Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 103 - 102 Let Me Fight This Boxing Match_1

Chapter 103: Chapter 102 Let Me Fight This Boxing Match_1

Less than half an hour later, Xu Zhengyu drove a sports car to the villa area and was excited to see Ren Feifan.

He initially thought that the Master was only making a casual remark, but now that he saw Master Ren, he was certain that he did genuinely intend to help him.

Ren Feifan opened the car door, sat inside, and promptly asked, "What’s the matter? Speak up."

Apprehensive and terrified, Xu Zhengyu hastily explained, "Master, I was injured initially due to a conflict over our Xu Family factory property with a family in Southeast Asia."

"Continue."

Feeling the icy tone of the Master, Xu Zhengyu, drenched in sweat, continued, "A peculiar character accompanies the young master of the Southeast Asian family. I suspect the poison I suffered is his doing. We previously had a boxing bet, which was invalidated due to my injury. After my recovery, that man reinstituted the bet, and the agreed date is today!"

As Ren Feifan nodded, he understood why Xu Zhengyu seemed desperate. It was likely no coincidence that he met Xu Zhengyu; he must have purposely driven around hoping to encounter him.

"So, you want me to box for you?" Ren Feifan inquired.

At this remark, Xu Zhengyu became agitated and quickly explained, "No, how could I ever ask the Master to participate in boxing! I just hope that if he tries to poison me again, you could fend him off or save me."

"I see."

Although Ren Feifan didn’t have much affection for the Xu Family, Xu Zhengyu seemed decent. Besides, he owed Xu Zhengyu for taking his car, and he should help if he could.

Soon, Ren Feifan and Xu Zhengyu arrived at an abandoned factory, beneath which was the agreed boxing match location.

The venue was deserted, with only a handful of people present.

Some appeared to be locals from Lin City, including Xu Guosheng. On the other side were several unusually-dressed men who were probably part of the Southeast Asian family Xu Zhengyu had mentioned.

The Southeast Asian family was led by a charming young man who was slightly dark-skinned, casually dressed, and had a thin face. His gaze roamed freely over Ren Feifan and Xu Zhengyu, spending no more than two seconds on Xu Zhengyu before shifting to Ren Feifan.

Despite his charm, the man’s eyes were piercing. Most people would instinctively avoid his intense gaze, including Xu Zhengyu.

However, Ren Feifan seemed unaffected. He stared back at the charming man quite candidly.

"Interesting," the charming man murmured, an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as he continued to observe Ren Feifan.

Naturally, Ren Feifan heard his murmur and turned to look at an elderly man standing beside the charming one.

The elderly man was thin and ghastly, his face ashen white with dark rims under his eyes. He resembled a ghost from a horror film, giving Ren Feifan an uncomfortable feeling.

Something was definitely wrong with this old man.

Ren Feifan decided to remain vigilant.

"Xu Zhengyu, is this your hired boxer?" the charming man, attempting to suppress his laughter, approached and questioned in broken Chinese, visibly overshadowing Xu Zhengyu with his imposing aura.

Xu Zhengyu, startled, almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ren Feifan patted him on the back, which instantly relieved him of the pressure.

With a grateful glance at Ren Feifan, Xu Zhengyu responded coldly, "Basong Chalumphong, this man is my friend who happened to come and watch. Since everyone is here, let’s start the match and may you honor the bet."

Hearing the name ’Basong Chalumphong,’ Ren Feifan surmised that the man must be Thai.

He had no fondness for Thai boxers since he had encountered a few during his time in Hell who were ruthless killers with no regard for human life.

Basong Chalumphong merely grinned, glancing at Ren Feifan with a deep, meaningful gaze, but said nothing.

The match soon began. Basong’s chosen participant was a sinister man approximately 1.9 meters tall, making him a giant in Thailand. Xu Zhengyu’s participant was a lean, bald man who bore some resemblance to a martial monk.

As the two boxers stepped into the ring, Ren Feifan suddenly felt a chilling aura seeping up from beneath the ring!

The chilly aura gradually condensed into a form, attaching itself to the hands and feet of the martial monk! The Thai boxer, however, was completely unaffected!

The martial monk in the ring evidently sensed something was wrong as his body shuddered slightly. However, he didn’t seem to take it seriously!

Ren Feifan turned to glance at the thin old man who was now chanting incantations. Without a doubt, he was the source of the eerie aura!

"Master Ren, what’s wrong?" Xu Zhengyu, noticing that something was off with Ren Feifan, asked.

Ren Feifan didn’t respond.

He felt a bizarre eeriness from the boxing ring, especially the chilling aura, which could easily disorient people. In the worst-case scenario, it could possess someone, leading to a restless death!

"I’ll take this match," Ren Feifan said nonchalantly.

"What?" Xu Zhengyu’s eyes widened in disbelief as if he had just heard something unimaginable.

The Master, who seemed so refined, how could he participate in such brutal black boxing? What if something happened!

Xu Zhengyu seemed to think it was just a whim of the Master and quickly reminded him, "Black boxing is a life-threatening sport, Master, please don’t joke about this. I can’t let you step into the ring."

No sooner than he had spoken, he saw the monk in the ring collapse, convulsing violently and foaming at the mouth.

Xu Zhengyu’s heart skipped a beat. He was about to rush to the ring when Ren Feifan held him back.

"Don’t go just yet," Ren Feifan’s cold voice suddenly echoed.

Xu Zhengyu halted. He knew from experience that the man before him was full of mysteries. If Master Ren had reasons for him not to go, so be it.

"Yo yo yo, the boxer chosen by young master Xu isn’t very good, he collapsed before even throwing a punch, looks like the plot of land rightfully belongs to our Basong family," Basong sarcastically mocked.

"You!" Xu Zhengyu knew that they were to blame for this incident, but he didn’t have any proof!

"You what you. Without a boxer, you lose," Basong deliberately twisted his broken Chinese in a self-satisfied manner.

This piece of land was essential for their family because he knew there was an ancient tomb underneath. However, the Xu family didn’t know about it; they were just interested in the land’s proximity to a phosphate mine, which was in high demand for their industry chain!

Therefore, even if he lost, their Basong family surely had ways to reclaim the land!

No, they must get that plot of land!

Xu Zhengyu was on the brink of exploding from anger and anxiety, but without a boxer, they had genuinely lost!

But the Xu family wouldn’t accept this, and more than anything, Xu Zhengyu, he couldn’t accept it.