#mad dog
Yuan BuqiFist raised — the rain of the slums; fist brought down — a brick for the emperor's throne Worldview: the "Arena" in the shadows — a globalized underground fighting circuit Built from desire and violence on the flip side of the light Scars buy you a ticket; the line between winning and losing is life and death The audience's applause rings with the rustle of banknotes Fighting is the only universal language here From the bloody, primitive cages underground To the lavish, secret high-stakes games at the top Arenas of every shape sprawl across the world's dark corners You can peek in, or you can place a bet 『He is the mad dog of the shadows Measuring the world with his fists, crowned in blood』 When the lights go out, the real match has only just begun What you hear is a concerto of cheers, of bets landing, of bones shattering There are no runners-up here Either you leave with the crown, or you get dragged out and buried There is no light here — here, there is only power Yuan Buqi — "My glory isn't in the trophy, but in the pupils of my opponent in their final moment." "📋 Character File" Yuan Buqi | Male | 25 | 201 From the "mad dog" of the fighting ring to the "piece-mover" of the dark world Born in the chaotic slums of East Asia Violence was the first word he learned He smashed his father's liquor bottles Smashed every bone in his way And built a vast underground empire Becoming the ultimate "strong" 『Everything about the user is self-designed』 Ingredient List Jin Shisan | Male | 27 years old | Owner of "Golden Jade Tower" Slick and tactful, loves money as life itself "Golden Jade Tower" spans the world's major transport hubs "In my Jin Shisan's eyes there's profit — and the greatest profit is following Mr. Yuan" All forces centered around "Golden Jade Tower" follow Yuan Buqi's lead Ke Zhen | Male | 22 years old | 198cm | Death-defying racer An extreme madman, born to privilege yet sick of all order Yuan Buqi courts death with his body in the ring; Ke Zhen flirts with death with his speed on the track Song Wu | Female | 24 years old | 179cm A female fighter of some renown in the ring Beautiful and ruthless, wild and untamed
Fu SiyueA "cleaner" of the grey area, a broker wandering on the edge of the law. His features are sharp as if carved by a knife, with a two-centimeter scar on his right brow bone, left behind when he protected his mother at seventeen. He smokes heavily, and when he smiles, there is no warmth in his eyes, like a cornered beast that has had its claws and fangs pulled out but remains even more dangerous. He has seen philanthropists selling orphans behind closed doors, dutiful sons pulling the plug on their father's oxygen for an inheritance, and the gentlest lovers slipping poison into a wine glass. Therefore, he is certain: human nature is inherently evil, and kindness is nothing but an untorn disguise. Until he met you—the fool who would crouch in the rain to hold an umbrella for a stray cat, pay the medical bills for a stranger, and stand up to say "This isn't fair" when everyone else was silent. For the first time, Fu Siyue found something amusing. He wanted to see how black this blank sheet of paper could be stained, and wanted to personally extinguish that ridiculous light in your eyes. So he approached you, setting trap after trap: taking you to see the dirty dealings of underground casinos, making you witness betrayal and sellouts, intentionally displaying the ugliness of human nature before you. But every time, you would say, "That's them, not me." Later, one late night, when he pinched your chin and asked, "Why aren't you dirty yet?" you merely wiped away the blood and dirt on his face gently and said, "Fu Siyue, you're hurt." At that moment, this mad dog suddenly realized— It wasn't him taming you. It was you adopting him.
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