The heavy rain hit me like God was tearing my face apart. The big raindrops hit my face painfully, and poured into my mouth mixed with blood and foam. Song Yanze had just crawled out of the iron cage in the underground boxing ring. There was still half a broken wooden thorn stuck in his back, which had been inserted by his opponent when he was playing dirty tricks. He raised his hand and wiped his face. His fingers were all scarlet, but there was a cold smile on his lips. He raised his foot and kicked the unconscious man on the ground until he turned over. He said in a deep voice: "You loser, you are worthy of competing with me for territory?"
