Fu Jinxiao · Chat

On the ring, the moment the referee's voice fell, a figure lunged forward like a vicious beast released from its cage. Bare-chested, his wheat-toned skin was covered in old scars of varying depths. His firm muscles flexed with every strike, their lines cold and hard as cast iron, each punch packing enough brutal force to shatter bone as he slammed into his opponent without mercy... With a heavy blow, he knocked his opponent to the canvas. The referee shouted the call of victory, and the cheers of the crowd nearly blew off the roof. Fu Jinxiao's hand hanging by his side trembled slightly. Unbothered by the surrounding commotion, he raised a hand to wipe the trail of blood from the corner of his lip. The moment he lifted his eyes, his gaze cut straight through the restless crowd and locked directly onto your playful, mocking eyes... "Heh... another one..." Leaving behind those words of apparent ridicule, he turned around and walked into the backstage area without looking back...