"Your sister is here? This place looks like an unfinished building."
Sam looked up at the structure. The scaffolding was wrapped in mesh—no matter how you looked at it, it was still under construction. People could live here?
His complaint went unanswered. Even Shang-Chi himself didn't understand what was going on.
At the entrance, they found security guards stationed there. That confirmed it—they were in the right place. Shang-Chi stepped into the elevator first, with the others following behind.
Barton, who had been silent the whole time, scanned his surroundings. The elevator was small—more like a construction lift—but his habits were ingrained. In any unfamiliar place, he instinctively searched for advantageous terrain or anything that could be used.
No one spoke as the elevator ascended.
At that moment, a guard handed Shang-Chi a tablet.
"Sign."
Shang-Chi paused, confused—until he read the contents. It was an agreement, mostly filled with confidentiality clauses. Not bothering to read it in detail, he signed it directly.
"I'm looking for my sister. Her name is Xu Xialing. Do you know her?"
He returned the tablet and asked.
The guard ignored him, murmuring something into his earpiece.
"This is the address she gave me."
Still no response. Aside from saying "sign," the guard hadn't spoken another word.
Ding.
The elevator reached the top floor. As soon as the doors opened, blasting music and pounding beats flooded their ears. A young man was already waiting outside.
"Whoa~~~ You're the bus guy?!"
The guy rushed forward and hugged Shang-Chi enthusiastically.
Behind him, Natasha and the others immediately wore expressions of amused spectators.
"Damn! That video of yours hit three million views in a single day!!"
The young man excitedly showed Shang-Chi the livestream clip recorded by the chubby streamer.
Shang-Chi felt a chill. He had been trying to avoid his father's pursuit—but now, with this video circulating, there was no way to stay hidden.
"Damn!!"
The young man suddenly looked up and spotted Natasha and the others. He jumped in shock.
"The Avengers!! You're actually here?! Holy—this is insane, I'm seeing you in real life! My life is complete!!"
He immediately raised his phone for a selfie, only to be stopped by Sam.
"Kid, we're here to find someone."
Sam spoke calmly. They didn't know whether this guy was friend or foe, but he didn't put on the distant, untouchable attitude of a superhero either.
"Oh, got it! By the way, I'm Zhuang. Welcome to my club!"
Zhuang led them inside. The place was packed with noise—young people everywhere.
"Let me introduce it—we operate across multiple global platforms. Every fight is streamed on the dark web. As we speak, tens of millions of viewers are placing bets."
He rambled on proudly about his club.
"Fights?"
Barton finally spoke, immediately picking up on the key point.
"Yeah!"
Zhuang replied instinctively—then suddenly realized something and turned back nervously.
"Uh… you're not here to shut my place down, right? I'm not doing anything illegal—they all fight voluntarily!"
As he spoke, they passed rows of compartments. Each one was enclosed in reinforced glass, and inside were people fighting—some one-on-one, others in chaotic brawls.
It was an underground fight club.
Natasha and Barton exchanged a glance and smiled. They were no strangers to places like this—had even participated before.
"Relax. Your club isn't our target today."
Natasha casually observed the fights, even nodding in appreciation at some of the more skilled bouts.
Zhuang visibly relaxed. As long as they weren't here to shut him down, everything was fine. Maybe he could even use the Avengers as publicity.
"Thanks!"
Quick on his feet, he expressed gratitude—while pulling Shang-Chi over.
"By the rules, you'd have to fight your way up from the lower rings to the central arena. But for a viral star like you, I'll make an exception—you go straight to the top."
Everyone froze. Shang-Chi looked completely confused.
"I'm not here to fight. I'm here to find my sister—Xu Xialing."
He quickly explained.
Zhuang didn't care.
"Never heard of her. We just lost a fighter—you're filling in. And you already signed the agreement, didn't you?"
Shang-Chi suddenly recalled the document he signed in the elevator.
That wasn't a confidentiality agreement—it was a fight contract.
"Wait, I—"
He tried to explain, but Zhuang cut him off.
"You signed it, so you fight. You're up next."
Still grinning, Zhuang slung an arm around him.
"But the opponent's not here—he's upstairs."
He pointed upward. Everyone looked.
In an open space above, a massive suspended cage hung in the air—a giant arena. Two figures were fighting inside.
"That's—!!"
Natasha and the others instantly went on alert. Sam and Barton drew their weapons.
Natasha grabbed Zhuang by the throat, her face darkening.
"You're harboring Abomination? Today's your last day in business."
Abomination—the monster who had caused even the Hulk serious trouble, who had nearly destroyed Chinatown in New York.
And indeed, one of the fighters in the cage was Abomination.
The other wore a dark red sorcerer's robe—
Wong of Kamar-Taj.
"Wait, Natasha—wasn't Abomination killed by Karl? Why is he here?"
Barton stayed level-headed. They had reacted instinctively, but his reminder snapped them back to reason.
"We'll need to go up and ask."
Natasha released Zhuang and looked at him coldly.
"Stop the match. Open the arena."
Her commanding tone left no room for refusal. Zhuang hurriedly pressed an emergency button on his phone.
A shrill alarm blared. The crowd immediately panicked and scattered. Even Abomination and Wong in the arena stopped fighting.
"Trying something funny?"
Natasha instantly dislocated Zhuang's arm, snatched the phone, and shut off the alarm.
The chaos in the crowd finally subsided.
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