I Swapped Bodies With a Female CEO Chapter 68

“Heh, do I strike you as a braggart? Didn’t I just take that round with ease?”

“Fine, fine, you’re amazing. Your elbow’s all scraped up, though.”

“Oh, let me see. Tsk tsk tsk. Here, let me lick it clean for you.”

Gu Wan’er: “…”

Lu Zhengzhi and Fu Quan, standing not too far away, couldn’t bear to watch anymore. At least have some consideration for the singles—don’t treat everyone like they’re invisible.

Just then, four or five people in Haoting security uniforms ran over to tow away the exploded motorcycle. Yu Xiaoduo initially wanted to stop them—after all, it was evidence—but once he saw they were Sister Bai’s people, he figured it was fine.

He wondered if Sister Bai had seen his death-defying ride just now. She was probably pissed at him again. Such a cold exterior, yet such a warm-hearted big sister.

Still, it had been a while since he’d done anything like that. Man, that was a rush.

Bai Ji had zero tolerance for cheaters. If Ye Shishi really was behind it, she wouldn’t let her off easy.

But at least the two of them had made it back safely—that was a relief. They were both young ladies of prominent families; if anything happened to either one, the fallout would be a nightmare. If she hadn’t blocked off the roads, Longquan Mountain would’ve been their grave.

“Boss Bai, Miss Ye wants the Beast Cage cleared out, but we’ve got an important match scheduled for tonight,” said Scarface, speaking respectfully.

Bai Ji replied coolly, “If they want to fight in my place, they can wait.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll pass that along.” Scarface had barely taken a few steps when one of his men came up and whispered something in his ear. Scarface turned and walked back.

“Boss Bai, I just got word—Ye Xiang, the fourth son of the Ye family, is here.”

Bai Ji didn’t respond right away. She knew exactly why Ye Xiang had come. As the ultimate doting older brother, he was definitely here to back up Ye Shishi. But if he showed his face in support of her, it would blow Ye Shishi’s identity wide open. Plenty of people had speculated already, but there was never any solid proof.

Bai Ji said flatly, “Keep an eye on things. Don’t let it escalate.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The so-called Beast Cage was essentially an octagonal fighting ring, but this one was different from the usual—it was built from solid steel bars, looking from a distance like a giant birdcage.

Fights were held regularly, and they were bloody affairs, but the wealthy patrons loved them. Some even started training their own fighters to compete. Over time, it became a whole scene. There was no prize for first place, but the prestige was enough—for these tycoons, it was all about spending money for entertainment.

After Bai Ji took over, she started taking 10% of each match’s earnings and giving it to the winner. Some bosses saw the business opportunity and began betting on matches. That 10% cut was no small change, especially for high-profile bouts where betting started at millions—and when people got carried away, the numbers got even crazier.

There was a big match scheduled tonight. One side was a local club, the other was an out-of-town wealthy businessman and his fighters. Kind of like Yu Xiaoduo’s situation—the locals all wanted to take down the outsiders.

But this outside businessman was no pushover. His fighters had already won fifteen matches in a row and were raking in cash, practically acting like they had no rivals. Meanwhile, the local club fighters kept getting pummeled, and the local bosses were feeling humiliated.

Today, though, the local club boss was different—he even had professional fighters on his roster. The stakes for this match were climbing fast: small-timers threw in a few hundred thousand, mid-level bosses tossed in a million or so, and the big shots were betting ten million and up.

Most of these spectators were older now—maybe thirty years ago, they’d been just as hot-blooded as Ye Shishi and her crew, stepping into the ring themselves.

When the younger crowd showed up, they realized the audience was full of their elders, and it got a little awkward. One by one, they were called over to be grilled by their parents.

Yu Xiaoduo had never been to the Beast Cage before. Last time, Sister Bai hadn’t given him a tour.

The place was basically a basketball court-sized pit dug underground, with a massive iron birdcage in the center. Above the cage hung four giant screens—it looked like a professional event arena.

“So this is Sister Bai’s place?” Gu Wan’er whispered beside him.

“Yeah, looks like business is booming,” Yu Xiaoduo murmured. He’d seen scenes like this before. Tonight felt like a trip down memory lane—and thinking back, he really had wasted a lot of time back then.

Gu Wan’er had never seen anything like this except in movies. The atmosphere was heavy—smoke hung in the air, and the dim lighting made it hard to make out faces clearly.

Yu Xiaoduo slung an arm around Gu Wan’er’s shoulder and teased, “What’s this, President Gu? Scared?”

“I am not scared.”

That was a negative statement, so why did your tone sound so uncertain? And if you’re going to act cute, don’t use my body to do it.

“President Gu, can you be a little more manly? I saw Lu Zhengzhi laughing at me just now.”

“How am I not manly enough?”

“Look at those delicate eyes of yours. And the way you’re carrying yourself—I’m grossing myself out.”

Gu Wan’er shot Yu Xiaoduo a look, took a deep breath, and flashed his signature grin. “There. Better?”

“Now that’s more like it. Got a bit of masculine energy going.”

Gu Wan’er was at a loss for words. “Masculine energy,” huh.

Suddenly, a server walked by, hawking his wares: “Betel nuts! Peanuts! Mineral water!”

“Hey, give me a pack of betel nuts.” Yu Xiaoduo remembered his trip to Changsha last year—five days, five days of chewing the local specialty. That fat friend of his had chewed so much his mouth went crooked. It was that hundred-yuan “Harmony” brand; even his jawline got more defined.

The server reached for the pack, but Gu Wan’er cut in: “No need.”

Yu Xiaoduo mentally noted: never bring a woman along when you go out.

“You’re even controlling my betel nut habit now?”

Gu Wan’er said sternly, “That’s how you get oral cancer. Besides, you’re chewing with my mouth.”

“I’m just helping you work out your jaw muscles.”

“Well then, how about I get you a nice set of manicure nails?”

Yu Xiaoduo gave her a big thumbs up. Touché. A wise man doesn’t argue with a woman.

Damn it. No betel nuts, no cigarettes, can’t eat too much—please, just let me live.

“Brother Lu, what’s the deal here?” Yu Xiaoduo walked over, curious.

“I heard we have to wait a bit. There’s a match coming up soon—the prize pool’s already over ten million.”

At the mention of gambling, Yu Xiaoduo’s eyes lit up. “What’s a prize pool?”

“When a fighter keeps winning, the house puts up a cut of their profits as a prize pool. Whoever beats the streak takes the pot—but they have to pay a 20% commission to the house.”

Yu Xiaoduo smelled an opportunity. “What’s the situation specifically?”

Fu Quan walked over from the distance, catching the tail end of the conversation. “I just asked around. Apparently some out-of-town rich guy came here to make trouble, and his fighter’s been on a winning streak. There’s a local pro stepping up soon to take back some pride.”