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There are also many antique shops in D State, especially Black Street, where one is connected to another.

Gu Xiaoxi had checked this online, which was why she had come to stay here, primarily for this antique street.

Gu Xiaoxi took out the crystal Liu Yishou had given her and slowly walked past each shop.

In the end, she was disappointed.

There wasn’t a single piece of information about the crystal.

Jing Haoran followed Gu Xiaoxi with a lack of interest, feeling starving, "Sis, can we go get some food?"

"Where do you want to go?" Gu Xiaoxi pocketed the crystal and looked back at Jing Haoran.

"That bar over there!" Jing Haoran’s eyes immediately lit up.

Back in the Imperial Capital, he seldom came to such places.

"Then let’s go!" Gu Xiaoxi couldn’t find the crystal and saw no point in browsing the antique shops anymore.

She just didn’t know if she could find any news about Ya.

The world is so big; finding one person isn’t simple.

The bars here were much livelier than those in Z City.

In addition to a large dance floor, there was also a combat arena where spectators could place bets and gamble.

When Gu Xiaoxi and Jing Haoran entered, a combat match was in progress.

Two muscular men, locked in each other’s arms, were fighting fiercely.

Gu Xiaoxi, with Jing Haoran, sat at the bar, ordered two drinks, and watched the dueling arena with a cold gaze.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

A group of young men and women were screaming wildly around the railing.

Soon in the dueling arena, one of the muscular men knocked the other, who was slightly shorter, to the ground where he spat blood and couldn’t get up.

"How brutal!" Jing Haoran exclaimed, his tongue clicking.

But Gu Xiaoxi, sipping her drink, just smiled indifferently.

The second duel soon began.

It was the previous winner, fighting a teenager just over a decade old.

The boy’s face was too dirty to see clearly; even his skin was grubby, making him look dark.

However, he had a pair of bright, spirited eyes.

Even though he was much smaller in stature and muscle than his opponent, there was no hint of fear.

Gu Xiaoxi drank her wine, knowing without looking that the boy couldn’t defeat the muscle man.

Even if his skills and attacks were strong, in the face of his opponent, his punches were ineffectual, while a single punch from the other could knock him down.

Gu Xiaoxi continued drinking, no longer watching.

She just listened to the noisy sounds of the place.

"That boy was sold here today! He definitely can’t take a hit, I bet he’ll die within ten minutes."

"NO! Although he’s small, his eyes are determined. He’s tough. I bet he’ll survive."

The duel was getting prepared in the arena.

The gambling games below were underway.

Gu Xiaoxi had not expected that such a cruel mode of play existed in this kind of place.

She couldn’t help but turn curiously again, holding her drink, facing the dueling arena.

The burly man clenched his fists, his arms shook, and his muscles trembled.

But in the eyes of the boy, there was not a hint of fear.

Jing Haoran, of course, hadn’t heard the bets being placed on the boy’s life or death.

He thought it was just a matter of who would beat whom and the match would be over.

He couldn’t help but complain, "This is so boring, pitting a pro against a kid who can’t even fight. I would definitely bet on the big guy winning."

A smile tugged at Gu Xiaoxi’s lips.

"I bet on the kid dying?" Gu Xiaoxi held her drink, looking into the blue liquid inside the glass, her gaze as deep as ice.

It seemed this bar was no simple matter.

They could actually gamble with human lives.

Jing Haoran turned back puzzled, looking at Gu Xiaoxi, "What are you talking about?"

"They are betting on whether the kid lives or dies within ten minutes," Gu Xiaoxi said with a detached tone.

Jing Haoran suddenly jumped to his feet, "How is that possible? That’s a human life!"

Gu Xiaoxi closed her eyes, her ears keenly listening to the entire bar.

Amongst all the noise, she heard a conversation.

"Boss, the betting is done. Eighty percent bet on his death."

"Then tell the bruiser to ease up. Let him live."

Gu Xiaoxi shook her head in disapproval.

She hadn’t expected that even a duel could have such schemes.

Bets and money had determined the young man’s fate.

The owner of the bar obviously didn’t value human life at all.

Gu Xiaoxi continued to order drinks and took a flask out of her bag, handing it to the waiter, "Fill this up for me."

The waiter immediately went to do so.

"I can’t just stand by; I have to save him," Jing Haoran said, setting down his drink. He couldn’t just stand by and watch the kid die.

"Let’s just watch and see!" Gu Xiaoxi certainly didn’t want to get in trouble by causing a scene with him in tow.

If they dared to open such a conspicuous gambling arena, they were bound to have a powerful backing.

Moreover, this is D State, not Liuli Country.

You can’t act recklessly.

As Gu Xiaoxi and Jing Haoran were talking, the duel in the arena had already begun.

Right at the start, the young boy clenched his fists and fiercely yelled out "Kill!"

He spoke in the authentic language of Liuli Country.

At this, Jing Haoran could no longer remain seated, "Gu Xiaoxi, did you hear that? He spoke our country’s language. He must be one of our people."

Gu Xiaoxi held his wine glass, scrutinizing the events in the arena.

The duel had begun, and the young boy’s reflexes were still quite sharp.

It was clear that he had some foundation in martial arts.

It was just that his strength wasn’t enough.

Just as Gu Xiaoxi had guessed.

His three punches to the big man were met with no pain or itch.

But a single punch from the big man had him lying on the ground, vomiting blood.

At this point, the fight had not exceeded three minutes.

The spectators outside the arena were already shouting frenziedly, "Kill him, kill him!"

This way, they could win a hefty gambling profit.

Gu Xiaoxi squinted his eyes, took a sip of wine, and watched the young boy lying on the ground spitting blood.

At this moment, he struggled to prop himself up on his arms, and once again unhesitatingly launched an attack on the big man.

The big man promptly raised his arms, his muscles flexing, and landed another punch on the boy’s back.

It was another vicious blow, and this time the boy spat out blood twice.

Jing Haoran, who sat beside Gu Xiaoxi, could no longer bear it, "Xiao Xi, you must save him quickly! He’s going to die. He is, after all, a compatriot!"

Gu Xiaoxi, however, sat unmoved, simply responding with an icy tone, "If you want to save him, go do it yourself."

As Jing Haoran was about to roll up his sleeves and step forward, he hadn’t taken more than a few steps before he saw the dense array of gun barrels at the windows above.

Frightened, he obediently sat back down beside Gu Xiaoxi and swallowed hard, "Gu Xiaoxi, there are so many guns, what should we do?"

"Mix it up!"

Gu Xiaoxi toyed with the wine flask in his hand as he watched the scene in the center.

Five minutes later, it was halftime.

At the same time, bets were placed again.

And the young boy was barely holding on to life.

At this time, everyone was betting that the young boy would die.

Gu Xiaoxi kept a hook in his mouth, revealing a playful smile.

Jing Haoran was almost frantic with anxiety; Gu Xiaoxi wouldn’t save him, and he didn’t dare to make a move alone.

Moreover, the prerequisite for using his special ability was to make eye contact with the other person.

At this time, the lights were all focused on the combat arena.

The people below were shrouded in darkness, and those above certainly wouldn’t meet his gaze.

And he alone was not a match for the hidden bodyguards here.

"Take this and go bet on him surviving," Gu Xiaoxi handed a stack of cash to Jing Haoran.

Jing Haoran immediately jumped up from his seat, "Gu Xiaoxi, you can’t be playing like this. When our own compatriot is about to die, you won’t save him but bet on his survival."

No sooner had he spoken than he slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

Right! Gu Xiaoxi was betting on his survival.

Then he would definitely survive.

With that, he strode over to the betting area and placed his bet on the young boy’s survival.

At the second betting of the evening, everyone bet on the young boy’s death.

But only he bet on his survival.

Soon, halftime betting ended.

The next five minutes would unveil the answer for everyone.

And during this five-minute break, the young boy in the arena clenched his fists tightly, his eyes wide with anger, evidently enraged at the injustices of the world.

Jing Haoran watched, his heart nearly breaking.

"Gu Xiaoxi, why aren’t you saying anything. How pitiful, even if he isn’t beaten to death, with his last breath, he couldn’t possibly survive, right?"

Gu Xiaoxi couldn’t be bothered to look.

He turned his back to the dueling arena.

Shrieks and screams were incessant there.

In just three minutes, the young boy had taken three more punches.

Although he had also fought back with over a dozen punches, he seemed to have no impact on the bulky figure at all.

Jing Haoran was on the verge of tears, clutching Gu Xiaoxi’s clothing, pleading, "Please save him! He’s about to pass out and die."

Indeed, the next second.

The sturdy big man delivered a punch to the young boy’s chest.

Instantly, the boy flew out and fell to the ground, clearly having passed out.

There was one minute left until the duel was over.

Clearly, the audience didn’t think so and continued to shout, urging the strong man to keep hitting, not to stop.

They had all placed bets and were determined to see the strong man beat the young boy to death.

Jing Haoran clenched his fists, suddenly standing up, his eyes red with anger, "These thugs! Can’t they see he’s already passed out? And they still strike."