After a long while.
From the audience seats, some of the bettors couldn't hold back their shouts.
"Hey! Can we get a chance to change our bets?"
"Please, big boss running the bets, have mercy! Let me place another one—I'll bet my house this time!"
"Give us another shot, please!"
"........."
But their pleas were in vain. The bookmakers had already closed the betting pool—there was no reopening it now.
On the fighting stage, Ji Yu seemed like he hadn't fully woken up yet. Dazedly scratching his head, he asked Chu Yang beside him, "Is it time to eat?"
"......"
Chu Yang's lips twitched, thinking to himself: Did this idiot just fall asleep? Did he not hear anything at all?
And that grand entrance you made—was that all just sleepwalking instincts?
This is ridiculous!
"We'll talk about eating later," Chu Yang said.
"The young lady said—make them lie down!"
"Lie down?" Ji Yu scratched his head with a single finger, pondering deeply.
Ten seconds later.
Ji Yu's face lit up with a simple, radiant grin—the kind that screamed "I've got it!"—and he nodded. "Okay, I understand!"
Then, without hesitation, he took two steps forward, his massive frame instantly closing the distance to the uneasy gang of enforcers. Right in front of them, he crouched down.
Even while squatting, Ji Yu—standing over 2.2 meters tall—was nearly eye-level with the standing thugs, if not slightly taller.
The dozen or so enforcers didn't dare breathe too loudly, completely clueless about what this giant was about to do next.
Once settled into his crouch, Ji Yu forced what he believed to be a friendly smile. To the enforcers, however, it carried an unsettling, almost oppressive vibe.
Then, under the bewildered gazes of everyone present, he extended a massive hand, palm facing downward, and beckoned gently—like coaxing a stray puppy on the street.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Lie down! Come on, good boys—lie down!"
The enforcers: "???"
Chu Yang: "......"
What the hell is this?
Did you misunderstand?
Or was my wording really that hard to grasp?
Up in the VIP lounge on the second floor.
Zhao Tianxing, Liao Dapao, and the other bosses weren’t just displeased anymore—their faces had turned ashen.
This was outright humiliation!
In a way, those enforcers below represented their factions' pride. And now, this giant was treating their men like dogs? What else could this be but mockery?
"Outrageous! This is beyond insulting!"
"Scarface, is that dimwit of yours deliberately trying to shame us?!"
"He’s absolutely doing it on purpose! The audacity!"
"Scarface, you owe us an explanation today!"
"........."
The bosses were furious, their anger squarely directed at Scarface.
They were convinced Ji Yu’s behavior was orchestrated by the Yi Lian Society—a deliberate move to humiliate them!
Scarface, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself. You mocked and excluded me earlier, and now that my man’s in the ring, you’re throwing a fit?
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Gentlemen, calm down. My boys are straightforward—don’t take it to heart. If you’re really that upset... well, just beat him up."
"This is a fighting ring, after all. Strength speaks for itself."
"You—!"
Zhao Tianxing and the others were left speechless, grinding their teeth before finally growling, "Fine. Fine. Very well!"
Without further delay, they barked orders downward: "What are you waiting for? Rush him! Anyone who takes them down gets an extra 100K bonus!"
Back in the ring.
The enforcers’ initial fear was gradually replaced by sheer indignation.
Who the hell did they think they were dealing with?
These men were hardened fighters—some even renowned enforcers in their own right, feared names in the underworld. Not some mangy strays to be whistled at!
And this guy was treating them like dogs?!
Unforgivable!
As the bosses’ lucrative offer echoed from above, the enforcers snapped.
"Fck you—motherfcker!"
"Let’s take him down together!"
"Yeah, rush him! He’s just one guy—we’ve got numbers on our side!"
"Charge!"
Led by the most hotheaded among them, the group roared and surged forward in unison.
Objectively speaking, none of these enforcers stood a chance against Chu Yang one-on-one. After all, Chu Yang was a former elite special forces operative—a trained killer.
These men were just street toughs. Even those with some martial arts training paled in comparison to a battle-hardened soldier like Chu Yang, who had real combat—and lethal—experience.
But if they ganged up on him? That might be a different story.
Now, though, with Ji Yu in the mix, the odds shifted drastically.
In terms of technique, Ji Yu was nowhere near Chu Yang or Yun Cheng’s level. But what he lacked in skill, he made up for with sheer, monstrous physicality—an almost unfair advantage in bare-handed combat.
Without weapons or dirty tricks, even Chu Yang and Yun Cheng together might struggle against Ji Yu alone.
Seeing the enforcers not only refusing to lie down but also baring their teeth at him, Ji Yu tilted his head in confusion. "Huh? Why aren’t you lying down? Why the angry faces?"
He genuinely didn’t grasp their fury. But one thing was clear—the young lady’s order stood: Make them lie down.
If they wouldn’t comply willingly, force it was.
Just as the lead enforcer’s fist was about to smash into Ji Yu’s dopey face, Ji Yu moved.
No dodging. No blocking. Not even standing up.
Still in that ridiculous crouch, he simply reached out—not to strike, but to grab the man’s fist like it was a misbehaving toy.
The enforcer felt his entire hand and wrist lock up, immobile, as if caught in a steel vise.
Then, to everyone’s horror, Ji Yu’s other hand landed on the man’s shoulder and pressed down gently.
"Lie down. Be a good boy."
THUD.
A crushing force slammed the enforcer face-first into the ground, his body flattened in perfect submission.
Almost simultaneously, another enforcer seized the chance to kick Ji Yu’s squatting leg with full force.
THUMP.
The impact barely registered. Ji Yu didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink—like he’d been nicked by a mosquito.
Without turning, he reached back and snagged the attacker’s still-extended leg.
The next moment, the enforcer felt his ankle seized, his body weightless—hoisted upside-down like a ragdoll.
"You too. Lie down, or I’ll spank you."
With a casual swing of his arm, Ji Yu hurled the man downward—hard.
This one landed even worse: face-first, with a sickening smack.
"Thud!"
Just like that, the man was knocked out cold.
Ji Yu even nudged the two fallen men closer together with the tip of his foot, arranging them neatly before finally stepping back.
Then came the third and fourth thugs, charging at him simultaneously from both sides!
Ji Yu remained crouched in place, not dodging or flinching.
The moment their fists were about to land on him, he stretched out his massive hands again, gripping the front of their shirts with precision and yanking them downward with force.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
Two more dull thuds echoed, and two more human-shaped pancakes were added to the floor.
The remaining thugs at the back were utterly stunned.
What the hell kind of fighting style was this? This was cheating!
Ref! That’s a foul!
This wasn’t even in the same weight class—total foul play!
Ji Yu just crouched there like an immovable mountain, giving them the impression that none of their attacks even fazed him.
Well, maybe they fazed him a little—he did scratch his back at one point.
Bottom line?
This guy was completely breaking the rules. There was no way to fight him!
