Du Ming's normal and symmetrical figure seemed very abnormal here, the boxers didn't think he was there to fight, Du Ming hadn't answered the man's question yet, another person shouted, "Kid, are you here to deliver water?"

  "It's not necessarily so, maybe he came to give us a massage and shoulder rub!" Another big fellow shouted, and several people burst out laughing.

  Du Ming let out a sigh, not wanting to bother with them, glanced around and saw that there was still an empty spot on the sofa in the corner, so he sauntered over and sat down.

  "Hey! Kid, we're talking to you!" Several boxers looked at Du Ming without responding and continued to shout at him, "This is a place for boxers to rest! Where did you come from?"

  Du Ming curled his lip. At this time, a boxer noticed the metal number plate with the number 12 in his hand and said in an exaggerated tone, "Hey, look! Unbelievable, this kid has a number plate, he can't be a boxer, right?"

  "What? How is that possible? This kid?" The boxers who were originally ignoring Du Ming also turned to look, after all, in the underground boxing ring where weight classes weren't divided, almost every boxer was robust and muscular. Nobody had ever seen anyone with a build like Du Ming's before.

  Du Ming coldly snorted and didn't respond. One of the boxers shouted, "Is this little kid going to get on stage and fight? I can warm up by beating him up!"

  "My goodness, can he withstand two punches from me? One slap from me and his spine will break!"

  "This must be a reward from the boxing arena, whoever draws him tonight won't it be like delivering prize money to their doorstep?"

  "Hahaha!"

  People were discussing and ridiculing Du Ming, Du Ming coldly swept them with a glance. Originally wanted to get up and beat them all to make them shut up, but considering that Jin Ling still needs time to observe and investigate in detail, if he beats the boxing hands on the field, the field will definitely drive himself and Jin Ling out. Even if they don't drive themselves away, there won't be any boxers on stage tonight, and everyone can only disperse.

  Du Ming simply closed his two eyes and meditated, treating the trash talk from those boxers as if he hadn't heard it.

  Du Ming's nonchalant reaction made the boxers so angry that they couldn't vent their emotions, and could only keep changing their insults towards him. However, no matter how much they scolded Du Ming, he remained unresponsive, with a hint of a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

  At the same time, Jin Ling had already sneaked into the crowd of spectators in the venue. She had previously received a photo of the suspect from an informant and had firmly remembered it before coming. Now, she was shuttling through the crowd, repeatedly comparing the appearance of each person.

  However, this was the busiest time for the underground boxing match, with people packed in like sardines, and Jin Ling searched for half a day but couldn't find that suspicious person.

  Jin Ling'er thought to herself that if she couldn't find it, Du Ming wouldn't be able to leave and would have to stay behind to stall for time. After a while, he might even get called up on stage.

  Although Jin Ling'er knew Du Ming's fighting strength, after seeing the extremely bloody and cruel boxing match in the iron cage just now, she couldn't help but worry about Du Ming, thinking that it would be better if he didn't go on stage, just in case something bad happened.

  However, things went against their wishes. Just when Jinling was at a loss, the host on the boxing ring shouted, "The next match is, No. 17 vs No. 12!"

  On the other side, Du Ming was waiting in the room and was about to fall asleep when someone pushed open the door and shouted inside, "Next match, number 17 versus number 12, hurry up and get ready to go on stage!"

  Du Ming was completely unaware that the twelfth was shouting at himself, still lying stably on the sofa. At this time, the seventeenth had already stood up, a tall and strong man with a height of over 1.9 meters, shouted into the room, "Hey! Who is No. 12?!"

  The boxers looked at each other in dismay, checking their number cards, but none of them were number twelve, and no one stepped forward.

  The muscular man No. 17 said impatiently, "Who the hell is No. 12? If you're afraid of death, just say so and admit defeat! What's the point of fighting a dark match?"

  At this time a boxer noticed Du Ming's number plate and pointed at him shouting, "This kid is No. 12!"

  Number Seventeen burst out laughing, "Haha, so it was this little guy! Today I got a good deal!"

  "Hey! Number Twelve! Get up quickly! If you're afraid, just ask Grandpa me for mercy and I'll let you admit defeat!" Seventeen said with big strides as he walked to Du Ming's side.

  Du Ming finally opened his eyes, picked up the number plate in his hand and took a look, suddenly enlightened and said, "Ah! So I'm No. 12! Sorry about that, I forgot about it earlier, come on, now it's time to get on the boxing ring, right?"

  Number Seventeen laughed, "Kid, stop pretending to be calm. What makes you think you can come to the underground boxing ring with this small body of yours? If you beg for mercy from me later, I'll go easy on you and at least spare your life. That's already being kind enough. Otherwise, if it were someone else, a person like you would get killed as soon as they step into the ring!"

  "Alright, alright, spare me the nonsense. Since you're so kind, I'll give you a chance. Admit defeat now and save yourself from suffering later."

  "Hahaha," Number Seventeen burst out laughing, "Has this kid gone crazy? Alright, alright, come on! I'd love to see how you can make me 'suffer'!"

  Du Ming sneered and walked out of the rest room first, followed by staff through layers of spectators to the center of the venue, and stepped onto the boxing ring.

  Jin Ling'er was under the boxing ring and saw Du Ming stunned for a moment, rushed to the edge of the boxing ring and shouted, "Du Ming! Du Ming!"

  Du Ming heard Jin Ling'er's voice and smiled as he walked over, "What's wrong?"

  "Sorry, I didn't find that suspicious person."

  "It doesn't matter, don't worry about it," Du Ming said nonchalantly. "I just took a look and there are dozens of boxers here, enough for me to take my time with. We've got plenty of time, so relax!"

  "Are you sure you won't be in danger?" Jin Ling'er asked worriedly. "I see that they're all so fierce, and someone gets either killed or injured in every match."

  Du Ming smiled and said, "Is that so? Then I won't hold back either. Next time, I'll beat him until he's covered in blood and then let him off the stage."

  Jin Ling'er still wasn't at ease, "Are you really okay? I'm worried about them..."

  "It's nothing, it's nothing," Du Ming waved his hand. "I don't even need to use my full strength to deal with these people. What are you worried about? It's just as well that you've been searching for half a day, take a rest and watch the excitement!"