Every time Hua Yan was thrown to the ground by the bearded man, the crowd cheered wildly. The continuous screams made Hua Yan feel like a trapped beast in a gladiatorial arena, living only for the amusement of others. But even as a trapped beast, she would bite a few people.

Hardening her resolve, Hua Yan calmly and steadily focused on the bearded man’s incoming uppercut punch. His fist was as big as her face, and anything it hit would certainly be damaged.

She gathered strength in her arms and legs. In the instant when the bearded man put all his power into his punch, Hua Yan quickly grabbed his wrist and used his momentum to make him punch himself.

Everything happened so fast, as if it took place in a split second. Before the bearded man could guess Hua Yan's intention, his jawbone made a cracking sound, followed by intense pain.

Supporting himself on one hand, the bearded man's eyes were filled with astonishment, anger, and indescribable pain, all of which overwhelmed his consciousness.

Hua Yan wasn't about to miss such a good opportunity. She mustered all her strength and kicked the bearded man's buttocks. His body skidded four or five meters across the ground. Not stopping there, Hua Yan ran up, and as she approached him, she jumped, knee bent, and landed with one leg on his body. The sound of breaking bones was heard again, and as his lungs spasmed in pain, the bearded man coughed repeatedly until blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, allowing him to catch his breath.

Now furious and humiliated, the bearded man tried to stand up, but with Hua Yan’s knee pressing on his spine, he couldn’t get up. The more he struggled, the more his chest hurt, and the seven-foot-tall man almost cried from the pain.

"With such poor skills, remember to practice more next time. Otherwise, you'll just embarrass yourself again," Hua Yan said, bending over him.

To the bearded man, her words were the most grating sound. If he could, he wished to dig a hole and hide.

"I concede, get off my back..." the bearded man said, his voice urgent, broken, and unnaturally strained. He had never been pinned down by a woman before.

"What did you say? I didn’t hear. Say it louder," Hua Yan said mischievously, straightening her back.

"You..." The bearded man, choking with anger, coughed violently, almost coughing up his heart.

At this point, the crowd had grown unusually quiet. Only when Hua Yan taunted the bearded man did the crowd start jeering and voicing their dissatisfaction.

"Say it or not?" Hua Yan added more force with her knee, causing the bearded man to grimace in pain. "I concede, I concede..." he shouted, feeling that if she didn’t get up, his spine would be done for.

Hua Yan smiled happily and immediately got up as promised. The bearded man tried to retaliate but collapsed after a few struggles. In the end, he had to be carried away by others.

"Just you wait, once I recover, I’ll challenge you again. Then you’ll die," he said.

"Okay, I'll be waiting," Hua Yan replied, sitting at the edge of the platform, exhausted and wiping her sweat. Shui gave her a thumbs up. "You were amazing just now, like a heroine. Here, have a mango slice."

"Thanks, Shui, you're so considerate," Hua Yan replied.

From a distance, Mazi watched Hua Yan with a different look. This woman was ruthless, aiming for vital spots and causing serious injuries. Despite her frail appearance, she would strike to kill given the chance. If he ever experienced her wrath, it might be a nightmare. He decided not to act rashly.

In the pavilion, Brother Qiang and the other men were stunned. They hadn’t expected the pale and seemingly weak Hua Yan to have such strength. Brother Qiang's smile was the most genuine, while Jigu's was lewd. Jin was conflicted, realizing Hua Yan's skills far surpassed her own.

Ten minutes later, the next opponent was not the tall, thin, mysterious man but a bald man with a beer belly, looking like he was seven months pregnant. In his thirties, his eyes were small, and his face wore a constant smile.

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His expression and physique seemed honest and approachable, but Hua Yan’s heart tightened at first sight, sensing she shouldn’t underestimate him. Shui, Jin, Mazi, and others surrounded the platform, making the atmosphere tense.

Hua Yan began to sweat. A breeze carried the smell of fresh blood from the bald man, making her cover her mouth and nose to avoid vomiting.

Suddenly, there was a collective gasp from the audience, their eyes fixed on Hua Yan as if they had seen something incredible. Some even looked at her with disdain. Shui was speechless and pointed at Hua Yan’s arm covering her nose. Maybe her actions were seen as overly pretentious.

She had guessed correctly. The armed base was always busy, every task involving life-and-death situations. During rare breaks, they would spend days and nights gambling and indulging in pleasures, rarely paying attention to personal hygiene. The beer belly guy must often kill without bothering to wash off the blood.

Sighing, Hua Yan finally put her arm down, realizing that in the Golden Triangle, bloody incidents must be a common occurrence, accepted as normal by everyone.

Mazi nudged Jin and curiously asked, "Isn't this guy the killing god from Jigu's armed base? Why did Brother Qiang send him up? Isn’t this basically announcing that woman's death?"

"When did Mazi start feeling sorry for women?" Jin teased. Shui heard this and smiled, but he was also worried. Besides Brother Qiang, only Jin could restrain Mazi a bit.

"Oh, Jin, don't tease me. I'm all alone, of course I hope to find a caring woman," Mazi replied.

Jin glanced at Hua Yan, who was dodging the beer belly's attacks like a snow leopard, and then looked disdainfully at Mazi, whose face was covered with pockmarks and dressed like a beggar. "None of us can guess Brother Qiang's intentions. Whether she survives depends on fate. You should give up any ideas about Hua Yan." Jin sighed.

Mazi understood the reminder and thanked Jin. They all quietly focused on the match.

The man was more meticulous and unusually difficult to deal with. His lifeless eyes resembled those of a puppet under someone's control, making him terrifying. Hua Yan felt increasingly wary of him.

Half an hour later, Hua Yan was covered in injuries, and it seemed some ribs were broken. This guy was truly out for blood.

Falling again in the center of the ring, Hua Yan struggled to get up. The beer belly guy didn't intend to stop, using his hard shoes to kick her off the platform. Each kick was heavier than the last. Hua Yan felt she was going to die, the pain making her groan.

She couldn't fall here. Noticing some potted flowers on the platform, Hua Yan rolled to the pots in desperation and threw one with all her strength.

A cloud of yellow soil flew into the beer belly's eyes, causing sudden pain and distraction. Hua Yan seized the moment, kicking his vulnerable knee and punching his jaw.

However, the attack wasn't as effective as Hua Yan had hoped. The beer belly's thick skin and muscles only made him frown slightly. The next second, he closed his eyes, his ears twitched, and he began a relentless barrage of attacks.

Although Hua Yan dodged, fatigue was taking its toll. With no other options, Hua Yan thought of a vicious but effective move.

As everyone expected the fight to continue, Hua Yan suddenly lunged at the beer belly like the wind.

She took a kick to her stomach. Everyone thought the beer belly had won when he suddenly fell to his knees, pale, sweating, and clutching his groin. Many men in the audience felt a cold wind sweep through their legs.

Jin, Mazi, and Shui's expressions changed. "This woman is ruthless," Mazi said, half admiring, half disapproving. Shui and Jin couldn't help but twitch their mouths. It was the first time they'd seen such an unscrupulous woman.

In the pavilion, Jigu slammed his teacup on the table and yelled, "That bitch dared to attack my man. I'll see her skinned alive!"

Brother Qiang's smile vanished, and he coldly said, "Jigu, are you going back on your word?" His eyes flashed a warning.

Jigu paused, then reluctantly muttered, "But we can't just let this slide!"

"In a duel, life or death doesn't really matter. My man didn't take your man's life, which is already quite kind, don't you think?" Brother Qiang spoke warmly, though his aura still outshone everyone else.

"It's best if she never falls into my hands." With that, Jigu turned and left. He personally helped the beer belly guy away, giving Hua Yan a snake-like glare as he passed her while she spoke with Jin and the others.

Feeling uncomfortable, Hua Yan shifted her steps and asked Jin who he was. When she learned he was the beer belly guy's boss, her previous resentment towards him vanished. After all, her move had indeed been quite underhanded.

Just then, Brother Qiang summoned her to the pavilion. When she entered, everyone else had already left. Brother Qiang was leisurely sipping tea, looking at Hua Yan with a mix of amusement, approval, and other inexplicable emotions.

Hua Yan didn't want to be watched like this, especially since she was in severe pain all over. She proactively said, "Brother Qiang, how do you think my skills are?"

"Hmm, quite a few dirty tricks," Brother Qiang said with a hint of a smile, scrutinizing the somewhat embarrassed Hua Yan.

"Do you need to test my shooting skills too?"

After a moment of silence, glancing at the crowd outside, Brother Qiang said, "No need."

"Still can't remember anything from before?" Brother Qiang suddenly changed the subject, his gaze locking onto Hua Yan's eyes, not missing a single flicker of her expression.

Hua Yan felt a pang in her heart. Being in a position of power truly meant always being suspicious of those around you. On the outside, she wore her frustration openly, dejectedly saying, "Still can't remember. Do you think I'll ever remember?"

If Hu Li were here, he would definitely facepalm. Hua Yan was now facing a ruthless drug lord, yet she was speaking to Brother Qiang as casually as if he were the boy next door.