What a conspiracy! What a conspiracy! What a conspiracy! "
In the underground boxing ring, the roar can bring down the roof. The smell of sweat, blood and rust, and the smoke of inferior cigarettes mixed together, making people's eyes sore.
In the middle of the iron cage, Lin Ye flicked his wrist. The silver-grey hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his eyebrows. He smiled crookedly, and the shallow scar on his left cheek moved, looking naughty.
