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I resigned to Manager Jiang.
This chubby middle-aged man was full of advice: "Quit your job, take a few days off if you're tired, go wherever you want, and come back when you're ready to work again."
Last time, I hurriedly returned Brother Xiong's gear without daring to speak the truth. Now, I found myself back at Brother Xiong's Fight Club.
What a small world; the old man who had been hugging Sister Qiu last time was here, flaunting himself with two bodyguards. The coaches at Brother Xiong's clearly had suffered losses against him.
Sister Qiu was sitting beside the old man, who was animatedly boasting.
"Both of them are Muay Thai experts; whether it's punches, knees, or elbows, they hit hard. Brute and Erhu have both fallen victim to them!" Brother Xiong said in a low voice, looking dejected.
"I'm going to take them on!"
Before Brother Xiong could respond, I took off my jacket and put on my gloves.
The first one up was the fat guy. Don’t let his size fool you; he was surprisingly agile. Each punch he threw carried immense power, and every kick seemed to slice through the air.
I understood why Brother Xiong's team had lost: they hadn’t approached the fight with a practical mindset, while these two bastards were going all out.
The fat guy launched a rapid-fire assault with his fists, each blow hitting like a hammer and showcasing incredible explosive force. But I was young; I countered with nimble legwork, my movements quick and precise.
In the heat of battle, the fat guy suddenly unleashed a powerful elbow strike. I ducked my head just in time to avoid it, letting it crash into my shoulder while I delivered a knee strike right into his abdomen.
The fat guy doubled over like a shrimp and fell down.
Then the skinny guy came up next. He was agile enough to evade several of my heavy hits, and I even took two of his whip-like kicks.
The fat guy had already drained a lot of my stamina; sweat nearly blinded me as I felt my heart pounding like it might leap out of my mouth. I couldn’t afford to keep trading blows with him.
I exposed an opening, getting hit by his whip kicks on my legs and back. Just as he jumped up to kick me in the head, I quickly grabbed one of his legs before he could use the other one for leverage and spun around, making his long body rotate around me.
After three spins, he was dizzy, and I tossed him aside.
The fat guy had just regained his senses when the skinny guy crashed into him hard.
The old man left in frustration with his two subordinates, tossing a check at Brother Xiong as he departed.
The martial arts school and gym in Jiangcheng, known for its reputation, had been kicked around by them. Brother Xiong and I had agreed that the stakes for this "sparring" session would be a wager of 50,000 yuan.
I had drunk too much, laughing and crying at the same time. I laughed at the beauty of Sister Qiu and cried over her being in the arms of another man—or perhaps several. I couldn't remember what Brother Xiong had said; after a night of heavy drinking, I rolled onto the small bed in his lounge and fell into a chaotic sleep.
The next day, before Brother Xiong could persuade me again, I returned to Heavenly Abode. After taking down Old Man's two bodyguards, it felt as if a dam had burst inside me, releasing all my pent-up frustration.
I went about my work as usual, neither sad nor happy. The ladies at the club were buzzing about a rather scandalous and violent rumor, which Heidi relayed with vivid detail: Old Hag was over sixty, yet Sister Qiu managed to make the old man feel alive with her singing and charm. Apparently, that Old Man wanted to keep Sister Qiu! It was said that he promised her an upfront payment of 500,000 yuan, followed by a monthly allowance of 50,000 yuan, expecting Sister Qiu to be his pampered canary.
As the ladies discussed this matter, there was no disdain or surprise—only envy and perhaps jealousy. In Manager Jiang's office, I happened to catch Sister Qiu applying for resignation, accompanied by that Skinny Bodyguard. A fleeting sadness crossed her eyes when she glanced at me.
The skinny guy who had suffered a significant loss at my hands recognized me and shot me a vicious glare with his slanted eyes. Sister Qiu arranged for a lavish gathering to treat her close colleagues, but I chose not to attend. Instead, I found myself getting thoroughly drunk at a barbecue stall in the night market.
Stumbling back to my rented room as dawn approached, I reached for my keys but found the door already open. A pair of small hands pulled me inside.
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