Lan Li used to highly revere one saying: Face is greater than the heavens. Now, Lan Li had finally learned a skill: letting go of face. Of course, this was temporary. The proud Young Master Lan believed he would one day return to his old saying, provided he and An Junlie weren't caught in any compromising videos during this time.

An Junlie lingered outside the arena, found a discarded paint box on the street corner, and smeared some paint on his clothes, making himself look even more destitute. He said to Lan Li, "Once I go in, I'll intentionally make the fight difficult, but I will definitely win. You just need to bet confidently."

Lan Li had just finished reading the arena's summary, frowning, "Can you really win? The current champion is very popular and fierce. Look at his promotional video."

An Junlie glanced over. It was a giant muscular man named 'Lufu,' and the video showed him crushing one challenger after another, his signature move being a 'headshot.'

An Junlie smiled faintly, confidence sparkling in his eyes. "Relax, I can win." The reason he ran all the way to Wanjin City was because he knew Wanjin City respected capability above all else; it didn't adhere to the usual space regulations, allowing for actions whether they were legal or not. If he couldn't earn money, he would simply join a mercenary corps. Mercenary work here was also incredibly lucrative; killing one high-profile individual could yield millions or tens of millions.

When An Junlie went to register, the staff member thought he was crazy and tried to dissuade him, "Young man, even if your family situation is bad, this path is not advisable. Do you know that once you step onto that stage, your life has no guarantee?"

An Junlie imitated Lan Li’s look of pitiful vulnerability. Though it wasn't very convincing, he managed to squeeze out two tears. "I have no choice. Please sign me up."

The staff member sighed deeply but proceeded with the registration, then asked, "Do you need a weapon? As long as it's not on the banned list, we can provide one. Of course, if you have a favored one, that's better."

An Junlie had already given his pistol and military saber to Lan Li, so he shook his head. "I have no weapons, and I don't need any."

The staff member couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Was this person looking to die? Having a weapon would significantly increase the chances of survival!

An Junlie saw through the staff member's thoughts and put on an even more pitiable act. "I'm afraid I'll damage the weapon and won't be able to pay for it. Besides, I don't know how to use one."

The bookmaker's agent, who was monitoring the quality of participants near the registration desk, immediately went back to report this development.

Following Lufu’s signature headshot move, the previous opponent's skull shattered, and they were carried offstage.

Lufu stood on the ring, shouting, "Are there no masters left to challenge me? Is there no real expert here?"

An Junlie stood in the competitor's passage below the stage, observing Lufu’s movements, habits, and emotions...

Simultaneously, the bookmakers displayed the odds on the big screen: Bet on Lufu to win, odds 1 to 2; Bet on An Junlie to win, odds 1 to 20!!!

Lan Li watched An Junlie step onto the stage, standing before Lufu, not even half Lufu's size. His heart trembled violently.

He felt this was the craziest thing he had ever done. If An Junlie lost, not only would they gain nothing, but all the money he had wagered would be gone.

The bustling crowd around him was unanimously betting on Lufu. He gritted his teeth and weakly bet on An Junlie, wagering: three hundred and twenty-eight credits. This was all the money they possessed.

When An Junlie stepped onto the stage, Lufu laughed coarsely, "Is no one willing to challenge me anymore? Sending a mere child who hasn't even grown a full beard."

The audience roared with enthusiasm: "Lufu must win! Lufu strike him down! Lufu headshot!!!" The sound surged higher and higher.

For an ordinary person, the roar of tens of thousands of voices would cause their legs to turn to jelly. An Junlie, however, stood there as if unaffected, completely exposed from every angle.

As the competition began, Lufu roared and charged towards An Junlie. An Junlie didn't strike back immediately but evaded. The first attack was successfully dodged. Lufu’s next punch surged forward. An Junlie continued to evade; this one was close—it grazed past him, missing by a hair's breadth.

The arena erupted in thunderous applause. The number of people betting on Lufu doubled again. After all, Lan Li was the only person betting on An Junlie.

When Lufu launched his third attack, An Junlie's tunic corner was caught. Lufu pressed his advantage, reaching out to grab his head.

There was a sharp hiss as An Junlie’s tunic corner was ripped away. An Junlie flipped mid-air and threw a punch! To everyone's utter disbelief, An Junlie struck Lufu, sending him crashing to the ground.

Unbelievable! That was the thought crossing many minds.

The referee shouted from the side, "Lufu, get up! Lufu!" Lufu did not stir.

An Junlie, outwardly drenched in sweat but inwardly calm, had won the fight! The arena fell silent for a few seconds before someone suddenly cheered loudly, "An Junlie! An Junlie!"

After leaving the stage, staff escorted An Junlie to a lavish private box, presenting him with the prize money he won from the fight, and asking, "Hello, are you available for the next match?"

An Junlie replied, "My father is near death, and I don't have time right now. Can I return after I've settled his affairs?"

The staff didn't press the issue and let him go.

Outside the door, Lan Li was so overjoyed he couldn't speak. "We won tens of millions in one go! Tens of millions!!! I’ve never seen so much money."

An Junlie remained impassive. "We're being followed. Let's leave quickly."

As the two bolted, the pursuers followed. They darted through streets and alleys, and suddenly the followers behind them multiplied, surging like a tide. Hearing the footsteps, the two nearly froze in terror.

What trouble had they stirred up?

Lan Li glanced back while sprinting fifty meters. "Are these people after you?"

An Junlie looked at Lan Li, then at the crowd behind them, and shook his head. "The arena staff were definitely following me, but there shouldn't be this many people."

Lan Li asked, "Then what exactly is happening? Are they running because you won money?"

An Junlie countered, "It must be because you won money that you should have run sooner. I was careless. When you won, we should have fled immediately." In the eyes of others, the two boys were like slabs of desirable meat. The gamblers who had lost money would certainly target Lan Li. Furthermore, seeing they were together, people would assume they conspired to cheat, and they might even have their legs broken if caught.

Lan Li felt his luck had utterly soured since following An Junlie. Not only had he been swindled as the fool, but now, having finally earned some money, he had to run for his life.

However, he had to admit, this was the first real money he had ever earned! An Junlie won one match for one million in prize money, while he made a full ten million—ten times An Junlie's share! The mere thought filled him with a sense of vindication; on this point, he was superior to An Junlie!

An Junlie looked at the group behind them, comparing them to the herds of herbivores he had seen on some primeval plains, chased and hunted by carnivores. No matter the reason now, they had to run, or they would certainly be trampled underfoot by the frenzied crowd.

—Unbeknownst to the two, the people who were initially tracking them cursed a few times upon seeing the massive crowd and retreated in vain. Too many people were running; it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

While running, Lan Li and An Junlie realized with sudden despair that they had reached the end of the road. An Junlie instinctively pulled Lan Li to the side, but the surging crowd quickly split into two orderly lines behind them, following precisely and waiting expectantly.

Behind An Junlie was a sturdy, energetic young man who clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up. "Brother, nice speed."

An Junlie forced a smile. "You're not bad either."

Lan Li secretly whispered to An Junlie, "What's the situation now?"

An Junlie whispered back, "I don't know!"

Just as the two were utterly confused, the wall in front of them opened without warning. Sensing the anomaly, An Junlie leaped up instantly, ready for battle facing the wall. Lan Li lacked An Junlie's primal instincts; he staggered back three steps in fright before someone behind him steadied him, allowing him to find his footing.

"Ouch." Just as Lan Li prepared to curse, a person emerged from the opened wall, smiling genially at An Junlie before addressing the second young man in line, "Rarely, your first spot was stolen today. Little man in the top spot, take your place quickly."

An Junlie instantly retracted his aggressive stance. He sensed that everyone before him held no malice; indeed, they seemed benevolent. An Junlie still didn't understand the situation but obediently queued up as instructed.

Not long after they lined up, two teams of combat robots emerged from within. The first team held small, pill-like objects, distributing them sequentially to everyone in line. The second team held several boxes, distributing them only to the top one hundred people in line. An Junlie clearly saw that the boxes given to the top five people were slightly larger than those given to the rest.

Are these relief supplies?

Wanjin City truly is a place where fists speak. Those who run faster receive more than those who run slower.

After the distribution was complete, the combat robots retreated back into the wall according to their programming. The person who had emerged waved to the crowd and also withdrew, and the wall slowly closed, restoring the road to its original state.

Those who received supplies gradually left in groups. Lan Li could vaguely hear them discussing what they received today and how fruitful their efforts were. An Junlie remained bewildered throughout the entire process.

"Little Junjun, heaven truly hasn't cut off our road! I knew the benevolent and kind God of the Universe wouldn't bear to treat me so cruelly. Look, our food problem for today is solved. I used to hear that many noble families would regularly distribute living supplies to the impoverished people of the galaxy to win favor. I never thought I'd receive some myself one day." Lan Li excitedly presented the supplies he held to An Junlie.

An Junlie told him to put the things away. "Stop playing around for now. While the crowd is still large, let's get out of here quickly, find a secluded spot to change clothes, and shake off those trackers."