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The referee counted the second count.

The man in the white vest’s fingers twitched, only one sentence, the people of Xiangcheng—

They could die standing, but would never fall!

He propped himself up on the ground, slowly climbing up bit by bit.

Blood flowed down his neck to the hem of his white garment.

“One!”

The referee held the hand of the man in the white vest, excitedly declaring, “White Vest wins!”

At that moment, whether it was the audience at the scene or those watching the live broadcast on TV, everyone stood up, including Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian!

“Ah ah ah ah!”

“Ah ah ah!”

“We all hear the excited voices of the audience, White Vest did it! The willpower of a person exceeded all our imagination! White Vest! He created a new record in just two months! Becoming the second person after Xun Lang!!”

“There are no cowards in Backter Street arena! White Vest and Black Panther are warriors forever! Let’s look forward to their next meeting!”

There are no losers on the stage; every person brave enough to stand there is a warrior.

Today, blood stained the octagonal iron cage on Backter Street, and a new uncrowned king of Backter Street was born!

In front of the camera, White Vest bent down and extended a bloody hand toward Black Panther.

Black Panther managed a difficult smile, then raised his right hand toward him.

The live broadcast image froze on this century’s handshake.

The exhilarating boxing match was over, but the excitement still surged through the veins of the audience on the scene!

Jiang Fulai still stood in place, staring at the stage for a good while before he took his eyes off it, glanced indifferently at the excited Ming Dongheng, and lazily lifted his eyelid, commenting, “Good eye.”

“Yeah.” Ming Dongheng clenched his fist, his bronze face flushed with excitement.

He followed Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian as they left, turning back every few steps to look at the stage.

“That was a ferocious fight,” said Director Chen, standing next to Ming Dongheng, soaked in cold sweat. They were several paces behind Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai, “Jiang Shao said his victory would be brutal, but I didn’t expect it to be this brutal.”

In the end, it was all about who could get up again.

“That said,” Director Chen peered through the gaps between the people in front to catch a glimpse of Jiang Fulai’s silhouette, “how did Jiang Shao figure out that he could win?”

Ming Dongheng shook his head.

Outside.

Jiang Fulai’s car was parked at the intersection.

It was his blue car, the one from the lab.

As soon as Director Chen came out, he saw Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian get into the car. He turned to Ming Dongheng and asked, “Where’s your car?”

“At the intersection.”

“If Jiang Shao’s car can get in here, why can’t Mr. Ming’s?” Director Chen grew bolder and began to tease Mr. Ming.

Ming Dongheng calmed down, cold and righteous, “How would I know.”

Director Chen:

In Bai Lian’s car.

She slouched in the passenger seat, sending a string of prescriptions to Xiaoqi through her phone—

[For internal injuries]

[I’ll come over tonight]

There’s too much attention during the day.

With the intensity of Mao Kun’s match, his foundation was damaged. Without proper care, the aftereffects on his body could be severe.

His talent in martial arts was indeed exceptionally high.

In the driver’s seat.

Jiang Fulai put on a Bluetooth headset, one hand lazily turning the steering wheel, guiding the car away from Backter Street.

The voice in the headset was Jiang Xijue’s.

“It’s ‘The Great Eternal Prosperity,’” Jiang Xijue had found the TV series in question, “I checked it out, the return on investment is good. Are you…”

Jiang Xijue hesitated.

He really couldn’t imagine the aloof Young Master Jiang showing any interest in a TV drama.

Nor could he envisage him investing in a drama to promote someone.

But he didn’t dare to ask aloud.

“No need,” said Jiang Fulai indifferently, anticipating Jiang Xijue’s question, “Just a normal investment.”

As for predetermined choices…

Completely unnecessary.

If Yan Lu still didn’t get the lead role after Bai Lian’s intervention, then she wasn’t suited for this line of work, and Jiang Fulai would advise her to switch careers early.

His investment was to add luster to her, to give the drama solid support, to offer them the utmost help, not to create shortcuts for her.

Of course, he didn’t think Bai Lian would misjudge a person.

Jiang Xijue: “Okay.”

Purest Street.

Jiang Fulai parked the car, and he and Bai Lian got out together.

The alley was already fitted with streetlights, not too bright, a soft yellow glow stretching their silhouettes long.

“I’m going to see Zhang Shize tomorrow,” Jiang Fulai was probably a step behind her, his gaze on their shadows, his voice also sounding somewhat lazy, “You take a day off.”

“Huh?” Bai Lian glanced at him.

They had agreed to tutor Zhang Shize every Sunday.

This was the prison’s way of accommodating Zhang Shize as a high school senior.

“I’ll check his homework,” Jiang Fulai tilted slightly, looking over at Bai Lian, raising an eyebrow, “Don’t worry, I won’t scold him.”