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

Following a series of intense bouts, Li Gang's moment in the spotlight finally arrived.

As he stepped into the ring, Li Gang spotted his rival—a masked fighter sporting a fierce black wolf head covering. The guy had a regular physique, measuring a bit over 1.7 meters in height. He wasn't scrawny, yet he lacked any real brawn. In contrast to Li Gang, who loomed like a sturdy hill, this opponent appeared almost minuscule.

The referee held off on kicking things off right away. He positioned both combatants at the ring's opposing edges before booming out, "Ladies and gentlemen, today's contenders include our familiar face, Black Wolf, who's racked up three straight wins in this very arena. Facing him is a fresh face, going by the alias Bear Big!"

At the mention of that alias, the crowd burst into chuckles, recalling a beloved cartoon from centuries past.

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

Brushing aside the audience's shouts, the referee pressed on, "Everyone knows Black Wolf's power. As for Bear Big, his solid frame alone suggests he's no pushover. Expect a brutal showdown. Now, if you're looking to wager, head over and back your pick!"

This pre-fight wagering round is standard for every clash. Regular arena-goers know the drill and rushed straight to the betting stations.

Plenty threw their money on Black Wolf, since a fighter's might isn't all about size. Plus, with his streak of three wins in a row, he stood as the top choice.

Some backed Li Gang for different motives. A few figured his hulking form offered a reliable edge, convincing them of his triumph. These supporters were mostly female.

Others just favored the long shot. Sure, winning on Black Wolf paid little, but a shock victory from Bear Big could yield huge returns.

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

Zhang Hong stayed composed, replying with a grin, "Relax. Black Wolf's power can't touch Li Gang. Even if Li Gang doesn't move a muscle, Black Wolf couldn't pierce his guard."

Wu Li eased up a touch, though her frets lingered. Li Gang was the partner she'd selected forever. Naturally, worry bred more unease.

Minutes passed until the bets wrapped up, then the referee beckoned Li Gang and Black Wolf to the ring's heart to confront one another.

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

Seizing the pause before the referee's signal, Black Wolf gazed up at Li Gang, towering a full head above him. His voice dripped menace as his red tongue flicked from beneath the mask, tracing the wolf pattern.

A savage gleam lit his icy stare.

This was Black Wolf's signature move. Prior to every bout, he'd deploy that chilling voice and murderous look to rattle foes. It hit hardest against green beginners.

Li Gang qualified as a total rookie, utterly untested. This marked his debut in a genuine scrap. Unsurprisingly, Black Wolf's taunt shook him, prompting an automatic retreat.

The crowd jeered at the sight. Bettors on Li Gang now second-guessed themselves. They'd witnessed plenty of fighters falter mid-battle, but never one flinching before the bell.

With that kind of showing, Li Gang might outmuscle Black Wolf yet still fall to the crafty pretender.

Zhang Hong inwardly shook his head: What a tricky lad!

Up in the ring, Black Wolf thrilled at the prospect. A newbie, and an extreme one! At last, he could crush him.

Pumped up, Black Wolf aimed to unleash everything. Forcing the giant to beg for mercy would cement his status for good.

Thus, he kept fixing Li Gang with that feral glare, 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 it backfires? That's precisely the case here.

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

Right then, the referee called the match to begin, and Li Gang surged ahead at Black Wolf.

The anticipated retreat never came. Though Black Wolf felt let down, panic didn't grip him. He lunged first, slamming a fist into Li Gang's torso.

"Black Wolf, kill him!" With Black Wolf attacking upfront, his backers in the stands ignited, their roars crashing like waves.

Thud!

The blow landed squarely on Li Gang's chest with a dull thud.

Far from joy, shock gripped Black Wolf. It was like slamming into an iron peak.

The strike didn't harm the foe at all—instead, it shattered his own hand bones, leaving his right arm limp instantly.

As Black Wolf reeled in confusion, Li Gang's retaliation whistled in.

Puff~

A massive fist, like a sandbag, smashed into Black Wolf's skull from the flank. Amid a soft pop, his head burst open like overripe fruit, spraying gore, crimson, and pale chunks across the area. The sturdy mask cracked apart and sailed way past the ropes.

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

Moments later, fresh cheers exploded. Fewer than a tenth of the prior Black Wolf rooters joined in, yet the noise rivaled the earlier frenzy.

Li Gang's victors were largely ladies, and female shrieks outmatch any male holler.

Soon after, even initial Black Wolf supporters switched to applauding.

They'd seen tons of fatal finishes in these hidden rings, but a single punch vaporizing a head? That was brand new territory.

The raw thrill and splatter made their lost cash feel like pocket change.