Chapter 1112 — Er Goudan Punches Out Master Li, Part One
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"Insolent! I'd say you're here to make trouble, boy. But you'd better open your eyes and see what kind of place this is. Coming here to make trouble — you must be tired of living!" The burly man laughed at Er Goudan's words, looking at him as though he were a fool.
But Er Goudan had no patience for the likes of him. His purpose here was clear: to beat that so-called Master Li to death.
Er Goudan casually shoved the man who had spoken, and with a howl of agony the fellow went flying and crashed to the ground. Without waiting for him to say another word, Er Goudan strode straight into the underground boxing arena.
Inside the arena, the lights blazed and the noise of the crowd roared. On the platform, two men were fighting, and the shouts of the spectators below rose and fell in waves. But none of this mattered to Er Goudan. His purpose in coming here was to find Master Li.
Yet in this vast arena, where was he to find Master Li? Er Goudan had no idea. After a moment's thought, he simply leaped up onto the platform.
At the edge of the platform were the referee and some of the arena's staff, but Er Goudan moved so fast that before they could react to what was happening, he was already up on the platform.
The spectators, who had been cheering on the fighters they had bet on, suddenly saw another man appear on the platform. They froze, then let out cries of astonishment. No one knew where this shabbily dressed young man had come from.
The two fighters, locked in their desperate struggle, were baffled by the sight as well. This was supposed to be their battlefield — why was there another man here?
"Where's Master Li? Come out quick so I can punch you to death!" Er Goudan's purpose here was simple: once Master Li was dead, he naturally would not be able to take Yu Yuanyuan as a concubine. What use was a concubine to a dead man? Let him find a female ghost for a concubine.
The two fighters on the platform were dumbfounded. What sort of person was this? Was he insane?
The two exchanged a glance, temporarily abandoned their fight, and walked toward Er Goudan. If they wanted to continue the match, they would first have to throw this lunatic off the platform.
"Boy, you're here to cause trouble, aren't you? Do you know the consequences of interrupting our fight?" one of the fighters, wearing a red cap, barked coldly at Er Goudan.
"Are you Master Li?" Er Goudan glanced at the red-capped fighter and asked.
"Master Li? What Master Li?" The red-capped fighter was taken aback.
"Since you're not Master Li, stop your yapping here. I've come to punch Master Li to death." Er Goudan waved his hand impatiently, motioning the red-capped fighter to step aside.
"Big talk! Come to punch Master Li to death, have you? Let's see who you can punch to death... ah!" But before the red-capped man could finish, he felt his body go flying, as though he were on a roller coaster — whoosh, up into the air! Then in an instant he landed in the spectator seats below the platform, setting off a chorus of cries. Er Goudan had thrown him.