleshy arm and patted Baren on the shoulder.

“It’s just five years of losing to me in a row. No need to get so upset.”

If he hadn’t mentioned it, it might have been fine. But bringing it up only made Baren even angrier.

“And you still have the nerve to say that?!” Baren growled in frustration.

The underground boxing matches held here came with prizes. Five years ago, the prize had been a jade pendant that Baren’s wife loved dearly.

So Baren had found someone to compete.

That fighter had already won two matches in a row. Just one more victory and the prize would have been theirs. And then, of all times, they ran into Walter and the man he had brought.

If the opponent had won fairly, Baren wouldn’t have held a grudge.

But the man was despicable.

Before the fight, he had applied a volatile powder to his body—something that caused fatigue when inhaled.

As the fight progressed, their movements only sped up the evaporation of the powder. Baren’s fighter quickly began to weaken, losing ground step by step until he was defeated.

Unwilling to accept it, Baren had even brought in a doctor on the spot to conduct tests.

The result was obvious. Nothing was detected.

The next year, Walter’s side used the same trick again, and Baren still had no way to counter it.

Year after year, he competed.

Year after year, he lost.

He had been worrying about who to send for this year’s match. By sheer luck, he had roped in Colin.

And now he had Wang Yun as well.

He had already looked into it. Wang Yun wasn’t just good at fighting; he also knew medicine.

He might be able to counter that kind of drug.

Thinking of this, Baren couldn’t help but look forward to the moment when Wang Yun would grind that damned Achir into the ground.

Let’s see how Walter would act smug then.

At the thought, a smile unconsciously appeared on Baren’s face.

Walter saw that smile and was momentarily confused.

Had this guy been angered into stupidity?

He couldn’t help but throw in a few more taunts.

“Baren, have you been driven mad with anger? Let’s hope the man you brought this year has some backbone. Wouldn’t want him to collapse in the first round.”

“Hahaha—”

Laughter broke out all around him, his men joining in mockingly.

Baren’s face darkened with humiliation and anger.

“Don’t think I won’t lay hands on you just because we’re here. Don’t push my limits.”

Hearing his threat, Walter and his group only laughed harder.

Seeing that they wouldn’t stop, Baren shot them a cold glance and said nothing more.

When Walter realized Baren wasn’t going to respond, he lost interest. With a casual wave, he said to the bodyguard blocking the way, “Move aside. Didn’t you see Brother Baren wants to go in?”

The bodyguard even put on a fake apology.

“Mr. Baren, my apologies. I didn’t notice you just now.”

Then he stepped back to Walter’s side.

Walter smiled, watching the scene unfold.

Baren, on the other hand, kept a dark expression and walked forward without a word.

Wang Yun, Colin, and the bodyguards followed silently behind him.

Watching all this, Wang Yun couldn’t help but frown slightly. As he passed by Walter, Wang Yun suddenly leaned in and spoke quietly by his ear,

“You’d better pray he doesn’t end up facing me.”

With that, he walked straight ahead after Baren.

Walter was left stunned. He hadn’t paid the young man any attention before. He had assumed he was just an ordinary guard.

Could it be that this was the one who would fight tomorrow?

For some reason, an uneasy feeling crept into Walter’s heart.

He watched Baren’s group leave, then turned around, pressed a button, and stepped into the elevator.

Following behind Baren, Wang Yun observed the surroundings as they walked.

They were now moving through a long corridor covered in red carpet.

At the far end, a large hall was clearly visible.

Baren was leading them straight toward it.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling at regular intervals. The walls of the corridor were entirely gold-toned. Paintings from all over the world adorned the walls.

The entire corridor exuded both wealth and refinement.

Wang Yun had never expected that such a bloody underground boxing competition would be held in a place so elegant.

But thinking about it, it made sense.

Everyone who knew about this place was either rich or powerful. Given their status, how could the venue be anything less?

They walked in silence for a while before Baren seemed to snap back to himself. He quickly turned around, looking at Wang Yun with an apologetic expression.

“Brother Wang Yun, I’m really sorry. Your first time here, and you had to witness that.”

Wang Yun shook his head, showing he didn’t mind.

“That man… you could say he’s my sworn enemy. Not only does he oppose me in business, even when I bring people here to earn some money from the matches, he finds ways to sabotage me,” Baren explained bitterly, clenching his teeth.