Chapter 57 - : Illegal Underground Fighting (2/2)

Qin Feng left his combat uniform at home, choosing to go with more casual clothing. It made him look like royalty, in particular, a devil-may-care overtone that he carried around, giving off a really leisurely yet ferocious vibe.

“Boss! Here comes a fat one!”

“Oh?! Are you sure? Does he have an escort?”

“No. It appears that he’s looking for some fun. The communicator he’s holding is at least 100,000 yuan!”

“Damn! It’s him then!”

All of a sudden, a group of fierce-looking thugs surrounded Qin Feng.

The apparent leader of the group came forth and barked, “Hey kid, if you have any common sense whatsoever, take out 1 million, or you’ll lose your head!”

Qin Feng stopped walking and calmly took a good look at the group. None of them wore any badges, but now that Qin Feng’s consciousness was so strong, he could sense that they were around G2 or G3-tier.

On top of that, their inner force was no better than a speckle or two of smog.

“Hmm. This is better than nothing. They’re just a bunch of thugs anyway!” Qin Feng chuckled.

Then, before anyone could react, the Asteroid Assimilation blew the surroundings with a terrific explosion, and a powerful sucking force hit them before they knew it. Evidently, the group was under the influence of a qi field. One by one, they fell down to the ground, unable to control their bodies.

It lasted only a few seconds. The suction was gone, and now, they were hit by a repulsion force!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Ouch!”

“Ahh!”

The young men screamed at the top of their lungs as they were flung around like ragdolls, though soon to discover that this was not the worst thing happening to them.

One of the thugs ran towards Qin Feng. “I will kill you!”

But just before he could plunge the knife in his hand into Qin Feng’s torso, his target vanished! Right after that, a hand landed on his wrist.

Crack!

The unmistakable sound of fractures filled the air with a frightening snap!

Clang!

The knife he held hit the ground as the thug howled in pain.

“Do you still want to kill me now?” Qin Feng grinned, pushing the thug to the ground.

“No! I wouldn’t dare! Big brother! I was wrong! I was wrong!” The thug shriveled in fear. He allowed his anger to get to his head just now, but after Qin Feng’s formidable attack, he finally sobered up.

“Do you always hang out here? I’m assuming the answer is yes. So bring me to the underground fighting arena!”

Even though Qin Feng had been in Chengbei since he was sixteen, there were some places that he dared not venture, this exceedingly underprivileged neighborhood being one of them. Only after he had finally set foot in this place, did he realize how complicated the roads were. At least he got someone to show him around.

“Okay! Follow me, big brother!” the thug said, leading the way. His friends fell back, afraid to even come close to Qin Feng.

Soon, they stopped in front of an impressive looking door that was massive in size.

The place was well lit, and the entrance was grand, featuring significant words reading ‘Eagle Clubhouse’ in gold. There were even some luxury cars lining the parking area.

Not only did the Eagle Clubhouse operate the underground fighting ring, but they also hosted betting tables, bathhouses, and various types of entertainment. It was indubitably the money laundering den of Beicheng!

Each and every guard at the door wore a G9 badge across their chest. One of them was an Ancient Warrior, and the other one, a gun strapped to his back, was obviously a Gunner.