As the opponent hit the ground, a boiling roar erupted from the crowd surrounding the octagonal cage. He Wenjie could feel the murderous intent in the eyes of the bookmakers among the excited throng. Yet He Wenjie remained unconcerned. Underground boxing matches in such remote regions were typically backed by local officials whose authority hardly extended very far. He Wenjie was confident he could strike first before they could plot against him—in fact, he was simply waiting for them to make their move.
He Wenjie needed an opportunity to quickly make a name for himself in the Golden Triangle. He had already mapped out the entire plan: a wanted special forces soldier turns to underground boxing to survive, becomes a thorn in the bookmakers' side for ignoring local unwritten rules, and is targeted for elimination. But when the thugs move in, the soldier turns the tables and kills them in self-defense, flies into a rage, washes the underground boxing den in blood, and flees with the loot. By now, He Wenjie had successfully provoked the hatred of the boxing den's backstage bosses. As for when they would strike, it all depended on how much patience they had.
Amidst the venomous glares from his opponents, He Wenjie collected his boxing match winnings along with the payout from his own bet, totaling nearly one hundred thousand. He walked out openly into the dark night, carrying a sack of cash. The spectators had long since dispersed, leaving the street entirely to him.
Chapter 684