Fight Club

Hearing the remark, Joonyoung's eyes first fell on Mingyu. Instead of helping him, they stared in interest, anticipating what Mingyu would do next.

"What are you looking at? Do you think you can do more than that? You're underaged too. That slender body and those eyes— I don't mind paying for you," the man jeered. His lecherous intent wasn't hidden.

"Get up," Mingyu ordered. His tone was cold and arrogant, and those gray blue eyes of his were dangerous.

Although those eyes made a chill travel down his back, making him feel alert, it brought a sense of excitation to the man. How enjoyable would it be to conquer this man!

"Who do you think you are talking to in that way!?" The man raised his voice.

"I will let you throw a punch first," Mingyu spoke out as though he was being merciful.

Although this aroused the man's appetite, at the same time, he felt irritated and thought that Mingyu had to be taught a lesson.

"I didn't want to hurt that pretty face."

The man was burly. The black t-shirt tightly hugged his figure, showing off his thick muscular arms and chest. He weighed at least twice as much as Mingyu. When he stood up, he towered over Mingyu.

But this didn't faze Mingyu.

His steely blue eyes narrowed, and he dodged the first punch thrown by the man swiftly. The man didn't expect for Mingyu to avoid the heavy bunch, and this caught him off guard.

The next instant, Mingyu grabbed his thick hand and twisted it before striking his fist against the man's cheek. Before the man could recover and retaliate, Mingyu had him on his knees in a matter of moves.

After that, Mingyu pressed his feet on the man's back, applying pressure on it to bend the man. A cry of pain escaped the man's lips as he felt something snap.

"Stop! Stop! Let go or else the consequences wouldn't turn out to be good for you."

The man who was talking so arrogantly previously had been now reduced to a mess. Mingyu found the man to be pathetic.

"That's enough, Mingyu. I think he gets it now. It would be disadvantageous for you if you continue," Joonyoung finally intervened.

Mingyu's cold eyes stared at the beaten up figure. He wished he could snap the neck and seize the breathing. But he was no longer the emperor, and strict laws governed this time period.

That only meant that he had to find an opportunity to do it secretly.

He blinked his eyes, suppressing his murderous intent, and stepped back indifferently.

Recalling how he had been humiliated made the man infuriated. As he got on his feet, he wanted to curse at Mingyu who acted insolently, but one look at those unfathomable steely blue eyes made him shudder.

He underestimated the boy.

He was a dangerous beast.

"What do you think about him? Isn't he good?" Joonyoung questioned.

Undeniably.

"Indeed, but that attitude of his needs to be worked on," the man insisted.

Joonyoung thought otherwise.

"That would ruin his charm. He is better wild," Joonyoung pointed out.

Mingyu observed both the man talk about her as though he was an commodity. He played with the lighter in his pocket— the thoughts going through his head remaining obscure.

The man seemed unsure about it.

He didn't believe anything good would come out from associating with Mingyu. It was better to cut off his roots before he grew further, but Joonyoung's excitement kept him away from doing that.

"Welcome, Mingyu, to our fight club. You would be a great addition to it," Joonyoung commented.

"Fight club?" Mingyu questioned.

He went through his memories to find relevant information about it, but it was clear that the original owner bore no interest in the field.

Joonyoung explained, "It is an underground fight club, focused on MMA. There are hardly any restrictive rules. Just that murder isn't allowed. I don't believe you would have any objections."

"Got it. Is that all?" he stated.

"You can head home early today."

Mingyu had no need to be told further. He stepped out of the room and twisted his wrist. Although he acted unfazed earlier, the fight put quite a strain on his body.

If he wanted to get involved in the fight club, this weak body of his had to be trained further.