In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
As Qing Chen entered the changing room, he was surprised to find Uncle Li Dong enjoying a melon, now dressed in the white side of his clothes.
Before they could talk, two female medical staff came forward to treat Qing Chen's wounds, and an accompanying staff member handed him a card, "This is your earnings from tonight's fight. From tonight onwards, as long as you compete, you will receive dividends from the gym's betting pool and ticket sales."
"How much is this?" Qing Chen asked.
"1.12 million," the staff member replied politely.
Setting down the melon as if it were nothing, Uncle Li Dong commented, "That's quite high, isn't it? Begonia Boxing Gym is offering you the dividend rate of a Tiger Grade Boxing King right from the start?"
The staff member became even more polite, "You really know your stuff. This dividend rate was indeed specially instructed by Mr. Tang, and it's according to the Tiger Grade Boxing King level."