Seeing Yang Chen's sarcastic look, Song Huayi's face was full of embarrassment.
"Mr. Yang, have you promised me?" Song Huayi asked expectantly.
At this time, even the title of Yang Chen changed from Brother Yang to Mr. Yang, which was also his attitude.
Yang Chen sneered and said sarcastically: "You plotted against me, I didn't settle with you, and you still want me to help you?"
Song Huayi suddenly became anxious and said quickly: "Mr. Yang, I really didn't mean to plot against you. You have been looking for Yu Wenbin. After all, I helped you find Yu Wenbin, right?"
"I asked you to help me?" Yang Chen asked lightly.
Song Huayi suddenly choked up and didn't know what to say.
If Song Huayi had told Yang Chen before coming to the Gold Club that Yu Wenbin would appear here today, Yang Chen would never have hesitated to help Song Huayi.
But the order was wrong and the meaning was completely different. Yang Chen was very unhappy.
"Mr. Yang, it was me who was abrupt, I'm sorry!" Song Huayi suddenly said apologetically after being silent for a while.
Yang Chen didn't say anything and walked towards the hall inside.
Song Huayi did not dare to persuade him and followed Yang Chen into the fighting hall.
As soon as Yang Chen entered the fighting hall, he was shocked by everything he saw.
The huge hall is like a small underground football stadium, surrounded by ring-shaped audience seats, and in the center is a ring covered by an iron cage.
At this time, two more burly men with their upper bodies bare were fighting crazily on the ring.
“Bang bang bang!”
Perhaps it was the stage effect, but the sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard one after another on the stage, deeply stimulating every audience present.
This was simply a visual and auditory feast, and the audience around them burst into cheers one after another.
It is indeed the championship battle of the year. The two people in the ring are extremely powerful. Even if they are placed in the Northern Army, they are still strong men who can lead a small team.
"Everyone who enters the ring signs a life and death certificate. Unless he admits defeat, he will be beaten to death and deserves to be killed."
Song Huayi stared at the center of the ring, but said to Yang Chen.
"Because today is the annual championship competition, in addition to attracting strong players from all over the world, it will also attract many top forces."
"So, the boxers participating in the competition want to express themselves as much as possible in order to be favored by the top forces."
"Similarly, the top forces also want to select some top powerhouses for their use."
"In the end, it will even become a battle between the top forces. Sometimes for a boxer, a war may even break out between the two top forces."
Just when Song Huayi was explaining to Yang Chen, the winner on the stage had already been decided.
But the loser became a corpse!
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became high, everyone cheered and shouted, and those people in bright clothes looked like madmen, yelling wantonly.
Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Yang Chen suddenly felt sad for those strong men standing in the ring.
They have extraordinary strength, but at this time they can only become playthings in the eyes of others.
"In every year's championship battle, almost half of the strong men who step onto the ring will die in this ring in the end!"
Song Huayi spoke again, and there seemed to be a bit of sadness in his tone, feeling sad for those strong competitors.
Yang Chen's eyes fell on Song Huayi, and he saw that his eyes were clear and he was not pretending to be compassionate.
"Why do you want to win tonight's championship?" Yang Chen suddenly asked.
Song Huayi smiled bitterly: "You were also a member of the Yuwen family. You must know that it is not fair in a top wealthy family like the Eight Gates of Yandu."
"My father used to be the heir to the Song family. If he hadn't died for the family, he might have inherited the title of head of the family by now, right?"