"Don't even think about taking a cent! This is a big profit, the principal is yours, and you're the one who ran around for it. Let's split it 50/50, I'm being very generous!"

  "I don't need your generosity!" Jin Ling'er glared at Du Ming and said, "I'm a police officer, how could I possibly take money earned from gambling? Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I have to go investigate quickly! You go rest for a while, you'll definitely be called back on stage later."

  Du Ming nodded, "Alright, you're an upright and noble police flower, but I have to give you some advice. We are in an undercover operation here, don't always think of yourself as a policeman, it's easy to blow your cover that way. Temporarily forget about that identity and blend in here, only then can we investigate more effectively."

  Du Ming patted Jin Ling's shoulder and smiled, then turned around and left.

  Jin Ling'er spat twice at Du Ming's back.

  Du Ming walked past the boxing ring, through that small corridor, and into the boxers' rest room.

  This time when Du Ming entered, everyone looked at him, and most people's eyes were filled with hostility.

  Du Ming raised an eyebrow and walked into the room with a nonchalant expression, sitting down in his usual spot in the corner.

  Everyone watched Du Ming's series of actions, but he didn't say or do anything, and simply walked to the corner and sat down.

  A boxer with the number twenty-three on his metal plate finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked straight to Du Ming's face. "Twelfth! You little kid was hiding so deeply? We humiliated you like that before but you didn't react, we thought you were just a coward, turns out you have skills? Why didn't you come fight us before?"

  Du Ming originally had his eyes closed, but No. 23 came over to talk to him, so he could only lazily open them and say, "What's going on? Where are you guys spouting nonsense? Do I have to stoop to your level of foolishness before you're satisfied?"

  "What did you say?!" The No. 6 next to him couldn't sit still, "Who are you calling an idiot?!"

  "Who should say who, I didn't mention anyone's name."

  Number Six walked up to Du Ming and said fiercely, "What's your intention, you little brat!"

  Du Ming said lazily, "What's the big deal? I advise you not to look for trouble here. If we were under the boxing ring, I'd beat you up and I wouldn't even get a prize. Isn't that just a waste of energy? So now I don't want to fight you, so you should just leave quietly."

  "You! You little brat really doesn't know the height of heaven and earth!" Number Six was thoroughly enraged, raised his fist and swung it at Du Ming's face. Du Ming's eyes turned cold, he raised one hand with five fingers spread apart, and with a slapping sound caught Number Six's punch. He lifted his foot and kicked Number Six in the knee, exerted some force with his hand, and Number Six lost control, thudding to his knees in front of him.

  Du Ming said coldly to No. 6, "Just now I was just playing with No. 17, if I really wanted to be serious, it would be meaningless for all of you to come together, so you'd better recognize the reality and don't bother me here, now behave yourselves, later when I get on stage after drawing lots, I can still go easy on you."

  Number Six is also a master in this underground boxing arena, but now he was defeated by Du Ming with just one move, and everyone was shocked, standing up.

  Du Ming saw that everyone had stood up and casually threw open the door of No. 6, saying "What? You really want to fight now? Alright then, come on all together!"

  Several disgruntled boxers, upon hearing this, were eager to rush up, at which point Number Nineteen shouted, "Alright! Everyone stop! Fighting here now makes no sense! We'll see each other on the boxing ring later!"

  Du Ming pointed at No. 19 who was speaking, "Hmmm, you're not bad, that's a great talk! Hey, did you guys hear? Are you listening to him?"

  Boxers all know that Du Ming is formidable, although they think that even if they gang up on him, it's not like they can't take down just one person, Du Ming. But now, even if they win against Du Ming, there's really no point to it, and there's no prize money to be had either. Moreover, many people saw how Du Ming took down Number Six with a single move and are intimidated, unwilling to fight him.

  Now that Nineteen shouted, it just gave them an excuse to step down, and many boxers said, "Hmm, makes sense," and then sat back down.

  Du Ming looked at everyone with satisfaction, "This is just right, as long as everyone behaves during the game."

  At this time, the door suddenly opened and a staff member rushed towards the boxers shouting, "Next match is about to start! Number 23 versus number 12!"

  At this time, everyone in the audience knew that Du Ming's number was twelve. Du Ming raised an eyebrow, stood up, and glanced at No. 23.

  Number Twenty-Three was also staring at Du Ming, his eyes were extremely fierce, he made a provocative gesture towards Du Ming and said, "Let me tell you, don't think that defeating Number Seventeen and subduing Number Six is anything to brag about. Wait till we're on the boxing ring and I'll let you experience the horror of the Meat Grinder!"

  "Meat grinder?" Du Ming reacted for a moment, this was No. 23's "domineering nickname", and burst out laughing.

  Number 23 glared, thinking Du Ming was mocking his nickname, and thought Du Ming was using laughter to provoke him. He scolded a few words, waved his fist at Du Ming, turned around and walked out of the rest room.

  Du Ming smiled and followed him up, walking together onto the boxing ring.

  Du Ming glanced around the boxing ring, found Jin Ling'er in the crowd, and squatted down at the railing, shouting, "Hey! Jin Ling'er!"

  Jin Ling squeezed through the crowd and came before Du Ming, "What's wrong?"

  "What's wrong?" Du Ming said, "How's your investigation going? Is there any result?"

  Jin Ling'er said somewhat dejectedly, "I've already ruled out two-thirds of the people here and still can't find that suspect. I'm starting to think he might not be here today."

  "Didn't you still have a third of the people you didn't investigate? Take your time to identify, they all said that there are many boxing hands here that can last for a long time, and there is enough time for you to investigate."

  Jin Ling nodded, "Then I'll continue to investigate, you be careful!"

  "Alright, oh yeah," Du Ming said hastily, "didn't you just make 10,000 yuan? Help me put it all on myself now, the odds are definitely not as high as before, but every little bit counts!"

  Jin Ling'er looked at Du Ming with a speechless expression, glared at him fiercely before turning around, "Alright, I'll go place the bet for you!"

  Du Ming was very satisfied with the railing and patted Jin Ling'er, "Great! Look at us two, how tacit!"

  At this time, No. 23 was ready and shouted at Du Ming who was squatting beside the railing, "No. 12! Are you ready? I'm going to start!" "You don't want a single cent! This is too much, the principal is yours, and the legwork is also done by you, let's split it five-five, I'm very generous!"

  "I don't need your generosity!" Jin Ling'er glared at Du Ming and said, "I'm a police officer, how could I possibly take money earned from gambling? Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I have to go investigate quickly! You go rest for a while, you'll definitely be called back on stage later."

  Du Ming nodded, "Alright, you're an upright and noble flower of the police force. However, I have to give you some advice - we're in an undercover operation here. Don't always think about being a cop, it's easy to blow your cover that way. Temporarily forget about that identity and blend in here, then you can investigate more effectively."

  Du Ming patted Jin Ling's shoulder and smiled, then turned around and left.

  Jin Ling'er spat twice at Du Ming's back.

  Du Ming walked past the boxing ring, through that small corridor, and into the boxers' rest room.

  This time when Du Ming entered, everyone looked at him, and most people's eyes were filled with hostility.

  Du Ming raised an eyebrow and walked into the room with a nonchalant expression, sitting down in the corner where he had been sitting before.

  Everyone watched Du Ming's series of movements, but he didn't say or do anything, and simply walked to the corner and sat down.

  A boxer with the number twenty-three on his metal plate finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked straight to Du Ming's face. "Twelfth! You little kid was hiding so deeply? We humiliated you like that before but you didn't react, we thought you were just a coward, turns out you have skills? Why didn't you come fight us before?"

  Du Ming originally had his eyes closed, but No. 23 came over to talk to him, so he could only lazily open them and say, "What's going on? Where are you guys spouting nonsense? Do I have to stoop to your level of foolishness before you're satisfied?"

  "What did you say?!" The No. 6 next to him couldn't sit still, "Who are you calling an idiot?!"

  "Who should say who, I didn't mention anyone's name."

  Number Six walked up to Du Ming and said fiercely, "What's your intention, you little brat!"

  Du Ming said lazily, "What's the big deal? I advise you not to look for trouble here. If we were under the boxing ring, I'd beat you up and I wouldn't even get a prize. Isn't that just a waste of energy? So now I don't want to fight you, so you should just leave quietly."

  "You! You little brat really doesn't know the height of heaven and earth!" Number Six was thoroughly enraged, raised his fist and swung it at Du Ming's face. Du Ming's eyes turned cold, he raised one hand with five fingers spread apart, and with a slapping sound caught Number Six's punch. He lifted his foot and kicked Number Six in the knee, exerted some force with his hand, and Number Six lost control, thudding to his knees before him.

  Du Ming said coldly to No. 6, "Just now I was just playing with No. 17. If I really wanted to be serious, it would be meaningless for all of you to come together. So, you'd better recognize the reality and don't bother me here. Now, behave yourselves. Later, when I get on stage after drawing lots, I can still go easy on you."

  Number Six is also a master in this underground boxing ring, but now he was subdued by Du Ming with just one move, and everyone was shocked, standing up.

  Du Ming saw that everyone had stood up and casually threw open the door of No. 6, saying "What? You really want to fight now? Alright then, come on all together!"

  Several disgruntled boxers, upon hearing this, were eager to rush up, at which point Number Nineteen shouted, "Alright! Everyone stop! Fighting here now makes no sense! We'll see each other on the boxing ring later!"

  Du Ming pointed at No. 19 who was speaking, "Hmmm, you're not bad, that's a great talk! Hey, did you guys hear? Are you listening to him?"

  Boxers all know that Du Ming is formidable, although they think that even if they gang up on him, it's not like they can't take down just one person, Du Ming. But now, even if they win against Du Ming, there's really no point to it, and there's no prize money to be had either. Moreover, many people saw how Du Ming took down Number Six with a single move and are intimidated, unwilling to fight him.

  Now that Nineteen shouted, it just gave them an excuse to step down, and many boxers said, "Hmm, makes sense," and then sat back.

  Du Ming looked at everyone with satisfaction, "This is almost enough, as long as everyone behaves during the game."

  The door suddenly opened and a staff member rushed towards the boxers shouting, "Next match is about to start! Number 23 versus number 12!"

  At this time, everyone in the audience knew that Du Ming's number was twelve. Du Ming raised an eyebrow, stood up, and glanced at No. 23.

  Number Twenty-Three was also staring at Du Ming, his eyes were fierce and menacing. He made a provocative gesture towards Du Ming and said, "Let me tell you, don't think that defeating Number Seventeen and subduing Number Six is anything to brag about. Wait till we're on the boxing ring and I'll let you experience the horror of the Meat Grinder!"

  "Meat grinder?" Du Ming reacted for a moment, this was No. 23's "domineering nickname", and burst out laughing.

  Number 23 glared, thinking Du Ming was mocking his nickname, and thought Du Ming was using laughter to provoke him. He cursed a couple of times, waved his fist at Du Ming, turned around and walked out of the rest room.

  Du Ming smiled and followed him up, walking together onto the boxing ring.

  Du Ming glanced around the boxing ring, found Jin Ling'er in the crowd, and squatted down at the railing, shouting, "Hey! Jin Ling'er!"

  Jin Ling squeezed through the crowd and came before Du Ming, "What's wrong?"

  "What's wrong?" Du Ming said, "How's your investigation going? Is there any result?"

  Jin Ling'er said somewhat dejectedly, "I've already ruled out two-thirds of the people here and still can't find that suspect. I'm starting to think he might not be here today."

  "Didn't you still have a third of the people you didn't investigate? Take your time to identify, they all said that there are many boxing hands here that can last for a long time, and there is enough time for you to investigate."

  Jin Ling nodded, "Then I'll continue to investigate, you be careful!"

  "Alright, oh yeah," Du Ming said hastily, "didn't you just make 10,000 yuan? Help me put it all on myself now, the odds are definitely not as high as they were just now, but every little bit counts!"

  Jin Ling'er looked at Du Ming with a speechless expression, glared at him fiercely before turning around, "Alright, I'll go place the bet for you!"

  Du Ming was very satisfied with the railing and patted Jin Ling'er, "Great! Look at our two matching, how tacit!"

  At this time, No. 23 was ready and shouted at Du Ming who was crouching beside the railing, "No. 12! Are you ready? I'm starting!"