"This is too ridiculous!"
"Is it possible that Talos is also playing along with Nine-Tails?"
Doubts immediately erupted from the audience, until—
"Quick, look at the ring!"
A startled cry interrupted everyone's discussion.
They saw that the ring, built on a foundation of solid rock, had begun to spread outwards like a spiderweb, starting from where Chen Fan had just stood!
And then—
With a bang.
It exploded into smithereens!
This ring, which had never shown any problems for years, had turned into ruins with Chen Fan's strike just now!
What terrifying power this was!
A deathly silence spread for about ten seconds, then someone was the first to stand up, raising their fist, "King of Boxing Nine-Tails! King of Boxing Nine-Tails!"
The next moment, a chorus of agreement rose!
Everyone could foresee!
After today.
The entire Europa would know the name Nine-Tails.
And they were witnesses to Nine-Tails' god-making battle!
...
The atmosphere at the scene was too intense, with Nine-Tails' fanatic fans blocking every exit. Fortunately, Chen Fan had anticipated this from the start. Not only did he use the Golden Silk Zen intent for disguise, but he also wore a mask as a double precaution.
Now, he took off the mask and changed his clothes.
He mixed in with the crowd, shouting Nine-Tails' name along with the fans.
The noisy sounds were left behind.
Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief.
"Kid."
Before he could fully relax, someone gently patted him on the shoulder.
Had he been recognized?
He stiffly turned his head, and it was an old acquaintance.
That widely-ranging old tout.
"It's you, isn't it, Nine-Tails?"
The old tout's eyes gleamed. He had rushed to see the match just now, and Chen Fan's fierce strike had left him stunned!
How could he have imagined.
That the recommendation slot he had casually given away would belong to the new King of Boxing!
That kid!
He looked so much like someone who had come to get beaten up and earn medical fees!
The old tout once again lamented his poor judgment of people.
But at this moment—
He smiled and handed over the paper and pen he was holding, "Let me introduce you to my other business: reselling autographed photos."
Chen Fan had a headache!
But seeing the tout's stance: If you don't sign, I'll loudly shout your name and attract your fans...
Chen Fan compromised.
Resigned, he once again became the old tout's money-making tool.
Exchanging it for a moment of peace.
Chen Fan followed the location Luo Sheng had given him and got into the car.
As soon as he sat down, Luo Sheng excitedly leaned over, "Brother Fan! You don't know! That move you just did was so cool, I've shouted my voice hoarse!"
"Teach me that move, it's swish swish swish, and then—"
Chen Fan glanced at him coldly, "If you don't shut up, I'll throw you out."
Alright then.
Luo Sheng leaned back in his seat.
They eventually followed Chen Fan back to the villa.
After getting out of the car, Luo Sheng saw that Chen Fan's expression had improved quite a bit, and he shamelessly leaned in again, "How was the little sister's cooking?"
Chen Fan glanced at him, "Not bad."
Luo Sheng perked up.
He had been hanging around the boxing ring for days and hadn't had a proper meal.
He was eager, his eyes shining, and as soon as he entered, he rushed to Chen Xing'er, who was busy in the kitchen, and called out, "Little sister! Give me extra rice, I'm going to have a feast today!"
Chen Xing'er frowned and poked her small head out from the kitchen. She looked at Luo Sheng with almost incomprehensible confusion, "Are you sure?"
"No way!"
"Little sister, we're such good friends, you wouldn't be stingy with this meal, would you?"
"Heh." Chen Fan chuckled from the side.
Luo Sheng frowned and turned to look at him, "Brother Fan, what do you mean?"
"Nothing, I just find your request very simple, and I think it should be fulfilled as much as possible."
As he said that, he sat down at the table first, "You know my rule, eat what's in your bowl. I have no problem serving you, but if you waste it, don't blame me for not showing mercy."
Luo Sheng waved his hands, absently agreeing, until—
Chen Xing'er brought out bowls of extremely unappetizing-looking food from the kitchen.
Luo Sheng blinked, "What is this?"
"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
Luo Sheng swallowed and then looked at the pile of rice that Chen Xing'er had placed in front of him, which was more than half full.
His heart felt like it was bleeding profusely.
Luo Sheng looked at Chen Fan, who was sitting there calmly, "Brother Fan, didn't you say the little sister's cooking was good?"
Chen Fan calmly picked up a piece of something dark and unidentifiable, slowly ate it, and then nodded at Luo Sheng, "It is indeed not bad."
Heh!
The little person in Luo Sheng's heart was already banging on the table and shouting at Chen Fan!
—Stop pretending! You clearly weren't even chewing just now!
Luo Sheng felt his heart bleeding!
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to endure the discomfort, and looked at Chen Xing'er, "Are there any other dishes?"
Perhaps only this scrambled eggs with tomatoes was problematic, and the others should be edible.
Luo Sheng comforted himself this way, then watched Chen Xing'er turn and bring out a bowl of black, murky soup from the kitchen—let's call it soup for now.
After all, there was this much water.
Luo Sheng tried hard to control the expression on his face, "Don't tell me this is seaweed."
"Of course."
Chen Xing'er looked at Luo Sheng with pity, "You've never eaten seaweed before, have you?"
"Heavens, did your stepmother abuse you in Luomen?"