At this moment, in a secluded room, there hung sets of women's clothing, a huge bathroom, and a bathtub—clearly Jiang Xiaotang's personal space.
Jiang Xiaotang propped her chin while sitting at a table, and in front of her stood a dynamic holographic projection; surprisingly, it showed Qing Chen and Huang Zixian talking.
She muttered to herself, somewhat puzzled, "Are they really here to watch the match and learn techniques? But what can you learn from a lightweight level match?
While speaking, her fair legs tucked under her skirt rested on the soft couch in front of her, her embroidered flat shoes particularly bright, making the backs of her feet appear exceptionally pale, as if even the bone patterns and blue veins carried a unique kind of beauty.
Jiang Xiaotang silently watched the young man in the holograph, her thoughts unknown.
After a while, she pressed a button on the table and said, "Change the match schedule. Have Guo Ruochao and Zhong Mingyuan fight next. Get them to update their fight contracts, and increase their appearance fee by 10%."
A hesitant voice came from the table's built-in speaker, "Boss, the two originally scheduled to fight are already prepared to enter the ring."
Jiang Xiaotang didn't speak. Just three seconds later, the subordinate immediately changed his tone and said, "I'll arrange it right now."
During the match interval, in the private room, Qing Chen asked, "Do matches in the octagon cage often end in life or death?
"Often," Huang Zixian replied, "Begonia Boxing Gym is somewhat better; Boss Jiang doesn't deliberately seek bloodshed and thrill. But many smaller gyms are different. To attract some psychologically repressed spectators and gamblers, they deliberately kill one or two fighters each day."
Qing Chen couldn't understand, "Isn't it said that it takes four to five months for new people to come to Begonia Boxing Gym for classification? If new people are so few, wouldn't they all be dead?"
Huang Zixian burst out laughing suddenly, "It seems you really don't know much about the gyms in the Fourth District. There are over a hundred underground boxing gyms in the entire City 18, but the Fourth District gathers the top sixteen. For a fighter to get classified, it counts only if it's done in these sixteen gyms. Generally, everyone goes to Hongxing Boxing Gym, which has the lowest intensity and the fewest deaths, and more than ten fighters can be classified in one night. Honestly, what Hongxing Boxing Gym does is simply this business: selling fighter's passports."
Once certified, fighters can freely choose their matches and fight in any gym.
As for large gyms like Begonia Boxing Gym, they keep their own exclusive fighters.
Generally, fighters from Begonia are considered a cut above those from other gyms at the same level, which gives them a natural sense of superiority.
Qing Chen nodded, understanding that the sixteen gyms in the Fourth District essentially held the power of 'certification' for fighters, on which all the gyms in City 18 relied.
And Begonia Boxing Gym, typically being among the highest level, usually the ones daring to be classified there were geniuses.
Only true geniuses would be brought here by their coaches to make a big splash.
Getting classified at Begonia Boxing Gym was indeed risky, but being certified here carried the most value and provided the most solid path.
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It was at this moment that Qing Chen realized how much his master had trapped him...
Or rather, the tradition of the Knight Organization was quite a trap...
"Oh, the schedule has changed," Huang Zixian said, "Wait, why are Guo Ruochao and Zhong Mingyuan fighting?"
"Is there a problem?" Qing Chen asked.
Huang Zixian hesitated a moment and said, "These two are the best in technical skills at the lightweight level. Begonia Boxing Gym usually avoids having them fight together because technical-style fights aren't visually appealing, and the audience might not understand. Strange, who arranged this match?"
He glanced at Qing Chen, thinking if this arrangement was specifically for the young man to learn techniques.
While Huang Zixian was contemplating, a knocking sound came from outside the private room. Jiang Xiaotang asked lazily from outside, "May I come in?"
Huang Zixian silently looked at Qing Chen, not expecting that Jiang Xiaotang would even ask before pushing the door open and entering.