Rebirth and Revenge: The Young Lady is Actually a Top Killer

However, before Jiang Siyue could express her opinion, Zhou Shiyan leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Actually, I never liked him calling you that..."

Jiang Siyue didn't turn around, but a smile flashed across her eyes. This time, she patted the back of his hand soothingly, then raised her fist to bump with "Master Leopard": "Long time no see, Mengtai."

That's right, he's Montai. Besides Helen, the other boss behind Nanling Mountain, he's also the super-powerful boss who controls all black market boxing matches along the entire smuggling route from North America to Asia.

The bar where Zhou Shiyan won 60,000 in his previous life but was beaten and sent to the hospital was one of his bases in the imperial capital.

"My little beauty, you've lost weight," Meng Tai said happily, putting down his hand and glancing at Zhou Shiyan. "Hey, is this... your boyfriend?"

The boxing ring was dimly lit, and Mengtai only vaguely felt that the young man in plain clothes looked familiar.

But after all, he was brought by Jiang Siyue, so he didn't ask too many questions.

"Yes," Jiang Siyue admitted it very readily, and even warned Meng Tai, "He is young and the place is chaotic."

"I'd like to ask your people to keep an eye on him for a while and prevent those unscrupulous people from getting close to him."

Mengtai was stunned at first, then burst into laughter: "Oh, okay, okay, no problem!"

"I can't believe you've been recovering from your injuries for two years and you've managed to make it blossom!"

The boyfriend himself said that although he was a little dissatisfied with his wife's statement that he was young, that dissatisfaction could be completely ignored when his wife gave him a formal status in public.

Jiang Siyue was just about to ask Meng Tai to keep his voice down and not show off, but suddenly she felt an itch in her palm.

So he stopped indulging him and turned around to give the guy, who was so happy that his cheekbones were about to rise to the sky, a warning look.

"..." Zhou Shiyan immediately put away his playful smile and put his hands back into his pockets obediently.

Meng Tai looked at the young man who looked like a henpecked husband, and then looked at Jiang Siyue, who had disguised himself to look particularly youthful today, with a somewhat subtle expression.

"Alright, my pretty girl, it's not appropriate to just stand here and exchange pleasantries."

He stepped aside to make way, and raised his chin towards the commotion in the distance. "The 'Butcher' show is almost over. I'll have someone take your boyfriend to the box first. We can talk while we walk."

It has been like this for many years, Jiang Siyue had no objection: "Okay."

After receiving approval, Meng Taisu immediately waved to his confidant who was only five steps away from him and said, "Take this gentleman to the main stand box. Remember to choose the one with the best view. Understand?"

"Yes, boss," the confidant replied, and immediately made a "please" gesture to Zhou Shiyan, "Sir, please follow me."

Zhou Shiyan respects the rules of the boxing ring and is also aware of Jiang Siyue's strength.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to be completely at ease.

"Ayue, be careful." He subconsciously grasped Jiang Siyue's wrist and lowered his voice even more. "That 'butcher' has won so many games in a row, his methods must be unclean."

Black boxing is different from regular boxing matches. It is basically an unrestricted fight, and there is only one rule on the surface: the use of any weapons is prohibited.

But those who have been fighting underworld boxing for many years know that this ban is just talk.

——In principle, it is not allowed. However, if a boxer "accidentally" pulls out a dagger or a short knife and stabs someone to death, the boss usually will not hold him accountable.

Even curious viewers love to watch this.

Jiang Siyue has been in the underground boxing ring for so many years, and he has encountered opponents who lack martial ethics.

Even for her, being hit on the head with a gun butt was a common occurrence a few years ago.

However, as gun control became stricter later, knives naturally became "permanent guests" in boxing rings.

Although Monte's venue is relatively standardized, such situations are still inevitable.

"I know," Zhou Shiyan's worry was not unnecessary. Jiang Siyue pulled out his hand and said softly, "Wait for me upstairs. It will be quick."

Zhou Shiyan hesitated to speak, Jiang Siyue raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why, you don't believe me?"

"Of course I believe you!" Zhou Shiyan said without hesitation, "I'm just... worried that you'll get hurt. This is also my instinct..."

Montaigne stroked his chin and looked at the two of them with a gossipy look on his face.

The confidants stood quietly by, watching the situation with their eyes and noses, ready to take orders at any time.

Jiang Siyue ignored Meng Tai's gaze, which was as exciting as if he had discovered a new world, and jokingly said, "Then you fight for me? If you can't beat me, I'll take over."

Zhou Shiyan instantly stood up and asked eagerly, "Is it possible?"

Jiang Siyue said coldly: "No. Get out of here."

"……oh……"

After being rejected miserably, Young Master Zhou had no choice but to follow the confidant to the box, but he kept looking back and lip-syncing to Jiang Siyue.

Jiang Siyue understood those six words, his temples throbbing, and he responded with the same mouth shape: "You. Wait.."

At the corner, Mr. Jiang, who was reluctant to let his wife out of his sight, suddenly shrank his head and disappeared.

Jiang Siyue rubbed his temple helplessly, turned around and gestured to Mengtai: "Let's go, while the Southeast Asian monkey you mentioned is still on the stage, take me to see it."

Meng Tai immediately came to his senses and led her to a relatively quiet VIP corridor as he was told.

Through the one-way glass in the corridor, you can overlook the entire underground boxing ring.

However, glass can block the view but cannot block the sound waves.

The screams and cheers of the crowd almost blew the roof off.

Under the spotlight, in the octagonal cage in the center of the venue, a burly Southeast Asian man was fighting shirtless against a black man who was twice as big as him.

Southeast Asians—the “butchers”—are not quick.

But every time he attacked, he was precise and ruthless, focusing on the opponent's joints and vital points.

Jiang Siyue watched the fight in the corridor for less than a minute before the butcher used a scissors kick on the black man, causing his face to turn purple and he slammed the ground in defeat.

"How about it? Does this style of play feel familiar to you?" Meng Tai suddenly asked.

Jiang Siyue only commented lightly: "Too slow."

After saying that, he walked straight to the independent lounge opposite.

Meng Tai hurriedly chased after her: "My little beauty, you are too disrespectful to me."

"There's something I didn't have time to tell you on the phone yesterday."

Jiang Siyue: "Then tell me now."

Meng Tai was really choked by her calmness, but he couldn't help but worry: "Auntie, others don't know who you are, but don't I know it?"

"Have you really recovered from all the injuries you suffered two years ago?"

Jiang Siyue pushed open the door of the lounge faster than him. Meng Tai said "ah" in dissatisfaction and quickly took over the task of closing the door.

Jiang Siyue didn't even turn around, and took off his coat and hung it on the hanger: "How dare I take your order if I haven't taken good care of it?"

Then he took out a bandage to wrap his hand and said calmly, "It will be done in half a minute. Can I take 40%?"

Mengtai was stunned: "Half a minute?! Oh my God, my little beauty, you better take it easy, what if..."

"No, are you short of money?"

Jiang Siyue fixed the bandage and clenched her fingers into a fist: "Yeah, can't you see I still have a little boyfriend to support?"

Mengtai leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and snorted: "Dear, I'm forty-five, not two hundred and fifty. Do you really think I'm stupid?"

Jiang Siyue said nothing and began to stretch his muscles on his own.

Meng Tai half-narrowed his grey eyes and exposed her in a drawling tone: "Your 'boyfriend' is clearly the world's richest man, the president of Tianyue Group, and his name is Zhou... Zhou... Zhou something..."

"Oh, I forgot. Anyway, it's him. Isn't that right?"

Jiang Siyue: “Hmm.”

"? What does 'uh-huh' mean?!"

Meng Tai was anxious: "I didn't ask too much when we were outside just now - you said you two had no connection at all, how did you end up together?"

"It can't be that he is your employer and you are his bodyguard, right?"

Jiang Siyue was calm and composed: "What do you think?"

After all, they had known each other for twenty years. Just by looking at her expression, Meng Tai suddenly understood: "Oh my god! He he he... How could he...!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Siyue picked up a bottle of mineral water and threw it over.

"Boss Leopard, what are you thinking about all day long?"

Mengtai hurriedly caught the mineral water and turned on the output mode with one button: "What do you mean by what am I thinking?!"

"My pretty girl, do you know that little bastard is married? Don't you know?!"

"Great, I guessed you didn't know!"

"Oh, it's better not to know. If I don't know, I'm innocent. Ignorance is not a crime..."

"Listen to my advice, we'll break up with him when we get out! If you really can't let him go or are sad, I still have many high-quality men here..."

"No, wait, stop, stop!" Meng Tai's ramblings became more and more outrageous, and Jiang Siyue interrupted him with a frown, "When did you become Tang Monk?"

Montaigne: “Ah?”

Jiang Siyue said with a wry smile, "Don't be so dramatic. You just need to answer me, 40%, yes or no."

Meng Tai said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, what's wrong with this?"

He said, and then made a six with one hand: "If you can finish the fight quickly, I'll give you this extra amount as your appearance fee. What do you think?"

Jiang Siyue said righteously: "No, I like '7'."

Mengtai: “………………”

"You did this on purpose, right? You're out of money so you're pretending to be reluctant, but you actually planned to take advantage of me, right?!?!"