Cai Yong knew Ye Qiu was a great fighter, so he wanted Ye Qiu to give it a try. But unexpectedly, Ye Qiu let this Fusang man have a go.
"Brother Qiu, can this Fusang guy handle it?"
"Akino, what level are you at now?"
"I'm a fifth-degree black belt."
Fifth-degree black belt?
Cai Yong couldn't make sense of it.
As they went further inside, many young men and women were outside the bar, and when they went down to the basement, Ye Qiu discovered a very large fighting arena in the center of the basement, surrounded by seats arranged from high to low.
Altogether, there should be a few hundred seats, with screens and projectors around.
"Brother Qiu, the tickets for these seats were just sold out, the most expensive ones for three thousand each, and the regular ones for a few hundred each."
In this way, a single ticket sale could bring in hundreds of thousands or even a million.
