At the staircase.
Two burly strongmen blocked their path.
With one hand flipping open the lapel of his coat, the short sword tied to his waist was exposed, a clear warning.
Fang Hao looked down the staircase and casually said, "So, the boxing arena isn't open today, or is Lei Li not planning to do business."
Hearing the young man in front of them call Lei Li by name.
The men shared a strange look, suspecting this man may not be a regular fun-seeking patron.
They addressed him politely, "Sir, the boxing arena is open, but you need a pass to enter."
Fang Hao waved his hand dismissively, looking impatient.
He said, "Go tell your supervisor that I'm Fang Hao, and I'm very rich. I plan to visit the boxing arena downstairs, so get me a pass..."
The two guards exchanged confused and puzzled looks.
Fang Hao?
They hadn't heard of such a man in the city, yet he was audacious in his speech.
He wanted to enter the underground circuit on mere mention of his name.