Chapter 147
On the other side, Zhong returned to the locker room alone. After locking the door, he irritably threw his gloves aside, removed his mouthguard, opened his locker, and took out the small glass bottle warmed by his body heat from the left pocket of his pants.
He had intended to keep it on him for the whole fight, but he hadn’t expected Wen Jiafei to spot his weakness. With the way Wen Jiafei was fighting, if the bottle really got smashed, the consequences for his future plans would be disastrous.
Furthermore, if he forfeited voluntarily, his share of the money would be halved, and his goal in coming here was to win. The staff yesterday had made it very clear: as long as he won, he would not only get his salary but also an extra five percent commission.
His fingers rubbed against the rough black cloth covering the glass bottle. The texture made him feel irritable. He pulled back the cloth and saw the Mother Bug sleeping peacefully inside. He took a deep breath. Forget it. Better to secure this sum of money first, otherwise, it would be difficult to carry out his plans later.
Zhong murmured in a low voice, “You stay here obediently, wait for me…”
He paused, not saying more, covered it again with the black cloth, and hid it deep inside the locker.
Returning to the boxing ring, his steps were lighter. Now without any concerns, he was determined to stomp this so-called Fei into the ground in the shortest time possible!
When Zhong returned to the ring, both Shen Shuyu and Wen Jiafei’s gazes fell on the fabric of his left pants leg. The bulge was gone; he must have put it back in the locker room.
Wen Jiafei exchanged a glance with Shen Shuyu and nodded slightly, signaling Shen Shuyu to go again. Shen Shuyu pursed his lips, and after hearing the referee’s whistle, he left the arena first.
With the experience from the first time, Shen Shuyu was faster the second time. Coupled with the cheat code that was the System, he moved through the locker room with ease.
He picked the locker lock with the wire again. After a quick search, he found the item he hadn’t found earlier.
It looked exactly like the picture the System had shown him. Wrapped in black cloth, the bottle was about the size of two fingers pressed together. He carefully pulled back the black cloth. The glass bottle was transparent, and he immediately saw what was inside: a black bug. Its body was slightly larger than the bugs in the glass containers at Zhong’s home, but only slightly.
Although the sketch Shen Xili had drawn for Shen Shuyu was seventy to eighty percent accurate, actually seeing the Mother Bug made Shen Shuyu feel a wave of revulsion.
He took a second to mentally steel himself. Once he composed himself, he deftly took out the empty glass bottle he had prepared, covered it with black cloth, and placed it where the original had been. Then, he wrapped the bottle containing the Mother Bug in the black cloth he had brought, carefully stuffed it into his pocket, quickly restored everything to its original state, and left the venue wearing his hat and mask.
Out front, the match was still raging. Both Wen Jiafei and Zhong were clearly exhausted, but neither was the type to admit defeat.
Zhong looked at the young man in front of him. For some reason, ever since he got back on stage, he had felt restless. It seemed he needed to finish this match quickly and check on his treasure.
He shook his head, trying to clear his groggy mind. Unexpectedly, Wen Jiafei noticed his momentary lapse in concentration and executed a shoulder throw, slamming him to the ground. He pinned Zhong down tightly, rendering him immobile.
The referee counted down, and the final whistle blew: “Match over!”
“Fei!!!! Fei!!!!”
“Fei!! Encore!!!!”
“Encore! Encore! Encore!”
Wen Jiafei stood up slowly. He swayed, unsteady on his feet. His gaze swept over the spectator seats, but he didn’t see Shen Shuyu.
He must have gotten the Mother Bug.
Wen Jiafei breathed a sigh of relief. He followed the instructions to turn and step down, his body still swaying as if he were about to collapse.
He paused on the steps, closed his eyes, and took a slow, deep breath, trying to suppress the physical discomfort. Feeling slightly better, he opened his eyes and lifted his foot to descend the last two steps, only to see a heavily bundled figure standing at the bottom.
He froze and missed the step. But the expected pain didn’t come; instead, he was held tight.
Wen Jiafei’s chin rested in the crook of the other person’s neck. His breath was filled with the familiar scent of mountain camellia. He suddenly felt very safe, wanting to just be held like this.
He remained motionless, which terrified Shen Shuyu. Shen Shuyu shrugged his shoulder slightly and asked, “Are you okay? Can you walk?”
Hearing the question, Wen Jiafei slowly regained his senses. He said, “You…”
Shen Shuyu knew what he wanted to ask. He turned his face slightly, leaning close to his ear. “Don’t worry.”
The warm breath he exhaled landed on Wen Jiafei’s ear, tickling him and making his whole body feel unnatural. He wanted to straighten up, but the height difference between them at this moment made it hard to exert strength.
But Shen Shuyu understood him. He said gently, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Wen Jiafei’s body was unnaturally stiff, but Shen Shuyu didn’t notice. He helped straighten Wen Jiafei up a bit, standing considerately by his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, I’m supporting you.”
Wen Jiafei’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He said nothing and quietly walked back toward the locker room with Shen Shuyu.
In a corner on the second floor, a man wearing special glasses exhaled a smoke ring. He watched Wen Jiafei being helped back to the locker room and turned his head slightly. “Go investigate this Fei. He looks familiar.”
The person beside him nodded and left the private box.
Zhong rushed back to the locker room the moment the match ended. He rummaged for the item hidden deep inside. Seeing it was still there, the heart that had been suspended in his chest finally settled. He was about to pull back the black cloth when he heard voices at the locker room door.
The next second, the door was pushed open.
“Fei, you fought beautifully today. How about another match next week? I’ll set up a special event for you!”
Yi Ge‘s voice was boisterous as he entered with Wen Jiafei and Shen Shuyu.
Zhong quickly shoved the item back into his pocket.
Yi Ge saw Zhong upon entering and smiled. “Zhong, you fought brilliantly today too. It’s not easy to last that long against our Fei. I’ll give you an extra point on your commission tonight.”
Zhong closed the locker door. He looked at Yi Ge and nodded. “Mn.”
His gaze then fell on Wen Jiafei and Shen Shuyu. The small Omega was bundled up tight; he couldn’t see his face, but for some reason, he was oddly interested in him now.
What did he look like?
He stared straight at Shen Shuyu. The other two naturally noticed. Wen Jiafei said in a low voice, “What are you looking at?”
Wen Jiafei tightened his arm around Shen Shuyu’s shoulder, a display of full possessiveness.
Zhong frowned. Seeing the situation turning sour, Yi Ge stepped in to smooth things over. “Hey, hey, hey, why are we snapping at each other all of a sudden?”
He stood in front of Zhong, smiling and patting his shoulder. “Little Zhong, I’m here to bring you your wages.”
Saying that, Yi Ge took out a stack of cash in a brown paper bag from his bag and handed it to Zhong. “Count it. Once I walk out this door, I won’t recognize any claims of shortage or surplus.”
Shen Shuyu looked up slightly at Zhong. Zhong’s attention was now on the wages Yi Ge had given him. Shen Shuyu glanced sideways at the hand holding his shoulder; there were small bruises on the knuckles.
Wen Jiafei had really put his heart into this for the sake of the Mother Bug.
Shen Shuyu pursed his lips under his mask. He said, “Go change your clothes.”
Wen Jiafei looked down at him. Shen Shuyu said, “It’s okay, I’ll wait for you right here.”
Wen Jiafei didn’t say anything. He let go of Shen Shuyu’s shoulder, turned around, and slowly opened his locker to take out his clothes.
Yi Ge watched Wen Jiafei walk toward the changing stall and said to Shen Shuyu, “Tell Fei I sent the money to his old account.”
Shen Shuyu nodded, leaning against Wen Jiafei’s locker to wait for him.
Yi Ge muttered softly, “He’s way too shy.”
Truly fitting for two people who came from the same bed.
After speaking, he looked at Zhong again. Zhong was an interesting character; out of so many fighters, he was the only one who requested cash. At first, Yi Ge worried he might get robbed the moment he stepped out, but now there was absolutely no need to worry. Zhong’s skills were quite impressive.
Yi Ge was glowing tonight; he had made a killing.
He looked at Zhong and said, “When do you plan to come for the next match? I’ll arrange other fighters for you. Let’s make big money together, how about it?”
Zhong counted the wages in a few strokes. Yi Ge had indeed generously given him a ten percent commission. This money was enough to last him until he left Amor.
The places where Wen Jiafei had pummeled him were still throbbing with pain. If not for Shen Xili, he wouldn’t need to suffer like this using a black market identity in Amor!
Thinking of this made him even angrier.
He would definitely find Shen Xili and settle these debts one by one!
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