151: Severe punishment

Returning to the presidential suite of the Haomen Grand Hotel, the heavy door had just closed, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and the suite fell into an ambiguous silence, with only the brilliant night view of Tiger Gate outside the window spreading out like a giant curtain.

Li Zhan had just taken off his suit jacket and was preparing to pour a glass of water when he was suddenly hugged tightly from behind.

Yang Yuying's cheek rested against his broad, solid back, her arms wrapped around his waist, her voice carrying a hint of tipsy sweetness and an unprecedented sense of initiative and boldness, "A-Zhan... tonight... thank you..."

Li Zhan was slightly stunned... feeling the soft touch from behind and her accelerated heartbeat, a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He turned around, pulled her into his arms, looked down at her flushed, charming face, and asked, "What are you thanking me for?"

"Everything..."

Yang Yuying tilted her head up, her beautiful eyes shimmering with moisture, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, an indescribable sense of adoration, and a completely ignited desire.

She was no longer shy and passive as before, but instead stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

This kiss carried the malty aroma of beer and her unique sweetness; it was inexperienced yet exceptionally passionate, as if she wanted to completely merge herself into his body.

Li Zhan soon took the initiative, his large hands wandering across her slender waist and back.

While kissing passionately, the two of them stumbled like conjoined twins toward the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The myriad lights of Tiger Gate spread out beneath their feet, bustling yet distant, as if they had become the perfect backdrop for their passion at this moment.

Li Zhan and Yang Yuying turned to face the vast night view...

The velvet fabric slid down her smooth skin to her waist, piling up on her slender waistline, exposing her entire fair, smooth back and those round, perky peach-like buttocks to the cool air and the flowing light outside the window.

Yang Yuying couldn't help but let out a soft moan, closing her eyes... feeling the hot body temperature and aggressive aura of the man behind her, as well as the large hands that ignited clusters of flames on her body, she was completely immersed in an unprecedented sense of stimulation and intoxication.

Li Zhan admired the body before him, which looked even more alluring against the backdrop of the urban night view, especially those plump buttocks that were trembling slightly and inviting sin...

He did not rush to remove her remaining constraints, but instead, in this semi-covered state, pressed closely against her from behind, trapping her firmly between himself and the cold glass.

His hot breath sprayed against her sensitive ear, and Li Zhan's low voice carried a seductive quality, "Do you like watching the night view like this?"

Yang Yuying was already lost in passion and could only make a vague nasal sound in response...

The sunlight of the last day filtered through the gaps in the factory roof, casting several slanted pillars of light, as if holding a final farewell ceremony for this bloody colosseum.

The last few Grudge Matches held in the afternoon, although still intense and cruel, felt like mere ripples compared to the climax of the previous days, especially with the thrilling duel between Li Zhan and the drug-enhanced fighter A Hao serving as a tough act to follow.

When the last Grudge Match ended with one side conceding and collapsing, the atmosphere in the arena did not dissipate immediately, but instead fell into a strange, calm state mixed with exhaustion, excitement, and anticipation.

By evening, all the fighting had finally come to a complete end.

The organizer, Bai Shaqiang, escorted by several trusted aides, stepped onto the central ring.

He had changed into a more solemn dark-colored Tang suit, but there was no smile on his face; instead, he wore a look of solemnity.

He picked up the microphone, his voice echoing throughout the venue through the speakers. He did not directly announce the successful conclusion at the start, but instead changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming severe, "Everyone! Before the victory celebration, there is a major matter concerning the rules of the ring and the foundation of our existence that must be settled first!"

The whole arena instantly quieted down. Everyone knew what he was talking about, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Bai Shaqiang scanned the audience with sharp eyes, pausing for a moment in the direction of Young Master Liu and Li Zhan's booths, and continued, "After a thorough investigation by the referee team and the medical officer, and samples sent for testing, it has been confirmed—Chashan Town fighter A Hao did indeed use the strictly prohibited potent stimulant 'Ghost Juice' in yesterday's Grudge Match! The evidence is conclusive and undeniable..."

He paused, his voice colder, and announced the penalty decision word by word, "According to the rules passed down by our ancestors, which we all recognize, the following verdict is now rendered: First, the Chashan Town representative team, due to poor supervision and condoning the use of banned substances by team members, is disqualified from participating in the Dongguan underground boxing matches for the next three years. Whether their qualification will be restored after three years will be discussed by the Dongguan Underground Referee Committee based on their repentance... Second, all points obtained by Chashan Town in this tournament are cancelled, and their quota for grey business at all ports and Wharfs for the next three years is cancelled! Third, Chashan Town is ordered to pay a fine of 20 million yuan to the victim side, Changan Town. This fine shall be supervised and enforced by the Referee Committee! If they dare to fail to pay on time or resist payment, Chashan Town will be permanently disqualified from participating in any underground activities in Dongguan."

With each point read, the silence in the audience deepened. This punishment was undoubtedly severe, almost cutting off Chashan Town's financial path and voice for the next three years. Everyone could feel the Referee Committee's determination to establish their authority this time.

In Young Master Liu's booth, Young Master Liu's face was as pale as paper, his fingers gripping his wine glass tightly. The several town spokespersons beside him had flickering eyes, exchanging looks of fear and unease. This time, Chashan Town had been thoroughly screwed by Young Master Liu... Yet Young Master Liu said nothing and made no move, which made them feel a chill—if it were their turn next time, would Young Master Liu also abandon them like this?

Young Master Liu felt the change in the gazes of those around him, his heart filled with both hatred and fear, but he had already been warned that if he tried to stand out again, he would bring disaster upon himself and be unable to protect himself. His or his family's ability was far from reaching the level of being able to call the wind and summon the rain or ignore the rules in the Dongguan underground.

Young Master Liu was at a loss, and could only blame all the failure and resentment on Li Zhan in the distance. The look he cast toward Li Zhan's booth was so vicious it was almost dripping with venom.

Most of the other factions took it calmly, even secretly rejoicing. Since Tea Mountain's share was gone, it would naturally be divided among them. Moreover, the evidence for this matter was conclusive, and it had broken fundamental rules, so no one would stand out at this time to speak for Tea Mountain and court such bad luck.

Li Zhan stood with his arms crossed in front of his booth, his face calm, watching all of this with cold eyes, as if he had long expected this result.

Bai Shaqiang looked around, very satisfied with the effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys. He raised his voice again, his tone becoming even colder: "Now, execute the punishment for the perpetrator, A Hao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a masked strong man walked onto the ring, dragging a person who looked like a dead dog, covered in bandages yet still shivering. It was none other than the severely injured A Hao! In his other hand, he carried a cold, gleaming machete.

A Hao was thrown into the center of the ring, struggling in terror, his mouth tightly stuffed with a cloth strip, only able to emit desperate "woo-woo" moans. He looked futilely and imploringly toward Young Master Liu's booth, hoping that the person who had instigated him could save him. But all he saw was Young Master Liu's evasive gaze and cold profile.

People from various factions in the audience watched this scene, their hearts even clearer, and at the same time cast more contemptuous and disdainful looks at Young Master Liu—you instigated the matter, but when things went wrong, you let your subordinate take the fall, and didn't even dare to say a word of intercession; you really have no sense of responsibility!

Young Master Liu felt the contemptuous gazes from all around, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, his body trembling slightly and uncontrollably. He knew that his reputation and prestige in the Dongguan underground world were completely ruined after this incident...

The masked strong man did not hesitate at all; under everyone's gaze, he raised his hand and brought the blade down! "Snap—" A teeth-grindingly crisp sound, accompanied by a miserable, extreme scream stifled in the throat... A Hao's left wrist was severed at the joint, and blood gushed out instantly...

The strong man dragged the instantly unconscious A Hao off the ring like a dead dog, leaving only a long, shocking trail of blood on the stage floor, as if warning everyone present...

Bai Shaqiang watched all this coldly, and only after A Hao was dragged away did he speak into the microphone again, his voice icy, "This is the consequence of breaking the rules and using banned substances... I hope everyone—will take this as a warning!" Heavy killing intent filled the entire arena, and everyone was silent as a cicada in winter...