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【 The Founder of Diabolism Fanfiction】The quirky heavy punch of love
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"Wow! That punch was beautiful!"
"This newcomer is really good at this!"
"Come on, I need to place more bets on him!"
"Me too, me too! I have to win back all the losses from yesterday today!"
"......"
Demon City Demon City emits a nonchalant magical power 24 hours a day. Above ground, the working class transforms into alcohol shakers with a contagious rhythm, attempting to completely separate their day from their night; below ground, the money-spending addicts tear open another world, but there is still a distinction between the wealthy and the super-wealthy.
The wealthy risk everything, while the rich pity the common people.
The vast majority of people in this city are unaware that beneath the famous sleepless night club lies a secret arena. It's a competition, but what's really at stake is fate. This isn't surprising, because the essence of fate is a high-stakes gamble.
The first two games tonight ended, and the new boxer knocked out two old veterans in a row for ten minutes, although he also took a few hard hits, but he won beautifully. And when the gamblers were excitedly betting, a man in a white suit rang the doorbell of the VIP box on the second floor.
" brother Xian."
"Asked about it?"
"Yes, this person is new today, named Lan Wangji, and is about to be a senior."
"Senior? That means he's the same year as me."
"January birthday."
"He's actually older than me. What else?"
"People at the club say he came to boxing because his family owes money."
"Repaying debts? Hah, sleepless night seems to be the creditor all over the country. When did Wen Chao become so charitable?"
" brother Xian probably already guessed," Wei Wuxian said with some disdain as he pushed away the whiskey on the table. Although it was also a strong drink, he preferred traditional white wine because since he was a child, he had imagined himself as a knight carrying a pot of white wine. Unfortunately, the white wine was out of stock tonight, and he didn't know how Wen Chao's people managed things. Fortunately, the bartenders at sleepless night were familiar with his taste and sent him specially made drinks in various styles.
The cup in hand is made with gin and rum as the base, mixed with lemon juice, soda water, and peach-flavored liqueur, and sprinkled with some lemongrass powder. Although it doesn't have a name, it's Wei Wuxian's summer special.
"Wen Chao likes to play tricks, no wonder Uncle Wen looks down on his son. Although Wen Xu's mind is a bit slow, at least he does things openly and honestly, unlike him who can't be seen on the stage."
Wen Ning just smiled. Although his branch officially split from the Wen family since his grandfather's generation, after all, Wen Chao is still his cousin, so he didn't say much.
"I'll take him."
Wen Ning did not find this statement strange at all. He had been following Wei Wuxian around since he was young and knew Wei Wuxian's personality the best. From the assistants and bodyguards around him to the company management, he almost always made quick decisions and immediately had people sign contracts. Moreover, he was always accurate in his judgment of people and never doubted his choices.
However, tonight, Wen Ning could detect a hint of unusual happiness in Wei Wuxian's voice. He didn't know what plans Wen Ning had in mind for this Lan Wangji.
"Ding ding ding~!!"
The ringing bell announced the start of the second match, and cheers filled the arena. But the clinking of beer glasses around him brought a sense of impending doom to Wen Ning.
He had been ready to go talk to the club manager about recruiting players, but Wei Wuxian stopped him and went to talk instead. He didn't know how it went, but the next match opponent for Lan Wangji turned out to be Wei Wuxian.
Wen Ning begged bitterly, almost kneeling down, but Wei Wuxian was as stubborn as a mule, and he could only stand below the stage, feeling like crying but unable to shed tears. If he had a handkerchief, he could have acted out a tragic scene.
If anything happened to Wei Wuxian and his sister found out, he feared he would be doomed.
His older sister, Wen Qing, is referred to as "Sister Qing" by Wei Wuxian, but she is also Wei Wuxian's grandmother. She is a student of the current head of the traditional Chinese medicine school "Baoshan Hall," Xiaokong Qing (Kongqing is a rare mineral medicinal material), so she occasionally uses her seniority to discipline the two of them.
Wei Wuxian is known for causing trouble at home, but there are limits, so he is allowed to make a fuss. However, today's situation caught Wen Ning off guard and he couldn't control it. If he doesn't tell his sister, she will scold him if something goes wrong; if he tells her, regardless of whether something goes wrong or not, Wei Wuxian will scold him.
Wen Ning I just feel so difficult!
"Oh!!!"
The cheers rose, and the two contestants took the stage. Wen Ning's nerves were stretched to the limit, and he couldn't afford to think about anything else.
Lan Wangji, true to his name, was dressed entirely in blue, from head to toe. He appeared calm and quiet, like a young lion taking a rest. Although his figure was not yet robust, one could faintly glimpse the majestic posture of a future grassland ruler.
On the other side of the arena, the opponent, dressed entirely in red, seemed to be echoing Lan Wangji, with even the excitement in their eyes tinted red.
This was the underground fighting ring, where the fights were much more brutal than in regular matches. Wen Chao wanted to make money, but he didn't want to cause any deaths, so everyone who came to fight had to wear a helmet. Because of this, under the heavy boxing headgear, the fighters' faces looked somewhat distorted, like a low-resolution photo. However, even so, Lan Wangji's excessively noble face couldn't be hidden, as if it were a hook that had caught Wei Wuxian's heart.
Lan Wangji maintains a calm demeanor, but in reality, he is silently assessing his opponent in the final match. He is surprised that for the first time in 22 years, he has encountered someone who can match or even surpass him in appearance, and who also looks very young. Could this person also be an unlucky debtor?
Since the death of his parents in a car accident when he was six years old, Lan Wangji's life has never been the same. His uncle Lan Qiren, who took over the family company, turned out to be just a teacher, and was no match for those cunning foxes in the business world. He fell into one trap after another, was squeezed by his peers, and soon showed a downward trend. The safety net left by his father could not support him for much longer.
It is said that in desperate times, one may resort to desperate measures. Lan Qiren reluctantly accepted the "olive branch" from the Wen family, only to be swindled and left penniless. The company went bankrupt, properties were frozen and auctioned off, and a huge debt remained.
The debt, while substantial, was not excessively terrifying, amounting to a neat 8 million. In the past, when Lan Wangji's father was still alive, this sum would have been inconsequential. But in the present day, for the three of them, it felt like the weight of Mount Tai pressing down on their shoulders.
In order to repay the debt, Lan Qiren returned to his old profession and ran back and forth between several educational training institutions; in order to repay the debt, Lan Xichen gave up his original "ascetic monk version" study abroad plan and plunged into the workplace with millions of fresh graduates, also taking various part-time jobs; also to repay the debt, Lan Wangji, after experiencing various odd jobs, came to the underground fighting arena operated by Wen Chao.
There was no choice, winning a match earned 5000, and even losing earned 1000, which was faster money than doing odd jobs.
"Ding!!!"
The competition officially begins, Lan Wangji stands solemnly, taking small steps on the stage. It's hard to believe, but he has never had any contact with boxing. He just followed some videos for two days before coming here. He won the first two matches probably due to talent and luck.
Luck is something you can't rely on; you never know when it will disappear. But one thing is for sure, it won't be tonight.
After circling around in a decent manner, Lan Wangji decided to take the initiative and threw a punch with eight-tenths of his strength. However, his opponent dodged the quick strike by squatting and shifting position. It seems that the opponent has some experience, at the very least, their reaction speed is not inferior to his.
Lan Wangji quickly returned to the defensive position, waiting for the opponent's counterattack. However, after a while, the opponent just maintained a ready posture, staring at him without making any other moves. In the eyes of a little hero who had endured invisible pressure for a long time, this attitude of not intending to make any attacks clearly became contemptuous, as if the opponent was taunting with their eyes:
"Do you only have this much ability?"
"Do you have no other tricks?"
"You can't touch the edge of me!"
The opponent didn't say anything, yet said everything, all in the eyes. If not to erupt in silence, then when? At worst, it's just a loss!
Lan Wangji let out a loud shout and launched a series of attacks with all his strength. His left and right hooks alternated, and his front and back steps seamlessly transitioned with small jumps, quickly forcing his opponent into a corner of the ring. Just as he was about to use a fake left hook and follow up with a real punch, his opponent anticipated his move, not only cleverly blocking the fake move with an inch of strength, but also dodging out from under his arm with another crouching shift, turning defense into offense and launching the first attack as Lan Wangji turned around.
However, his opponent seemed to have seen something, showing a hint of difficulty and pausing slightly in their punch. Lan Wangji seized this opportunity and swiftly punched the opponent right in the middle of their face.
Perhaps it was because the punch was too heavy, or perhaps it was because the opponent was knocked down on the table after being punched. In any case, the opponent immediately surrendered.
Won again, three victories in a row.
That night, he earned fifteen thousand. Although the gamblers who bet on him in the audience made more money, the destined fate would not undergo a qualitative change because of a boxing match that lasted just one night.
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