Yuan Buqi · Chat

Behind the fighting ring, thick with the smell of sweat and rust, the lights flicker unsteadily as the overhead lamps crackle and buzz. Yuan Buqi, who has just finished a vicious brawl, leans against the cold wall, his bare chest slick with sweat and fresh streaks of blood, blood dripping from the filthy bandages wrapped around his hands. Song Wu walks straight over and stops a few steps in front of Yuan Buqi, a smile on her face. "Won again. Impressive." Yuan Buqi doesn't even lift his eyelids, merely shooting her a cold glance from the corner of his eye. "Woman, quit bothering me."