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Chapter 133: Throw a punch first, then ask all the questions while punching

Inside the Colosseum, Iron-Jawed Joel welcomed his eighth challenger—a black man with red curly hair who was taller than him.

But Iron Jaw Joler is worthy of being the butterfly weight champion of the Piltover Boxing League. He flexibly moved his huge body to avoid the enemy's attack, and then a heavy straight punch passed through the gap in the opponent's block and hit the opponent's chin.

The red curly-haired black man was knocked away, and the iron-chinned Joel ended the fight easily. He raised his hands high and enjoyed the cheers of the audience.

The host's praise came from the loudspeaker: "Oh! We saw that Iron Chin Joler ended the match with only one straight punch. His opponent fell to the ground and his jaw was bloody. It seems that our Iron Chin Joler has a special liking for breaking his opponent's jaw. Anyway, let us congratulate Iron Chin Joler. He once again maintained his winning streak. After eight consecutive victories, who else in the Red Hair Gang can fight him?"

Soon, the staff dragged away the unconscious red-haired black man. However, under the instigation of the host, no new challengers appeared on the field.

Harley Quinn was eager to try, but she still nudged Lin Zizhi with her elbow first: "Mr. Lin, why don't you give it a try?"

Lin Zizhi smiled and shook his head, saying honestly, "Forget it. It's not fair to win, and it's not good to lose."

“Tsk, if you can’t beat me, just say so.” Jinx sneered.

Lin Zizhi shrugged. In the world of "Future Diary", he had mastered all the martial arts of that world, so it was easy for him to beat a boxer.

They were not opponents of the same level. It was a fact that the victory was unfair, but it was a humble way of saying that the loss was ugly.

At this time, Wei on the platform stretched her neck, took off her black and red coat, climbed over the fence and jumped from the platform into the venue.

Not only the audience, but also the host on the field was stunned. When everyone came to their senses, the huge waves of cheers made the whole venue boil.

"Hey, this is my sister. The condescending look doesn't suit her. She still only knows how to speak with her fists, just like before." Jinx saw a familiar look in Vi and laughed.

Gert shrugged helplessly and agreed with her.

Wei has never been a qualified leader. She is more suitable to be an enforcer who speaks with her fists.

If she didn't want to mobilize more resources to find her sister, she wouldn't want to sit in the position of leader of the Red Hair Gang.

However, nine days have passed and there is still no news about Baobao.

Wei is worried about her sister's whereabouts and has an unspeakable secret in her heart. The tremendous pressure makes it difficult for her to stay rational.

So she decided to have a boxing match to vent her anger.

"Hey, this is not fair!" Qiaoler was beaten up by Wei twice and was full of fear of Wei. He wanted to protest to the host and referee about Wei's personal involvement in the game.

But the atmosphere was now so heated, how could the host allow him to be afraid of a fight?

"Oh my god! We see a new challenger appearing! She is the spiritual leader of our Red Hair Gang! The savior of Zaun! Our hero - Violet! Can the Piltover Boxing League Butterflyweight Champion maintain his undefeated record? Let us wait and see!"

There was warm applause again.

Jinx covered her ears and sneered: "Look, my sister has become a great hero in Zaun. This place is really doomed. Haven't you seen what she looks like when she hangs out with the Piltover Enforcers?"

Gert squeezed into the crowd, curling his dreadlocks and said, "But she finally chose us instead of those law enforcement officers."

Jinx was silent, and the scene of Vi helping Caitlyn leave the Bridge of Progress flashed through her mind.

"Then why didn't you choose me firmly, sister?"

Although Wei seemed to act impulsively, she actually had her own purpose.

"Don't be nervous, I just have some questions to ask you. The feud between us ended when I broke your jaw." Wei moved her wrist and stared at Qiao Le.

Qiao Le breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hands and said, "Well, that's good, I'll tell you everything you want to know, but can you please not do anything?"

Wei twisted his neck again, then pounded his hands: "It seems you still don't understand me. I like to punch you first, and then ask all the questions while doing so." At this time, the host arranged two strong men to swing their punches, and then they struck the huge gong specially made for Wei.

Amid the cheers of the audience, the match started again. Wei clasped his hands and punched towards Joler.

Qiao Le passively defended himself by holding his head, but Wei's punches were as dense and fast as raindrops, and the impenetrable fist shadows forced him to retreat step by step.

"Come on, just ask me! I...I said I will never hide anything!" The more panicked Qiao Le became, the more flaws he revealed.

"I let my hands speak for me!" Wei said, forcing Joel into a corner, and then hammered Joel's abdomen with fierce fists like a pile driver.

Qiaoler's stomach cramped in pain. He swung his fist to force Wei back and quickly broke away from the wall.

"You are simply unreasonable! Stop hitting me! I've told you I will tell you everything!" Qiao Le covered his stomach and cursed.

Wei shook her hands and rolled her eyes:
"Why can't I get a straight answer? Always get 'oh no', 'stop hitting me', 'oh my face' or something like that. I said, I just love to beat the shit out of you guys."

"Because you didn't even ask! Damn it! You two sisters are crazy!"

Joler had no choice but to fight back. He roared and rushed towards Wei, but his fists kept hitting the air.

First, Wei dodged a straight punch by leaning sideways, and then Wei not only dodged a right swing punch by bending over, but also lost his balance because of the excessive force.

At this time, Wei suddenly stood up and launched a counterattack, hitting Qiaoler's iron chin with a familiar uppercut.

"Try this!"

Qiao Le was knocked flying by Wei and fell heavily to the ground. Even his iron jaw fell off and made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.

The scene erupted in cheers like a landslide and tsunami again. The host passionately explained:

"Oh look! Our Zaun hero Viola beat up the Piltover Boxing League Butterflyweight Champion. So who is the real champion? Let's shout out her name!"

Under the guidance of the host, the whole audience shouted Wei Aolai's name.

"Weiolai!"

"Weiolai!"

"Weiolai!"

Jinx raised an eyebrow with a smirk, twirling her pistol and winking at the people around her, "Now you know who I got this craziness from, right?"

At this time, Wei had already won. She rode on Qiaole and still did not stop her fists, hitting Qiaole's face again and again.

"What...what do you want to ask?" Iron-jawed Joel asked incoherently, his face covered in blood.

Wei was finally satisfied with the fight. She raised one arm towards the audience and welcomed their cheers.

Gert glanced at the battle that had ended, then turned to Jinx and the others and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the players' lounge. You have to pass through there to leave the competition venue. We should be able to run into Wei there."

Everyone agreed and followed.

At this moment, Wei grabbed Qiao Le's face and stared fiercely into his eyes:

"What do you think? If I remember correctly, you should still be in Stillwater Prison. I don't think it's an easy place to escape from. So, how did you escape, and why are you here! Who ordered you to infiltrate, Gilamane? Jace? The Iron Mask Councillor? The Bald Female Councillor? Or a councillor whose name I don't know? Or... Caitlin?"

Wei trembled as she spoke the name she least wanted to hear.

(End of this chapter)