On the way home from work that evening, Zhan Bei Jue told Min Er that he wanted to participate in the Chase game.
"What?"
Min Er thought she had misheard. How could such an intelligent person harbor such an unrealistic dream?
Zhan Bei Jue repeated himself, "I want to earn five million as soon as possible."
"But how is that possible? Foreign contestants have never participated in that show before. And you are a foreigner who doesn't even know who you are or have an identity!"
This was the biggest problem. Zhan Bei Jue knew it himself; he had spent the entire day contemplating it.
"I will find a way to solve this problem. Don't worry. Now, I have a few questions for you. Answer me truthfully."
Although he was expressionless, his words conveyed absolute confidence.
Min Er was confused by him.
What did he do before? She always felt his thoughts were different from ordinary people.
Although she had saved his life and they had been together for over a month, and their relationship seemed intimate now.
She knew deep down that they were from different worlds.
Once he recovered his memory, he would leave her completely.
Thinking of this, Min Er felt quite sad.
When a person trudges alone through a mire, they don't feel the full extent of the hardship until they encounter a companion.
But once they have someone to walk with, and they have to part ways midway, with one reaching the shore while the other remains stuck in the mire.
That feeling is unbearable.
Min Er had never been in love, but she had watched many TV shows and movies.
She didn't know if this feeling for Zhan Bei Jue counted as love, but she knew very clearly that she had begun to depend on him.
Although she didn't want Zhan Bei Jue to distance himself from her, she couldn't control it. At the same time, she also wished for him to be happy and to achieve his goals.
So, after a moment of hesitation, Min Er nodded.
"What do you want to ask?"
"What is the biggest entertainment venue here?"
"Entertainment venue? We can't afford to go there. Why are you suddenly asking about such places?"
Zhan Bei Jue said seriously, fearing she would misunderstand.
"Just answer me. I'm not going to spend money."
Min Er told him that there was a very famous boxing gym in this town.
It had trained many professional fighters, and it was most lively from seven in the evening until four in the morning every day.
The reason her father chose to come to this town was that he used to frequently visit to watch matches when he was not bankrupt.
Min Er had the fortune to accompany him once, a scene she still did not wish to recall.
Zhan Bei Jue's eyes lit up immediately.
"Boxing gym? Can you take me to see it?"
"Now?"
"Of course. While people are at work."
"Can you tell me what exactly you plan to do?"
"You'll know when we get there." Zhan Bei Jue grabbed Min Er's shoulder and smiled sincerely.
His smile was truly captivating.
Min Er didn't know how to describe his smile.
Anyway, with his smile, she felt her internal organs melt.
Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the boxing gym.
The mid-20th-century architecture appeared exceptionally grand. Two impeccably dressed staff members stood before the heavy iron gate.
Seeing the two of them approach in their tattered state, the staff members merely raised an eyelid, not even moving a hand.
"What do you want?"
"To enter and be entertained," Zhan Bei Jue said.
"You need to wear formal attire to enter. Your clothing does not meet the requirements. Furthermore, this is not a free viewing; can you afford a ticket?"
The staff members were looking down on them, which was good.
Zhan Bei Jue waited for them to say this.
Without answering the staff members, he turned and gently pushed Min Er back a couple of steps.
"Stand here and don't move."
Then he walked up to the staff members.
"What did you just say?"
"I said..."
"CRASH!"
Zhan Bei Jue landed a punch on his jaw.
The staff member, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground.
After groaning for two seconds, he realized this guy was here to cause trouble and immediately tried to get up.
Zhan Bei Jue, with quick reflexes, grabbed his clothes, yanked him to the ground, kicked him in the stomach, and sent him sprawling back.
The staff member behind them, seeing the situation was unfavorable, grabbed the microphone on his collar, said someone was causing trouble and to come to the entrance quickly, then lunged at him.
But in less than two seconds, he was also thrown to the ground.
Min Er was terrified. She never expected Zhan Bei Jue to have such a violent temper.
How dare he come to a place like this to stir up trouble?
Did he know how many thugs were housed inside? Was he deliberately looking for death?
"You asked me to bring you here just to watch you fight? Ah Shen, are you crazy? Do you know..."
Before she could finish, the iron gate was pulled open with a clang from inside.
A dark mass of bodyguards, holding iron bars, with fierce eyes, looked at them in unison.
Min Er's lips trembled with fear, and she couldn't speak.
As a result, Zhan Bei Jue, without a word, walked towards the group.
Crackling sounds filled the air. Min Er felt like she was watching a close-up combat performance.
Zhan Bei Jue dodged and weaved through the crowd, flipping and spinning. With groans, all the men in black were taken down by him.
Only the last person remained. Zhan Bei Jue met his gaze, and the man, too scared to advance.
He only managed to say, "Who are you? What do you want? I'll go find the boss. If you have the guts, don't leave, just wait for me!"
Then he bolted into the building.
Min Er rushed forward to pull Zhan Bei Jue.
"Do you know you've caused a huge disaster? Their boss is someone no one in the area dares to offend!"
"Oh, hurry up and leave! Before the boss comes out, let's leave quickly! Are you out of your mind?"
Zhan Bei Jue stood motionless, like a tree. She couldn't move him.
As Min Er was anxiously waiting, the boss came out.
He was a tall man in his late thirties or early forties.
He wore a deep blue silk shirt, making his pale skin appear bloodless.
He had a small mustache, a glittering platinum chain around his neck, and a cigar in his mouth.
A perfect thug's attire.
Behind him followed a group of bodyguards who were larger, taller, and in every way more formidable than Zhan Bei Jue.
His expression was calm. He first glanced at the people on the ground, then looked at Zhan Bei Jue.
"Did you do all this? Who are you?"
Zhan Bei Jue met his gaze with an equally calm expression.
"It doesn't matter who I am. But it was indeed me."
He was quite bold.
He didn't fear himself at all and admitted it immediately.
The boss raised an eyebrow.
"Are you here to find me about something?"
Zhan Bei Jue continued to meet his gaze calmly.
"No. I just saw that the people here are too weak, and my hands were itching for a fight."
The boss was amused by his words.
"Kid, you're quite arrogant."
Indeed arrogant. As the bodyguards behind him heard this, each of them wore an expression as if they wanted to tear him apart.
Zhan Bei Jue seemed oblivious to the expressions of those around him. After the boss finished speaking, he walked step by step towards him.
Until they were only about ten centimeters apart, he reached out and snatched the cigar from the boss's hand.