Du Mingchong raised an eyebrow, stood up and walked to the front of No. 23, gave him a slight smile, "Alright, come on, let's start!"

  The host was again a heap of inciting atmosphere and stirring up the audience's emotions, after finishing, he gestured to the staff outside to bring down the iron cage.

  Number Twenty-Three cracked his neck and pressed his fingers together, the bones on his body crackling in response. "Number Twelve, you're dead for sure! Hurry up and beg for mercy, or else you might not even have a chance to save your life later."

  Du Ming didn't show much expression, just gazing at No. 23 with a calm demeanor, while in his heart he was meticulously calculating how to drag out the match to make it seem like he wasn't that much stronger than No. 23.

  On the other side, the referee waited until he put down the iron cage, and with a loud shout, he cried out, "Start!"

  As soon as the judge's voice fell, No. 23 couldn't wait to swing his fists.

  Du Ming and Seventeen's boxing match he didn't see, only heard in the rest room that Seventeen unexpectedly lost, just saw Du Ming teach Six a lesson, but he always felt that this kid was just a little trickster, as for real power and speed, he absolutely couldn't compare to himself. So he decided to take the initiative from the start, not letting Du Ming have the opportunity to take control.

  Du Ming saw No. 23's fist coming over, made a very exaggerated terrified expression, dodged to the side, and his expression looked like ridicule in No. 23's eyes.

  Du Ming flashed again and circled behind No. 23, who hastily turned around to find Du Ming's figure.

  Du Ming stood behind No. 23, didn't make any other move, saw No. 23 turned around, and suddenly punched him in the face.

  At this moment, Du Ming didn't exert much force, and No. 23 suddenly went black in front of his eyes. After a while, he shook his head vigorously and regained his vision. With a burst of anger, he lifted his foot and kicked Du Ming's abdomen fiercely.

  Du Ming nimbly retreated a step back, and the 23rd's kick fell short. Du Ming immediately followed up with a kick to the abdomen of No. 23.

  Number twenty-three spat out a mouthful of saliva, Du Ming hastily dodged and the saliva splashed onto the face of the referee following behind.

  Number Twenty-Three was getting anxious. Du Ming seemed like he didn't have any skills, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit him and was instead being toyed with, turning around in circles. Clearly, he should be the one taking the initiative, but now he was being led around by Du Ming.

  Du Ming looked at No. 23's furious and humiliated appearance, smiled slightly, turned around to No. 23's back, before he could react, stretched out his arm, fiercely grasped No. 23's neck, and slammed him to the ground.

  Number Twenty-Three let out a low growl from his throat, twisting and turning his limbs in an attempt to break free, but Du Ming's strength was too much for him, no matter how hard he struggled, he was tightly bound, slowly rolling back his eyes.

  Du Mingxin said that although it was an underground boxing match, they still shouldn't take anyone's life, otherwise Jin Ling'er, who had come with him, probably wouldn't be willing to do so either.

  Du Ming looked at No. 23 with a white eye and let go of his arm, then turned over and stood up neatly.

  The referee rushed over to start the count, Du Ming stood beside him with his hands on his waist, ten counts passed, and No. 23 was still dazed on the ground, panting violently.

  The referee excitedly raised Du Ming's arm, "And the winner of this match is... Number Twelve Du Ming!"

  Du Ming calmly rushed down the stage, loudly cheering and jumping audience laughed, waved his hand again, turned around humming a little tune and got off the boxing ring.

  This time when Du Ming returned to the boxing team's rest room, no one stared at him or spoke to him anymore. Everyone pretended to be busy with their own affairs, but secretly glanced at Du Ming with the corner of their eyes.

  Just then, Du Ming and No. 23's match was watched by many boxers who didn't go on stage, No. 23 is one of the strongest boxers in this arena, but Du Ming defeated him without much effort, his strength is really astonishing, everyone has a fear of him, and also doubts about his identity.

  Du Ming certainly knew that everyone was secretly watching himself, but just now when everyone was ridiculing him, he didn't care, let alone letting these people take a look, and walked back to his own position with great composure, raising his second leg in a leisurely manner.

  After two games, Du Ming's popularity soared among the audience, and everyone was eager to see him take the field again, frantically chanting "Twelve! Twelve!"

  Although in theory the fighters are decided by drawing lots, it's actually very simple for this underground boxing ring to make a small move. Since Du Ming's popularity is so high, the boxing ring immediately arranged for Du Ming to go on stage again.

  The staff pushed open the door of the boxing hand rest room and shouted inside, "Next game, No. 12 vs No. 19!"

  Du Ming lazily opened his eyes and stood up. Number 19 also got up with a bad face, looking at Du Ming.

  Du Ming felt very relaxed and walked out of the boxing hand rest room with his hands in his pockets.

  Number Nineteen is the undisputed strongest in the boxing arena, and now he's been arranged to fight against Du Ming, which is also the intention of the boxing arena. The other boxers rushed to Number Nineteenth and shouted, "Come on, Brother Chen! Give this little brat who came out of nowhere a good lesson!"

  Number 19 nodded solemnly, but in fact, Du Ming had easily won against numbers 17 and 23, which made him feel uneasy and a bit tense as he followed the staff out of the rest room.

  Du Ming hummed a song and walked to the bottom of the boxing ring, just about to get on when he suddenly saw Jin Ling'er squeezing through the crowded audience, running to his side.

  Du Ming sneered and asked, "Hey, how's it going? How much money have you made?"

  "Pshaw! What's the use of making money?" exclaimed Jin Ling, "We're here on official business! I've just found that suspect!"

  "Oh?" Du Ming raised an eyebrow, "That's great, you're staring at him? As a frontline detective, shouldn't you have been trained in surveillance?"

  "I've been staring at him for a while, but from what I observed, this guy seems to have lost several boxing matches and looks pretty unhappy. I heard him tell his companion that they're leaving soon, want to follow him with me?"

  Du Ming nodded, "Heh, this kid seems to be in a bad mood today. Alright, wait till he leaves and I'll follow you. This guy might meet other accomplices later, catching a few of them for interrogation will definitely yield some useful intelligence."

  "Twelve! Twelve! The match is about to start, hurry up and get ready on the boxing ring!"

  Du Ming turned back and smiled at the host, "It's going to start, okay, I'll tell you one thing, I admit defeat!"