He stayed in the hospital for two days. During that time, Gu Yulan came to visit him. On the third day, he was discharged, but Mr. Yan hadn't returned yet. He stayed at home all day, and Gu Yulan bought suppressants for him. Gu Qinglan asked him where he bought it, but Gu Yulan simply said, "It's a secret."

Uncle Kun called Gu Qinglan on the phone, saying that they were still short of a boxer for tonight and wanted him to fill in.

Gu Qinglan agreed to go, just to try out the inhibitor given to him by his younger brother. It shouldn't be a problem, right? These days as a bodyguard, he had been lazing around all day and hadn't punched in a long time. Now his hands were itching again.

The boxing gym is quite hidden. As soon as Gu Qinglan arrived, a hand wearing boxing gloves reached out from behind and pulled him close, saying, "Lanzi, you're here."

The scent of sweaty air and pheromones emanated as Gu Qinglan calmly took a step to the left, murmuring, "Ah... there are some things you haven't heard, huh..."

Armi opened his eyes in confusion and asked, "What?"

At the boxing gym, Almi was the only one who had a relationship with Gu Qinglan.

But he was an Alpha, so Gu Qinglan didn't dare to get too close. He changed into a vest, and the naive Almi suddenly doubted, "Xiao Gu, your skin suddenly became so good..."

Gu Qinglan smiled awkwardly and said, "Is that so? Maybe the food has been better recently."

Since becoming an Omega, Gu Qinglan has also noticed this annoying phenomenon. It seems that the change in hormones in his body has made his skin increasingly delicate. He doesn't like being a fair and tender Omega.

There have been quite a few changes in the boxing gym over the past two years. I've heard that a new challenger has arrived, and they've scared off all the old boxers. That's why Uncle Kun thought of him.

The other person glanced sideways and saw Gu Qinglan's understated muscles and beautiful face, but there was no hint of contempt.

Gu Qinglan was startled for a moment. The other person had well-developed muscles. As he moved, the flesh on his body bulged and trembled, reminiscent of that green giant on the screen.

Uncle Kun, you are so cruel...

Uncle Kun stood below, passionately thumping his chest: "I have faith in you!"

In this underground boxing gym, there aren't many rules. Gu Qinglan put on his boxing gloves and as soon as their fists touched, he could tell how powerful the other person was. Despite his bulky build, it didn't hinder his movements. His breath was steady, and the transitions between punches and kicks were smooth and quick, making him a skilled fighter. His strength-based style made others fearful.

He admitted that he was not as strong as him, but Gu Qinglan had a deep experience in this area, with a strong internal strength. He had been in the boxing arena for many years, moving swiftly and not falling behind. Instead, he narrowly won a move, although it did not cause much harm to his opponent. Why could Gu Qinglan make a name for himself in the boxing gym? Because he absolutely fought with all his might.

In the second round, Gu Qinglan lost again due to lacking strength. His opponent firmly held on to his head, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. This guy had incredible strength.

During the period of rest, Gu Qinglan was still gasping for breath, with obvious bruises on her neck.

Uncle Kun below seemed a bit anxious, saying, "Don't hold back, kid. If you win this round, I'll double your bonus!"

Without being careful, Gu Qinglan had a somewhat embarrassed expression. This guy was unyielding.

"You didn't used to be so timid like this before! Show me your fierce determination!"

Gu Qinglan pursed her lips. In the past, it was because of her younger brother's tuition fees that she had no choice. But now, things are different; both he and her younger brother have promising futures.

With a resounding noise, it began again. Gu Qinglan had no choice but to gather herself and enter the battlefield, the competition was exceptionally fierce. Both sides put in their full effort to knock down their opponents. Sweat was shed, and the hot breath in the air caused the dust to rise. The momentum of the confrontation intensified, and the audience erupted in a frenzy, their shouts shaking the heavens. They refused to let the two combatants rest.

Gu Qinglan's skills were impressive, but the brute force of his opponent could suppress all techniques. He was suppressed underneath that big man, with the surrounding rowdy men shouting loudly.

There is only one minute left. Sweat rolls into the eyes, making the chest feel congested and uncomfortable. Gu Qinglan admits that he is truly no match. Suddenly, he sees a familiar face in the dim crowd. The expression on that face is full and does not fit in with the rest of the anxious and frustrated people.

Mr. Yan was standing on the stage, wearing a well-fitted white Chinese-style shirt. The broad shoulders bore the flickering light, softening the scars traced by the shadows. His brows were slightly furrowed, reflecting a solemn mood. In a fleeting moment, I caught sight of his tightly closed lips slightly twitching, unsure if it was a gentle breath swaying or a word of encouragement.

Gu Qinglan was momentarily stunned, suspecting that her eyes were playing tricks on her. The imposing figure pressed down on her, causing her bones to creak and her ears to throb with a dull ache. If she were to lose, Mr. Yan would definitely be disappointed.

Gu Qinglan tried to get up, using every ounce of strength that surged from the core of his body's cells. He pushed himself up with his elbows, and the audience cheered loudly. The bulky figure was momentarily stunned, seemingly surprised that this kid still had the strength to resist. However, it was unsurprising that this resistance was quickly suppressed by him.

Gu Qinglan was pressed back down onto the ground, causing dust to puff up and a large cloud of murky breath to escape from her mouth. The scene was filled with boos and jeers.

The big guy sneered maliciously in his ear, "You're just a weakling, go home and have a baby."

This kind of talk is a common insult heard in a boxing gym. Whether you are type O or type A, you are susceptible to this kind of humiliation. But in Gu Yulan's heart at this moment, this sentence undoubtedly deeply offended him, stung his vulnerable spot, and exposed his scars.

"Shut up!" Gu Qinglan's eyes were as sharp as nails.

The big guy immediately swung his fist and punched him, causing Gu Qinglan's head to hit the ground. Surprisingly, he didn't even make a sound.

Mr. Yan recalled the last time when Gu Qinglan fell off the sofa, she was silent without uttering a word.

It turns out that this kind of pain is a piece of cake for him, or maybe he has long been numb to it. Mr. Yan pushed through the crowd and went forward.

Gu Qinglan saw that Mr. Yan had already passed through the crowd and was getting closer and closer. She didn't know why he was approaching, maybe he wanted to prevent her from getting hurt, or maybe he just wanted to get a closer look at the competition. This kind of low-class place could easily cause harm to Mr. Yan.

Gu Qinglan's heart suddenly raced, as if a switch had been flipped. His large build no longer felt heavy, and he felt a sudden surge of strength throughout his body. He didn't want to lose the competition in front of Mr. Yan. A inexplicable feeling, like a tornado, rushed over him, filling him with an urgent sense of vitality.

His back suddenly became like that of an aggressive trapped beast, filled with strength. The big guy was taken by surprise as he was wrestled free, and Gu Qinglan bent over, striking her opponent's neck with her elbow. The man never expected her sudden outburst, and he was knocked down to the ground, causing a brief silence in the arena followed by wild cheers.

In the final ten seconds, a desperate counterattack turned defeat into victory, undoubtedly making for an exhilarating match.

Uncle Kun gave him double the bonus and patted his shoulder, "Not bad, kid!"

Gu Qinglan rubbed his injured cheek, and when he took the money, he looked down and couldn't find Mr. Yan in the crowd below.

This time it was Uncle Kun's turn to try to persuade him: "You, young man, have really stepped up today, showing great potential. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you in the future!"

Gu Qinglan raised an eyebrow and said, "I've already said I have a job!" Then she turned around and left.

Uncle Kun coughed twice, saying with a sense of pride, "Feeling pretty pleased!"

Gu Qinglan rushed onto the road, where a black car was parked on the pitch-black street. Mr. Yan was leaning against the car, his silhouette stretching long under the dim moonlight and the faint streetlamp. The brisk wind gently tousled his shirt collar. If Mr. Yan were to light a cigarette at this moment, the scene would appear even more full of desolation and perfection.

However, Mr. Yan seems to have no smoking habit, so it is a bit regrettable.

Gu Qinglan paused for a moment and slowly walked over. "Mr. Yan."

Mr. Yan nodded and replied in a calm tone, "Are you Little Tiger? When I left, you were still in the hospital, but when I returned, you were in the arena."

Gu Qinglan stared at Qingqing's swollen left eye, with a hint of self-deprecation in her voice: "I suppose this can be considered as making some extra money on the side, it shouldn't be against company regulations... Haha."

Mr. Yan remained silent for a moment and said, "It's because I offered a salary that was too low."