Just at this moment, the underground fight club erupted in cheers once again, even more fervently than before.
“Bevis! Bevis is here!”
“I thought Bevis had disappeared after his defeat last time, but he’s back in action. This is going to be exciting!”
“Who do you think is better, Bevis or the Black Killer? I think Bevis is tougher; I’m betting on him.”
“I think Black Killer is the real deal. I’m putting my money on him!”
Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, a man slowly ascended the stage; it was Bevis.
Bevis’s appearance caught Bob off guard for a moment, while Chasel couldn’t contain his excitement and exclaimed, “Mr. Abe, Bevis is here!”
After the initial surprise, a faint smile crept onto Bob’s lips as he muttered to himself, “Leo didn’t guess wrong. Although he’s a few days late, Bevis is here.”
“Bob, do you mean Bevis has had a change of heart?” Chasel asked.
Bob nodded, “He must have. Bevis, as proud as he is, has a weakness for gambling and women. He’s always short on cash. Running an underground fight club is too tempting for him to resist.”
On the stage, the dark-faced man named Vincent gave Bevis a disdainful look and sneered, “If you don’t want to kneel and beg for mercy, I’ll give you a chance to leave the stage.”
Bevis approached Vincent step by step, an aura of killing intent emanating from him.
“Do you think you’re worthy to stand in front of me and talk, you piece of trash?” Bevis’s gaze was cold and arrogant.
Sensing the surging killing intent from Bevis, Vincent Raglan’s heart tightened. He knew this guy was much stronger than the previous opponents.
But the stronger the opponent, the more it fueled Vincent’s fighting spirit.
He clenched his right fist, stepped forward, and shouted, “Prepare to die!”
Vincent’s fist, carrying the sound of breaking air, thundered toward Bevis’s chest.
Vincent initially aimed to strike Bevis in the face, but the significant height difference between them made it impossible. Vincent’s fist could only reach Bevis’s chest or chin even when aimed upward.
Bevis’s pupils contracted, and he slightly tilted to the right, effortlessly evading Vincent’s punch. While dodging Vincent’s fist, Bevis launched a whip-like kick toward Vincent’s head.
Vincent reacted lightning-fast, raising his left hand to block Bevis’s leg.
After this exchange, neither of them had landed a decisive blow. They both stepped back, maintaining a cautious watch over each other.
Bob, standing by the stage, roughly assessed the combat capabilities of Bevis and Vincent based on this exchange. It seemed like their strengths were evenly matched.
Chasel sighed and asked, “Mr. Abe, who do you think will win?”
Bob didn’t answer but continued to focus on Bevis and Vincent. When it came to battles between experts, there were no flashy moves. Many times, the outcome could be determined in just two or three exchanges.
Bevis and Vincent both trained in rugged combat techniques, emphasizing their resilience and strength.
After a brief standoff, Vincent once again charged at Bevis, launching another powerful punch directly at Bevis’s chest.
Bevis’s muscles bulged as he gritted his teeth and took Vincent’s punch head-on.
At the same time, Bevis lifted his right leg and kicked directly into Vincent’s left chest and shoulder area.
Vincent was sent flying, crashing into the arena’s barrier, then rebounding back.
Bevis seized the opportunity, lunging forward with a body press and executing a close-quarters strike. He rammed into Vincent, sending him flying off the stage.
With a mouthful of blood, Vincent struggled but couldn’t get back on his feet.
“Bevis is awesome!”
Cheers erupted like an explosion throughout the underground fight club, rolling like waves, one wave higher than the last.
“Bevis! Bevis! Bevis!”
Ten seconds passed, and Vincent still couldn’t stand. The referee climbed onto the stage and raised Bevis’s hand high, signaling his victory.
Bevis noticed Bob standing below the stage and walked down.
Bob walked over to Bevis and extended his right hand, saying, “Bevis, welcome.”
Bevis didn’t shake Bob’s hand but instead looked at him and said coldly, “Bob, I agreed to manage your underground fight club, but I won’t be your underling, nor your lackey.”
Bob chuckled, “You’re taking it too seriously. By coming here today, you’re already my buddy. We’ll address each other as such in the future.”
Bevis’s expression softened slightly upon hearing this.
“Leo defeated me, and I came here today because of him. If you’re handing over the management of this underground fight club to me, I need full control, including financial discretion. Is that acceptable?” Bevis asked.
Bob contemplated for a moment and decided that, despite the club’s current financial situation, the annual profits were substantial. However, managing an underground fight club was always on the edge of legality, and recently, there had been more troublemakers. They needed someone like Bevis to maintain order. As long as he paid a share of the profits each year, they could give him the authority he wanted.
Making up his mind, Bob responded, “Bevis, from today, we’re brothers. I’ll hand over the management of this underground fight club to you under the conditions Leo mentioned at Dreamland.”
Bevis nodded, “That’s settled, then.”
A person like Bevis only respects those who can defeat him. Since Bob was defeated by Leo, Bevis didn’t hold Bob in the same high regard as he did Leo.
“What should we do with that guy?” Bevis pointed towards Vincent who was lying on the floor.
Bob thought for a moment and said to Chasel, “Tell two guys to carry him out. That’s all we need to do.”
“Understood, Bob.”
Chasel called a couple of people, and they carried the injured Vincent out, then threw him onto the sidewalk.
Afterward, they returned to the fight club, and a taxi pulled up next to Vincent.
The driver got out, lifted Vincent with one hand, and tossed him into the car.
Yes, he literally tossed him, as if he were tossing a small chicken.
After closing the car door, the driver started the engine and left the scene.
Vincent, in the back seat of the car, still hadn’t recovered from the pain inflicted by Bevis’s earlier attack. The fierce body blow had taken a toll on him.
“Vincent, you’ve disappointed me,” the taxi driver said.
Vincent’s heart skipped a beat, and he managed to sit up despite the pain. Fear was evident in his eyes as he spoke, “I’m inferior in skill, I lost. Please spare me.”
“I don’t want your life just yet. Do you want to defeat Bevis?” The taxi driver’s lips curled into a cold smile.
“Please help me!” Vincent pleaded humbly.
The driver remained silent and continued to drive Vincent out of town, arriving at a village in the outskirts.