Chapter 184: Chapter 184

"What? You say you want to be a ’Super Mario’? My God! Are you kidding me?" Ye Xiangxue couldn’t believe her own eyes. But looking at her, she didn’t seem to be joking.

"Miss Hua, what’s wrong with you? Are you short of money? You know..." Ye Xiangxue hadn’t finished speaking when Hua Xiaomo easily cut her off. "So what if I know that rich person? That money has his name on it, not mine. If I take other people’s money, I have to do things that I’m unwilling to do, and I don’t like that."

Hua Xiaomo’s gaze drifted to the ring, and she asked thoughtfully, "If I could get up there to fight, I could make a lot of money, couldn’t I?"

Ye Xiangxue thought about it, her brows furrowing. "Miss Hua, you should give up that idea. If you’re not a real fighter, a single punch could end you. Why bother?"

"How do you know I’m not a real fighter?" Hua Xiaomo laughed. Then she looked at her. "Quick, tell me how much one match is?"

"This..." Ye Xiangxue glanced at her and still replied, "The starting price for a Super Mario is one hundred thousand per match, but this can also increase based on the customers’ and bosses’ demands."

"For example?" Hua Xiaomo was interested. "What’s the highest price for a single match?"

"In my memory, the highest bid for a match went straight from one hundred thousand to one million!" Ye Xiangxue said.

"A match for one million, wow! That’s so freaking awesome!" Hua Xiaomo was completely fired up.

If one match could earn a million, then just by fighting five matches, she could get her hands on five million. Wouldn’t everything be okay then?

"Miss Hua, how much money do you really need? If it’s not much, I can lend it to you first. But please, don’t think about this ’Super Mario’ thing anymore. It’s literally playing with your life."

"The toughest ’Super Mario’ died after fighting continuously for twenty days. I heard she was the runner-up in the World Women’s Boxing Championship!" Ye Xiangxue said with concern. The life-saving favor from that other time was still vivid in her mind. If it weren’t for Hua Xiaomo, perhaps she, Ye Xiangxue, wouldn’t have made it through that night. As a result, she had silently vowed that if she ever had the chance, she would repay her.

Hua Xiaomo smiled and shook her head, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Xiangxue, thank you for your kindness, but you should trust me. My hands are truly capable of fighting, and I want to prove myself with my own strength."

Seeing she couldn’t persuade her, Ye Xiangxue sighed. "Okay, I’ll take you to see Sister Su."

"Heh heh, I knew you were the best! Thanks a lot!" Hua Xiaomo said with a beaming smile, her eyes shining brightly.

Soon, Ye Xiangxue brought Hua Xiaomo to the backstage of the Emma Show Field to meet the boss behind the scenes, Sister Su, Su Meina.

When Hua Xiaomo saw Su Meina, she recognized her.

Deep purple-red cheongsam, red lips, low-cut, high slit, and her long legs subtly revealed. Her fiery and voluminous red hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, making her look extremely glamorous and attractive!

"Sister Su, I have a sister here who wants to be a Ma Li," Ye Xiangxue said directly.

Su Meina took the cigar from her mouth with one hand, puffing out clouds of smoke for a while before standing up. Her scrutinizing gaze turned directly to Hua Xiaomo. "I recognize you, Miss Hua, right? If I’m not mistaken, you’re President Qi’s girl!"

The implication of her words was clear without being stated.

Hua Xiaomo smiled faintly. "I only know President Qi; we’re just acquaintances, so it’s not accurate to say I’m his person. Sister Su, could you please give me this chance? I really need the money."

"Heh heh..." Su Meina suddenly laughed, and after a while, she spoke. "The girls who come here to be a Ma Li are all in need of money; I, Sister Su, understand your situation. However, I advise you to leave. This place isn’t for just anyone."

Hua Xiaomo’s eyes darkened. "I really know how to fight."

"Have you won any prizes? World Championships, boxing matches, or professional competitions in martial arts, judo, taekwondo—have you won any of these?" Su Meina asked directly, her voice very calm. Her appraising gaze, lifting slightly, swept over Hua Xiaomo once again.

"That..." Hua Xiaomo shook her head, her delicate, beautiful face falling. She quickly spoke, "Those pretty trophies aren’t of much use. Isn’t it true talent and skill that matter on stage? I have the real deal, and if Sister Su doesn’t believe me, you can test me."

Su Meina snapped her fingers with a flourish, and soon a security guard walked in. "Sister Su..." Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Go test her skills," Su Meina said indifferently.

The security guard turned to look at Hua Xiaomo and was taken aback. "Xiao Mo! What are you doing here?"

"Wen Yajun!" Hua Xiaomo was also stunned. She’d never have expected to see him here!

"What, you know each other?" Su Meina’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice dropped. "But on stage, I can’t care about your relationship. What the guests want to see is close combat, you understand? If you can’t fight, you might as well leave now!"

Hua Xiaomo looked toward Wen Yajun, and for a moment, her hands clenched into fists. "Wen Yajun, I want to be a Ma Li, and if you stand in my way, I’ll have no choice but to take you down!"

Without further hesitation, she threw a punch at Wen Yajun.

Wen Yajun was taken aback and solidly took her punch.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for? Fight back!" Hua Xiaomo frowned.

"You..." Wen Yajun paused, one hand covering his chest, looking at her. He was utterly unable to comprehend why she would want to be a Ma Li.

"Fight!" Su Meina’s voice rang out impatiently.

Ye Xiangxue, watching anxiously, couldn’t help but keep putting in a good word for Hua Xiaomo. "Sister Su, please believe Xiao Mo, she really can fight!"

"If she can fight, why isn’t she fighting? Can she even make it onstage ?" Su Meina said coldly.

Hua Xiaomo’s hand tightened, and when she threw the second punch, Wen Yajun had already closed his eyes, apparently resigned to take the beating without fighting back.

Suddenly, Hua Xiaomo’s fist stopped just before hitting Wen Yajun’s face. She drew it back, looking at Su Meina, and said defiantly, "An opponent who won’t fight back is unworthy of being an opponent for ’Super Mario’!"

"Oh? So you think you’re pretty tough?" Su Meina’s interest was now piqued. She clapped her hands briskly and gave the order, "Go get Dong Feiyu to pick out a couple of strong, well-built security guards who can fight!"

Soon, a suave teenager about eighteen or nineteen years old walked in, a cigar dangling from his lips, one hand slipped into his trouser pocket, followed by two towering security guards.