A few minutes later, under the host's inflammatory words, the first boxing match began.
Two boxers, bare-chested and without any protective gear, engaged in a fierce fight.
Their blows were incredibly vicious, aiming directly for vital points, each punch landing with full force, every move imbued with killing intent.
This underground boxing arena was entirely different from formal boxing matches. The sole objective was to render the opponent unable to resist, or even to end their life.
Consequently, these battles were exceptionally bloody and thrilling.
"Can I place additional bets?" Chen Fan asked.
"Bets can be placed as long as the outcome is still uncertain."
Wang Ziqing added, "But generally, fights end very quickly, so it will likely be too late."
As she spoke, the boxer known as Guoshanhu landed an elbow strike on Aoquan's temple.
Aoquan fell to the ground with a thud. However, his ferocity did not diminish, and before he fully collapsed, he kicked Guoshanhu.
Guoshanhu stumbled back.
After regaining his balance, a sweat-drenched Guoshanhu lunged forward, applying a chokehold and knocking Aoquan unconscious.
Blood mixed with sweat dripped onto the stage. The brutal spectacle sent the spectators into a frenzy.
Those who lost their bets cursed loudly, calling Aoquan a disgrace.
Aoquan was carried off by the staff, while Guoshanhu raised his arms and roared on stage.
The atmosphere became even more electric.
Wang Ziqing glanced at Chen Fan and said, "Mr. Chen, losing one bet is not a big deal. You can win it back in the next round."
Chen Fan smiled and did not reply.
After his display, Guoshanhu went backstage to rest, and the second pair of boxers entered the ring.
The host also returned to the stage, continuing to warm up the crowd and introduce the fighters.
"Five hundred thousand, bet on Shanj i!" Chen Fan declared.
Wang Ziqing looked at Han Wei. Seeing that she did not object, she arranged the bet.
Not long after, the match began. The boxer Shanj i, true to his codename, had his arms directly broken by his opponent, was beaten to the point of spitting blood, and collapsed unconscious.
"Chen Tianjiao, your judgment doesn't seem to be very good, does it?"
Seeing that Chen Fan had lost his bet again, Han Wei said with a hint of amusement.
Chen Fan grunted, his expression unchanged.
This time, Wang Ziqing did not offer words of comfort. She had seen such situations countless times. Many gamblers lost bet after bet, eventually leaving the Ghost Market penniless.
Although this underground boxing arena appeared quite legitimate, like most casinos, it also engaged in lending, capable of ruining families.
Of course, Chen Fan's presence here with Han Wei meant he wouldn't likely descend to such a state.
The host, as usual, took to the stage to manage the situation, using his considerable eloquence to incite the gamblers' emotions.
Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open.
A man wearing a thick gold chain, exuding an air of vulgar wealth, poked his head in.
"So it's you, Sister Wang, occupying this Suite Six? Who would have thought?" the man said with a grin. "Your hospitality is for which distinguished guest?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Han Wei, then his gaze fell upon Chen Fan, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes.
"Qiang Pangzi, what do you want?" Wang Ziqing's expression turned grim.
"It's nothing much, really. I just want to ask Sister Wang and her guest to move downstairs. This private room is mine now."
The stout man continued, "I have a young master from the capital here, a guest I could barely invite. Please bear with me, Sister Wang."
Wang Ziqing's expression darkened with anger. "Qiang Pangzi, don't push your luck! Your honored guest is honored, but are mine not?"
"Heh heh, Wang Ziqing, don't be ungrateful. With your meager connections, what kind of esteemed guest could you find? Can they even bet over a million? Know your place."
Qiang Pangzi said sarcastically.
As Wang Ziqing was about to retort, a voice from the side cut in: "The remaining two million four hundred thousand, all bet on Hu Bao!"
It was Chen Fan speaking.
The host on the stage had finished his spiel, and the third match was about to commence.
Wang Ziqing froze, looking at Chen Fan, finding his gambling tendencies extraordinary.
Ten thousand for the first round, fifty thousand for the second, and now all-in for the third.
Going all-in after only three rounds, how would he play the rest?
How could the eldest daughter of the Han family be with a man so prone to gambling?
She felt a flicker of hesitation, wondering if she should advise Chen Fan.
But at this moment, the stout man paused.
Betting two million four hundred thousand on a single boxing match was considerable, even for the underground boxing scene of the Ghost Market.
Upon entering the private room and taking a quick look, he had assumed Chen Fan was Wang Ziqing's principal guest.
Chen Fan's attire was relatively plain, giving him the impression of someone from a slightly wealthy, minor family from out of town.
However, betting two million four hundred thousand at once startled him, making him doubt his judgment.
A man of his caliber naturally assessed people based on their actions. Thus, he became hesitant.
Just then, someone behind him pushed him aside and cursed, "Ma Qiang, what are you babbling about? Get them out!"
It was a young master, dressed in a white Armani suit, wearing a multi-million dollar watch, exuding an air of arrogance.
His gaze swept over them with undisguised disdain.
Ma Qiang's demeanor stiffened at the command.
On Wang Ziqing's side, she signaled for her subordinate to place the bet, but her bodyguard, carrying the cash box, couldn't exit.
The door to this private room was not large to begin with, and Ma Qiang and his group of seven or eight people were blocking it.
Chen Fan did not urge them.
"Young Master Lin, please wait a moment."
After weighing the situation, Ma Qiang ignored Wang Ziqing and addressed Chen Fan directly: "Sir, could you please vacate the private room for us? The young master behind me is from the Lin family in the capital. Shall we be friends?"
Han Wei watched these people with a half-smile, remaining silent.
Chen Fan glanced at Ma Qiang and his entourage, and calmly replied with a single word: "Scram. Don't delay my bet!"
Ma Qiang's face immediately soured.
The young master Lin became furious and cursed, "A bunch of country bumpkins, daring to disrespect me? Ma Qiang, throw them out! I'm taking this room."
Ma Qiang looked somewhat troubled.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have chosen this private room.
Young Master Lin and his group had arrived a bit late, and all the private rooms were taken.
Other suites were occupied by individuals of significant standing, and he didn't have time to verify everyone's background. Hence, he decided to try and seize Wang Ziqing's room.
Now, the situation regarding this room had become somewhat complicated, and he was caught in the middle.
Han Wei still had not spoken, observing how Chen Fan handled the situation.
Chen Fan glanced towards the boxing ring. The current match had already begun.
"Are you f—king crazy? I came here for excitement, and you're trying to kick me out? Are you tired of living?"
Chen Fan suddenly erupted, getting up and walking towards Young Master Lin.
"Throw them out!"
Ma Qiang's expression shifted before he ordered in a deep voice.
His subordinates then lunged towards Chen Fan.
Han Wei's eyes flickered, and she commanded, "Beat them!"
Her bodyguards responded to her order.
Chen Fan placed a hand on one man's face, pressing him to the ground.
As another of Ma Qiang's subordinates threw a punch, Chen Fan grabbed his neck and hurled him towards the window.
With a crash, the man was thrown out, hitting guests below.
The boxing match on the stage reached its climax, punches landing with visceral impact, the atmosphere heated and intense.
Meanwhile, the chaos in this private room escalated further.