Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2063 - 392: New Developments 1

Following a string of bouts, Li Gang's moment arrived at last.

As he climbed onto the platform, Li Gang spotted his rival, another masked fighter sporting a dark wolf-head cover. The guy had a standard frame, reaching slightly above 1.7 meters. He wasn't scrawny by any means, yet he lacked any real brawn. Beside Li Gang, built like a sturdy hill, the foe looked positively minuscule.

The official held off on kicking things off right away. He positioned the two combatants at the ring's far ends, then boomed out, "Ladies and gentlemen, today's contenders include our familiar face, Black Wolf, holder of three straight wins in this very pit. Facing him is the fresh face, going by the handle Bear Big!"

That alias sparked chuckles across the crowd, evoking memories of a legendary cartoon from ages past.

A few voices yelled, "Bear Big ought to face Bald Strong. Black Wolf can take the lead!"

Ignoring the audience's outbursts, the official pressed on, "Everyone knows Black Wolf's power. Bear Big's hefty frame screams potential too. Expect a brutal clash. Folks looking to wager, now's the time to back your pick!"

This pre-fight wagering ritual happens in every showdown. Regular arena-goers know the drill and rushed straight to the betting counters.

A number of folks backed Black Wolf, since a fighter's might goes beyond size. Plus, with his streak of three wins in a row, he stood as the top choice.

Some threw support to Li Gang for different motives. Certain ones figured his solid bulk offered reliability, convincing them of his triumph. Women made up the bulk of this group.

Others just favored the long shot. Sure, a Black Wolf win might pay little, but a shocking upset by Bear Big could bring huge gains.

As the crowd hustled with their wagers outside, Wu Li grew uneasy and muttered, "Uncle Zhang, is Li Gang up to this?"

Zhang Hong stayed composed, grinning as he replied, "Relax. Black Wolf's no threat to Li Gang. Even if Li Gang just holds position, Black Wolf couldn't dent his guard."

A bit of calm washed over Wu Li, though her frets lingered. Li Gang was the lifelong partner she'd selected. Worry naturally breeds unease, after all.

Minutes passed until the wagers wrapped up, then the official waved Li Gang and Black Wolf to the ring's heart, staring each other down.

"Big guy, have you decided how you want to die?"

Seizing the pause before the official's go-ahead, Black Wolf gazed up at Li Gang, towering a full head above. His voice dripped menace, a red tongue flicking from the mask to trace its wolfish pattern.

His icy stare burned with savage hunger.

Black Wolf's go-to move: in every bout's prelude, he'd unleash this creepy voice and feral glare to rattle foes. It crushed greenhorns hardest.

Li Gang qualified as a total beginner, utterly green to boot. This marked his debut in actual combat. Unsurprisingly, Black Wolf's taunt shook him, prompting an automatic retreat.

The crowd's jeers rose at that sight. Bettors on Li Gang cursed their picks. They'd witnessed pros crumble mid-fight plenty, but never one flinching pre-bell.

With that shaky start, Li Gang might overpower Black Wolf yet still fall to the sly underdog play.

Zhang Hong inwardly groaned: What a tough nut this boy is!

Up on the platform, Black Wolf thrilled inside. A rookie—and a mega-rookie! Time to crush him.

Buzzing with hype, Black Wolf planned a full assault. Forcing the brute to beg mercy would cement his legend.

Thus, he kept that killer stare locked on Li Gang, cackling creepily as he added, "Kid, kneel down and admit defeat, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, not only will I kill you, but I’ll also find out everything about your background afterward. I won’t spare even your family. If you have any sisters or girlfriends, Black Wolf will gladly accept them as well."

What happens when you push too far and flip the script? Precisely this.

Li Gang had begun yielding to Black Wolf's scary vibe. Yet those threats wiped out his dread, igniting boundless rage in its place.

Right then, the official called the match underway, and Li Gang lunged straight at Black Wolf.

The feared retreat never came. Black Wolf felt let down but stayed cool. He launched first, slamming a fist into Li Gang's torso.

"Black Wolf, kill him!" With Black Wolf attacking upfront, his backers in the stands lit up, roaring like an ocean storm.

Thud!

Black Wolf's blow landed square on Li Gang's chest with a dull thump.

But joy evaded Black Wolf; shock hit instead. His strike felt like smashing an iron peak.

It didn't faze the rival at all—in fact, it shattered his own hand bones, crippling his right arm instantly.

Before Black Wolf processed the shock, Li Gang's riposte flew in.

Puff~

A sandbag-sized knuckle smashed Black Wolf's skull from the flank. Amid a soft pop, his head burst like overripe fruit, spraying gore, crimson, and pale chunks wide. Even the tough mask splintered, hurtling past the ropes.

The sight stunned Black Wolf's former fans into hush. The whole illicit fight den plunged into dead silence.

Soon after, hurrahs exploded anew. Fewer than a tenth of the prior Black Wolf squad joined in, yet the din matched their volume.

Li Gang's female wagerers dominated the cheers, and no male outshouts a woman's shriek.

Shortly, even the original Black Wolf rooters switched to applause.

Underground brawls often ended in death for these veterans. But a single blow pulverizing a head? That was pure novelty.

With such raw, gory thrill, their lost cash felt like pocket change.