Prologue

  Prologue

  The moonlight was like water, softly pouring down its faint glow, and intersecting with the rainbow that stretched from underfoot to the end of the field of vision, shining together. In the distant gaze, the whole world seemed a bit mysterious and unreal. Standing on the top floor of this hundreds-of-stories-high building, overlooking the city below, he opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire world in his bosom.

  If someone saw where Gao Yuan was at this moment, they would undoubtedly be shocked, thinking he was either a madman or someone who wanted to jump off the building and commit suicide. In this city's highest building, every year there were always a few people who jumped from the top and splattered into a pulp.

  Standing high on the top layer of concrete railing, the narrow width of the concrete railing was just enough for one foot, if it were an ordinary person, not to mention standing on this, even climbing on the railing and looking down would make them dizzy.

  Gao Yuan is not an ordinary person, he just won a million-dollar fight for someone else. And his reward was $100,000. This amount of money can make him live a comfortable life for a while.

  He is a fighter. Not the kind that's exposed to the spotlight with judges and rules, but underground death matches where the fight only ends when one side falls and can't get back up again. The loser often means death or never being able to step onto the fighting stage again.

  This kind of fighting is bloody and violent, far beyond the ordinary person's imagination. To survive for several years on the fighting stage and to make a name for oneself requires paying a price that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Every time he sees those boxing championships on TV, Gao Yuan can't help but sneer. Those so-called boxing champions would absolutely not be able to survive if they really stepped onto that kind of death-fighting stage.

  Death match, no rules.

  The fight that ended ten days ago still left Gao Yuan with lingering fear, this was a battle of the North and South, not only for the huge amount of money, but also for the status of the two big shots in the Jianghu. The tens of millions of US dollars were just surface numbers, while the money involved in the outer betting circle was even more staggering, counted in hundreds of millions.

  This was the first time that Gao Yuan felt the taste of death in a fierce battle. Even ten days later, every time he thought back to that last scene, Gao Yuan would still wake up from his nightmare with a start. His opponent lay before him, his carotid artery severed by the sharp knife in his hand, blood spurting out like a fountain and drenching himself from head to toe, when he too fell down powerlessly.

  Three days later, a $100,000 check was delivered into Gao Yuan's hands, and it was on this day that he decided to quit the underground fighting world once and for all. The money he had earned over these years was enough for him to start a legitimate business. Approaching thirty, his body had reached its peak, and every subsequent day would only be a decline. If he stayed in this fighting arena, one day he would end up like today's opponent, splattered with blood on the fighting stage.

  Today will be his last day in this city.

  Farewell! I will never come back again. Gao Yuan slowly withdrew his arms, took a last look at the dazzling city, and jumped down from the railing.

  In the VIP room of the hotel downstairs, all the formalities have been completed, and he will take the last flight today to leave this country. He is clear in his mind that as long as he stays on this land, he will eventually be found by his enemies. Over the years, he has made too many enemies in the fighting arena, and he can still enjoy Big Brother's protection if he continues to work under him for one more day. But once he decides to quit, he loses his greatest backer. His enemies will also come to take revenge on him without any scruples.

  Must leave here as soon as possible, if it wasn't for that fight, I would have been injured too, after getting the money, I should be gone.

  With a loud creak, the iron door on the top floor was pushed open, and it collided with the concrete wall, producing a crisp sound. Gao Yuan's heart skipped a beat, his right hand wiped across, and a thin dagger as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his hand.

  A dozen or so people emerged in a line, stopping about a dozen steps away from Gaoyuan. The leader of the group looked at Gaoyuan and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Gaoyuan's heart sank as he saw the person standing before him - it was that big shot from the North.

  "Long time no see!"

  He froze on the spot, opposite him, several pistols with silencers installed were aimed at him, their black muzzles staring at him, and at this distance, he had no room to dodge.

  "Old Chu, you're willing to gamble and lose, you came looking for trouble with me, now you've lost face!" Gao Yuan took a deep breath.

  "No way!" said the man known as Chu Boss, throwing up his hands. "To be honest, I didn't want to bother you either. This small amount of money, I can afford to lose. The problem is, this time you made someone else lose big, and he wants your life. I'm not capable of offending him, so I had to take out another $1 million to buy your life back. You probably know who sold you out, don't you?"

  A distant heart sank, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. The person who betrayed him could only be his boss, as no one else knew where he lived.

  "What's the use of being good at Kung Fu? Can it block bullets?" Old Chu chuckled.

  "Boss Chu, from today on, I'll follow you!" Gao Yuan shouted loudly: "I can win back all the money you've lost."

  Chu boss hesitated for a moment, pondering for a while, "The proposal is not bad, but unfortunately, I'm not the one in charge this time. And Gaoyuan, the money lost in this outer betting ring, you can't win it back even if you fight for a lifetime, and the shocking betting ring isn't available every year."

  Gao Yuan understood that today was a dead end. Looking at the black muzzle of the guns in front of him, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. If death is inevitable, then so be it. He'd take one down with him as well.

  He knelt down with a thud and wailed, "Master Chu, spare my life! Gao Yuan will be your ox and horse, repaying your kindness!"

  Looking at Gao Yuan's awkward appearance, Chu Boss was first stunned, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing, "The underground number one fighter is nothing more than this, brothers, take a look..." Before he finished speaking, Gao Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, suddenly fell to the ground, propped himself up with one hand, and rushed forward quickly. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ankle of a gunman, flung him to the ground with a loud crash, and swiftly slashed the opponent's neck with his thin dagger. With a "whoosh" sound, blood splattered onto Gao Yuan's face. In an instant, he had already rolled away and counterattacked, swinging his dagger out with a whistling sound, straight at Chu Boss, who was staring in shock. The dagger stabbed into Chu Boss's body, piercing through his clothes but then fell to the ground powerlessly. It turned out that he was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath.

  "Kill him!" Old Chu's boss was furious.

  The muffled gunshot sounded as the silencer was installed, and Gao Yuan had already rushed to the iron gate. In this instant, his speed completely broke through his limit. He knew that if he didn't get out of sight of his opponent in the first time, he would be dead for sure.

  The gate is right in front of you, as long as you escape from this gate, it will be a vast and open world.

  Just then, another dull gunshot sounded, this time not from behind but from the door. The dull sound of gunfire continued to ring out, and Gao Yuan's body was like being hit by a large hammer from the front, flying backward into the air. In his last glance, he saw the person walking out of the gate, it was his boss. On either side of the boss, two gunmen still had wisps of smoke rising from their guns.

  Gao Yuan feels like he is flying, the higher he flies, the higher he goes.

  It turns out that death is not so painful after all, and I didn't even feel any pain myself, but rather felt as if my whole body had sunk into a cloud, floating gently further and further away.