At two o'clock in the morning in the underground boxing ring, the air was filled with the smell of sweat and rust.
Lin Bei was lying on the ground, his face pressed against the concrete floor, feeling cold.
There was a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, and he spat out blood, which was mixed with ash and stuck to the corner of his mouth.
"Trash, get up."
"It fell down in three seconds, so damn boring."
The laughter of the onlookers around me was like needles piercing my ears.
