The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 489: Unexpected -

Ye Chenfeng’s sonorous voice spread to every corner of the underground boxing arena, instantly silencing the noisy shouts around them. Every spectator’s eyes filled with an incredible light, and they even wondered if something was wrong with their ears. Was this young man from Huaxia Country really going to take on three at once? And all three opponents were first-class fighters in Country M’s underground boxing circles. This was not just simply courting death; it was wholeheartedly embracing it!

"Hahaha, man from Huaxia Country, is there something wrong with your head? Do you need me to find you a doctor?" taunted a man from Country M in the spectator seats, loudly scoffing with disdain.

Following the boisterous laughter of the man from Country M, the underground boxing arena boiled over once again with derision and sarcasm. Not a single spectator took Ye Chenfeng’s words seriously. They didn’t just doubt his chances in a three-on-one—they believed that even in a one-on-one fight, this young man from Huaxia Country had almost zero chance of winning.

In the spectator seats, the only ones who remained completely calm were Wang Li and Ning Yuting, who knew of Ye Chenfeng’s strength. The middle-aged Huaxia man sitting beside Wang Li swallowed hard and said, "Brother, is your friend really that formidable? Can he truly take on three by himself?"

Wang Li had no intention of concealing the truth from the middle-aged man. He nodded and said, "Yeah, he will definitely win. The chance of him losing is zero. A person’s strength should never be judged solely by their appearance."

Upon hearing Wang Li’s affirmative response, the middle-aged man glanced at the betting odds on the electronic screen, pondered for about a minute, and then declared, "Okay, brother, today I will put five million US dollars on your friend."

Below the stage, at Dennis’s location, Dennis observed Ye Chenfeng spouting bold words on the stage. Could this Huaxia man really have some tricks up his sleeve? To be safe, since his opponent had proposed a one-against-three, why would he refuse? Turning to the three men beside him, he ordered, "When you get up there, beat him to death, and finish off this Huaxia trash in the shortest time possible."

Dennis’s only three remaining fighters were a very muscular black man, like a human crushing machine; a bald white man with muscles as solid as rocks on every part of his body; and the last one, with a skull tattoo on his arm, possessing a perfectly proportioned body and incredibly strong explosive power.

These three were the strongest of Dennis’s men brought that day. Looking at Ye Chenfeng on the stage, they simultaneously displayed contempt in their eyes. They were all top fighters in Country M’s underground boxing circles, whereas the Huaxia young man on the stage looked as frail as paper compared to them. What qualification did this person have to fight them, let alone challenge them to a one-against-three?

However, since their boss Dennis had given the order, the three men had no objections and stepped onto the stage. When the three of them actually climbed onto the stage, the spectator seats erupted once again. In the eyes of the audience, there was no suspense in this underground boxing match—the young man from Huaxia Country was doomed to lose.

One after another, the spectators made their bets again—money not easily won is wasted. Inside the room on the right side of the underground boxing arena, Andre watched the scene outside through an LCD screen, clear as day. The young man from Country M rushed into the room, perturbed, and said, "Boss, the spectators outside are betting again. Without exception, they are putting their money on Dennis’s men. Moreover, with the fight being three against one, even though the young man from Huaxia Country is strong, aren’t we taking too big a risk? After all, our underground boxing arena has never had a precedent of one taking on three, and Dennis has privately bet thirty million on his men."

"Boss, should we accept this round of bets?" the youth from Country M asked respectfully. The audience outside had completely lost their minds, with some even staking all their assets on this boxing match, convinced there was no way for Ye Chenfeng to win.

Andre nodded and said, "We will accept all of these bets. I believe if this Huaxia man dares to make such a bold statement, he must have the ability to back it up. If he loses, even if he dies on the stage, I won’t let off his two friends."

The underground boxing arena accepted the new wave of bets, sending the crowd’s emotions surging. Screaming like mad in their throats, everyone who came to the underground boxing match sought excitement. Now that they had placed their money on Dennis’s men, they naturally wanted to see Ye Chenfeng bleed profusely, or even die on the stage.

The middle-aged Huaxia man sitting next to Wang Li asked again, "Brother, are you really certain your friend can win this match?" The man saw the odds for Ye Chenfeng increase once more on the electronic screen. It was inevitable; on the surface, it was clear that Ye Chenfeng was at a disadvantage in a three-against-one scenario.

Wang Li casually nodded his head and said with confidence, "He will undoubtedly win."

The middle-aged man from Huaxia Country clenched his teeth and said, "Fine, then I’ll bet another five million US dollars on your friend." Next to every seat in the spectator stands was an electronic betting device; spectators who wanted to place bets just had to press the button on the device.

After all the spectators had finished placing their bets, the underground boxing ring’s referee officially announced the start of the match. Dennis’s three subordinates showed cold, bloodthirsty expressions on their faces. The African American, who was like a humanoid compactor and the strongest among the three, said casually, "I’ll take care of this Huaxia guy. If we three have to join hands to deal with such a character, and word of it gets out in Country M’s underground boxing rings, won’t we become a joke?"

The other two men, one with a bald head and the other with tattoos, agreed with the African American’s words and stood at the edge of the ring, not planning to take any action.

The African American took two steps forward, his lips curving upward slightly as he said in English, "Huaxia man, you will die under my fists soon. One person like me is more than enough to deal with you." ƒreewebɳovel.com

After speaking, the African American’s legs suddenly pushed against the ground, and his entire frame charged toward Ye Chenfeng like an armored vehicle. The African American’s charging power was no weaker than that of an enraged bull, in fact, it was much stronger. An ordinary person hit by him would certainly break many bones and suffer internal injuries, becoming a cripple if not killed.

"Do you think this Huaxia trash will be finished with one move?" the bald Caucasian man standing at the edge of the ring said with a cold sneer.

"Do we even need to talk about it? Even we can’t withstand such an impact, let alone this Huaxia trash," said the tattooed man with disdain.

Below the ring, Dennis saw his subordinate blocking Ye Chenfeng’s escape route, so Ye Chenfeng had no choice but to take the African American’s charge head-on, which brought a satisfied smile to Dennis’s lips.

The spectators in the stands screamed even louder as they saw Ye Chenfeng about to be knocked flying, their neck veins bulging with excitement that they couldn’t hide.

As the African American closed in on Ye Chenfeng, the atmosphere in the underground boxing ring reached its peak. In a room to the right of the ring, Andre frowned as he watched the scene on the LCD screen, and the young man from Country M standing beside him said, "Boss, the African American’s impact force is huge. Do you think the Huaxia man can take it?"

Just as everyone anticipated the outcome, an unexpected scene played out before the audience’s eyes. Ye Chenfeng looked calm and collected as the African American was about to make contact. He leapt into the air, his right fist crashing down on the African American’s head. Seeing that the African American was going for the kill, why should he hold back?

With a muffled "bang," blood and brain matter splattered through the underground boxing ring, the African American’s head exploding. His massive body, akin to a compactor, slowly fell to the ground, unmistakably dead.

Ye Chenfeng shook the bloodstains off his right hand and coldly fixed his gaze on the Caucasian with the bald head and the tattooed man standing at the edge of the ring.

The outcome was probably something no one in attendance could have expected. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)