Last Love

Last Love chapter 42

This was Wen Ke’s first glimpse of the underground boxing arena, and the moment he stepped in, he felt utterly stunned.

The immense space that spanned the entire floor was adorned with continuous carvings of arena scenes, creating a grand and bloodthirsty atmosphere, with a high boxing ring at the center encircled by red ropes.

At this moment, the entire boxing arena buzzed with people, surprising Wen Ke with its lively spectacle.

It was only then that Xu Jiale hurriedly walked over from another entrance. His expression clearly showed concern, and after arriving, he whispered to Wen Ke, “Jin Chu has something to discuss with me. I need to make a quick call for him. I probably won’t be able to watch the match tonight. Please apologize to Han Jiangque on my behalf.”

“Did something happen to Jin Chu?” Wen Ke asked anxiously.

“It’s not a big deal.” Xu Jiale furrowed his brows, a hint of weariness visible in his eyes. Eventually, he softly explained, “He… well, he developed feelings for an Alpha. He called me to ask for advice, and I’m a bit worried.”

Wen Ke was momentarily taken aback.

In theory, it might seem strange for an Omega, especially one who had divorced, to seek advice from an ex-husband about romantic matters. However, considering Xu Jiale and Jin Chu’s unique relationship dynamics, it wasn’t that hard to comprehend. Wen Ke nodded immediately and said, “Go ahead. You don’t need to worry about Han Jiangque; if there’s anything, call me.”

“Okay.”

Xu Jiale didn’t say much more, just nodded briefly to signal a goodbye to Fu Xiaoyu and left.

Fu Xiaoyu led Wen Ke to a table by the boxing ring, clearly a VIP-exclusive area, separated by some distance from the rear and adjacent seats. As they sat down, the service staff quickly came over to pour them glasses of pre-chilled champagne.

During the wait for the match to begin, there was inevitably a bit of awkwardness.

Wen Ke wasn’t sure how to interact with Fu Xiaoyu. Over the years, he had almost no social circle, let alone facing such an outstanding Omega.

However, he was also afraid of awkward situations. Thinking about Fu Xiaoyu’s relationship with Han Jiangque and, although somewhat secretly concerned, he still believed that he couldn’t let Han Jiangque’s friend feel neglected. So, he decided to initiate a conversation, “Fu Xiaoyu, you mentioned in the gym earlier about the nutrition meal. I don’t really understand much about boxing. Could you explain it to me?”

Although Wen Ke was reserved, he was not dull-witted. His innate sensitivity allowed him to understand how to deal with people. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have maintained such a good friendship with Xu Jiale for so many years.

Facing the proud Fu Xiaoyu, he knew where to position himself. Since Fu Xiaoyu was Han Jiangque’s friend of many years, and possibly even Han Jiangque’s boss, socially, he believed he should strive to be accepted by the other party.

Fu Xiaoyu turned his head with a glass of champagne in his hand. He seemed a bit surprised that Wen Ke took the initiative to talk to him. After a momentary pause, he explained, “Han Jiangque actually has a nutritionist responsible for overseeing his pre-match diet. Typically, he only eats boiled chicken breast, along with some vegetables and nuts. He absolutely cannot have greasy or spicy food, and even the portion size is strictly regulated.”

“Does he always eat so healthily, even in normal times?”

Wen Ke couldn’t help asking in a low voice.

“He likes combat sports.” Fu Xiaoyu said, “So, he tries to stay as healthy as possible. Even though he loves hot pot, he might only go once a month.”

Wen Ke immediately thought of the meals Han Jiangque had with him these past few days—Instant noodles, hot pot, fried meatballs, pork cutlet curry rice. Suddenly, he felt extremely frustrated.

The separation of ten years had left him with a shallow understanding of the present Han Jiangque. Although he was worried about Han Jiangque, he couldn’t help feeling a bit annoyed because Han Jiangque only cared about eating when he was with him, and he didn’t even say anything.

“I… I noticed that you only had vegetables for dinner, without even salad dressing.”

Wen Ke said softly.

In fact, this sentence wasn’t inappropriate at all. However, after asking, he vaguely realized what he truly cared about deep down—

What he cared about was why Fu Xiaoyu and Han Jiangque maintained such a consistent lifestyle.

Enjoying the same sports, sharing the same dietary habits.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at Wen Ke; in his round cat-like eyes, there seemed to be a hint of complex emotions, deep down, appearing somewhat melancholic and resentful.

However, those emotions were too difficult to understand. Even for a moment, Wen Ke thought he might have misunderstood.

After a long time, Fu Xiaoyu finally regained his previous calm expression and answered, “I eat very little at night.”

It was at this moment that all the lights in the entire underground boxing arena suddenly went out. Then, suddenly, a bright beam of light shone from a distance, hitting the high boxing ring in the center.

A host and referee wearing a hat stepped onto the high boxing platform, loudly proclaiming, “Welcome to the 18th Vic Cup heavyweight championship final. That’s right, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night—because tonight, right here on this boxing ring under my feet, the Vic Cup’s boxing champion of the year will be born! The winner will not only receive Vic’s boxing champion gold belt but also immediately gain one million in cash!”

Wen Ke’s eyes widened instantly. It was only now that he understood why Fu Xiaoyu had been so nervous about every detail earlier, and why there were so many people here.

It’s actually the final tonight; tonight, Han Jiangque was competing for the boxing championship!

At this moment, with a loud bang and accompanied by the smoke generated by dry ice, a tall figure walked step by step from the player’s passage toward the boxing ring.

The host’s voice raised, “Now entering the stage is the blue corner boxer. Let’s welcome—the veteran boxer, the Russian Bear King Ivanov, who has worn the gold belt twice!”

With cheers echoing continuously from the audience below, that figure slowly walked forward until he stood under the spotlight, wearing a blue robe.

In that instant, Wen Ke understood why he was called the Bear King.

This boxer named Ivanov was like a towering tower, his height of over two meters appearing daunting in real life.

White people were strong, and his muscles were almost reddened, indicating a terrifying strength.

Wen Ke felt his heart beating faster, wondering if Han Jiangque could defeat such a monster.

“And now entering the stage is tonight’s red corner boxer—the absolute dark horse of this year, undefeated since the beginning of the Vic League, JQ!”

With cheers and screams even more deafening than before, Han Jiangque, wearing a flaming red robe, stepped out from the passage.

Han Jiangque was bare-chested, wearing fiery red boxing shorts. A black restraining band adorned his neck, ensuring that Alphas wouldn’t release pheromones to suppress opponents during boxing. Only the side with a higher pheromone level needed to wear it.

Although he was at a disadvantage in height next to Ivanov, who stood at 192 cm.

However, under the spotlight, his smooth and taut skin resembled satin, and his muscular lines possessed the handsome and vigorous characteristics unique to East Asians.

He seemed like a wild beast, every curve nakedly displaying the beauty of strength.

Few people could experience such a feeling, watching their beloved one step onto such an exhilarating stage.

Amidst the repeated shouts of “JQ,” Wen Ke looked up at Han Jiangque, feeling as if his breath had stopped at that moment.

The host also knew that such sports weren’t suitable for lengthy discussions. Holding Ivanov with one hand and Han Jiangque with the other, he had both raise their hands wearing boxing gloves and then began a loud countdown.

As the countdown reached “one,” accompanied by a piercing bell, the host swiftly retreated from the stage.

His choice was evidently wise, as Han Jiangque and Ivanov confronted each other for only a second or two before Han Jiangque unleashed his attack like lightning!

With a loud “boom,” the red boxing glove struck heavily on the lower part of Ivanov’s raised fist, but the effectiveness of this attack was apparent.

The Bear King, with a mouthguard, looked even more ferocious. He was clearly angered by Han Jiangque’s provocation. After blocking, he immediately counterattacked, the huge blue fist striking heavily towards Han Jiangque’s head.

The punch, with its whistling wind, seemed to carry an overwhelming force, and Wen Ke was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. It wasn’t until he saw Han Jiangque swiftly duck and evade the punch that he could finally relax.

This exchange was evidently just a probing, with neither side gaining an advantage.

Ivanov and Han Jiangque confronted each other, the height advantage making him look like a giant bear, firmly suppressing the smaller Han Jiangque.

After a few seconds of confrontation, surprisingly, it was Han Jiangque who attacked first again.

With a series of loud bangs, he alternated his fists, unleashing a rapid and fierce straight punch combo to Ivanov’s chest.

Ivanov was pushed back step by step by this onslaught.

“JQ is obviously spirited! As a newcomer in the boxing ring, facing the Bear King, who has worn the gold belt twice—this style of fighting is too crazy!” The host loudly commented, “Oh! The Bear King is retreating! He’s almost at the end, and he’s using a clinch!!”

Wen Ke didn’t understand boxing, but from the host’s explanation, he suddenly understood what a clinch was.

Ivanov had been hit so much that he had to use both hands to lock onto Han Jiangque’s hands at close range, preventing both sides from throwing punches.

The screams in the arena grew louder, indicating that this prolonged half-minute of intense attack had everyone excited.

Looking around, Wen Ke’s mood was also unexpectedly excited for the first time. However, he opened his mouth and awkwardly stopped—he had never done this before and didn’t know how to be unrestrained in the arena.

But he really, really wanted to shout out loud like everyone else—JQ!

However, Fu Xiaoyu didn’t seem so optimistic. His brows were furrowed, and he took a sip of his drink, lowering his head.

In the next second, in the gap when the two separated from the clinch, the Bear King suddenly threw a straight punch between them, landing heavily on the right side of Han Jiangque’s head!

The punch was too fast, and its terrifying speed made its strength extraordinary.

With a “bang,” Han Jiangque was almost knocked straight back, his body falling onto the elastic red ropes!

“Ah!”

Wen Ke jumped up like a spring from his seat.

“Fuck.” Fu Xiaoyu subconsciously cursed in English, his nerves also tightening, “Too reckless, too reckless.”

He muttered.

The host and Fu Xiaoyu made the same judgment: “JQ lacks experience! The opponent is the Bear King! The two-time gold belt-winning boxing champion. JQ was too careless in the melee, allowing the old Bear King to find a loophole! This round, JQ probably won’t come out on top!”

Seeing that Wen Ke seemed to want to go to the side stage, he hurriedly stopped him, “You can’t go now.”

Wen Ke’s face turned pale.

He didn’t care about winning or losing at all. From his perspective, Han Jiangque’s right cheek was swollen, even though he was biting the mouthguard, blood could still be seen seeping from his gums.

His little wolf cub was injured, and he felt like his heart was breaking.

Looking at Fu Xiaoyu, Wen Ke’s lips trembled with anxiety, and he stammered, “Is he, is he injured? Can’t we stop the match for now?”

Faced with this absurd and ridiculous question, Fu Xiaoyu didn’t know how to answer for a while. In these years, he had watched so many of Han Jiangque’s boxing matches, and it seemed that no Omega had ever cried like this at the sight of Han Jiangque merely taking a punch.

Han Jiangque was an Alpha, such a powerful S-rank Alpha.

How could he be hurt because of a mere punch?

Fu Xiaoyu thought strangely. He was somewhat at a loss, and in the end, he could only stand up, pat Wen Ke on the back, and say in a trembling voice, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid. Boxing is like this—”

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