"Let’s go." Han Zhan patted Luo Heng, who was still in a daze, and said.

As he spoke, he transferred some money to Luo Heng’s account.

No more, no less, exactly two thousand life currency.

Luo Heng looked up, bewildered, at Han Zhan.

"At fifty-to-one odds, made a small profit," Han Zhan explained truthfully.

Luo Heng: "..."

"Didn’t you say you don’t gamble with lives?"

"Did I say that?" Han Zhan thought for a moment, then let out an "oh," "I said I don’t gamble with my own life; betting on others’ lives doesn’t count."

Besides, upon seeing the sword in Luo Qiuhong’s hand, Han Zhan, who already knew the outcome of the battle, had no reason not to place a bet.

"This money..." Luo Heng was a bit conflicted.

He had just given Han Zhan a hundred life currency, which wasn’t a small sum for a toolman.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhan had quickly returned it with interest.

But Luo Heng couldn’t refuse it.

Because two thousand life currency was even more substantial!

"Don’t worry, I need you to do me a favor."

Han Zhan followed up quickly with those words.

Hearing this, Luo Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Helping wasn’t scary, but taking that two thousand life currency for nothing would make him very uneasy.

Thinking of this, Luo Heng quickly said, "What do you need? Just say it, and if I can help, I definitely will!"

"I need you to help cancel the team’s vacation tomorrow."

Luo Heng: "???"

Your request would make even a capitalist cry.

Canceling a vacation, are you even human?!

"I want to participate in cleaning the Number Two Boxing Ring." Han Zhan added directly.

Of course.

Luo Qiuhong killed Weng Lu, and as an Earthquake Star person, and also a Tier Nine Ultimate, his body was still lying in the Number Two Boxing Ring.

For other spectators, it was just a boxing match that just ended, but for the Life Span Boxing Ring assistants, their work had just begun.

The cleaning difficulty of the Number Two Boxing Ring was evident, as the "corpse" of the Earthquake Star had almost filled the entire ring.

Whichever team was assigned this task was really out of luck.

Yet Han Zhan actually wanted to cancel his vacation to voluntarily clean the Number Two Boxing Ring.

"I don’t know how to comment on your behavior."

Luo Heng sighed; sure enough, Han Zhan’s thinking was different from normal people’s.

"This task isn’t technically difficult; the organizers must be troubled about the cleaning arrangements too."

"Currently, out of ten boxing rings, eight are under cleaning and repair, and the managers are more anxious than anyone."

So if Han Zhan volunteers, not only will the managers not obstruct him, but they might even award him some kind of prize.

Like the Best Employee Award? Or maybe the Most Courageous Award?

"The main issue is, I’m worried other team members might beat you up."

Imagine this: an expected day off, notices already sent, and some brain-strained employee shouts, ’I don’t want a vacation; I want to work.’

If he’s not mobbed, the thing won’t end easily.

"I’ll compensate each team member an extra two hundred life currency."

"I’m going now!"

Luo Heng wasted no time, jumped up, and ran towards the manager’s office.

Indeed, in front of life currency, vacations are just fleeting clouds.

With the conversation over, Han Zhan turned his gaze back to the Number Two Boxing Ring.

This woman named Luo Qiuhong had issues.

His eyes flickered, recalling the battle between Luo Qiuhong and Weng Lu.

Every frame, every detail did not escape his eyes.

He had noticed details that others perhaps hadn’t paid attention to or simply ignored.

Luo Qiuhong’s sword skill was quite unremarkable.

At least it was so before she drew her sword.

But after drawing the sword, Luo Qiuhong’s sword skills improved exponentially, elevating by multiple magnitudes.

Which makes it quite interesting.

Is the sword stronger than the person? Or is there some other underlying matter here?

Han Zhan wanted to enter the Number Two Boxing Ring personally to inspect closely.

This is what led to the initial conversation with Luo Heng.

...

Life Span Boxing Ring, Manager’s Office.

The manager, wearing a white suit with a bright red rose bowtie, rubbed his brow irritably as he looked at the report sheets in front of him.

"Number One Boxing Ring, major maintenance."

"Number Two Boxing Ring, pending cleaning, major maintenance."

"Number Three Boxing Ring, under cleaning, major maintenance."

"Number Four Boxing Ring, available for normal use."

"Number Five Boxing Ring..."

Not many rings could be used normally as he flipped through sheets.

This was a critical and severe blow to the Life Span Boxing Ring.

"Sir, Guan Congming from the Third-Rate Writer Bar area is calling you..."

"Don’t pick up!" The white-suited man waved dismissively. "What could a low-revenue area manager want with me?"

"Can he help resolve the urgent issues at the Life Span Boxing Ring? He’s just looking to curry favor."

"Don’t answer! Just say I’m not available!"

After venting a bit, the white-suited man felt somewhat better.

"I’ve heard there was a site assistant team today that completed a cleanup task with an S-level rating, correct?"

"They’re currently available; shall we have them handle the emergency cleanup of the Number Two Boxing Ring?"

"Sir, they completed an S-level cleanup task; according to Paradise regulations, they’re entitled to rest for a day, so..."

"Damn!"

The white-suited man slammed the table.

What’s the point of giving an S-level rating; do these raters even have brains!

"Sir, the captain of that S-level team wants to see you." The aide continued.

"To see me? No... let them in."

Originally, the white-suited man intended to refuse, but given they had just completed an S-level cleanup, they were the star players among site assistant teams.

He wanted to hear what the person had to say.

If they wanted to use this opportunity to extend their break, he would definitely refuse without hesitation!

Outside, Luo Heng quickly entered.

Seeing the boxing ring manager at the desk, he greeted respectfully and said:

"Sir, we want to end our vacation early to take on the cleanup task for the Number Two Boxing Ring tomorrow."

"What vacation? Requesting leave, as expected, that’s definitely not—wait?!"

The white-suited man thought Luo Heng intended to extend their vacation and was halfway through rejecting him before he suddenly realized.

"You’re saying you want to end your vacation early and voluntarily take on the cleanup of the Number Two Boxing Ring?!"

The white-suited man repeated in disbelief.

Luo Heng nodded, affirming, "Yes, Sir."

"Snap!"

The white-suited man slapped the table and stood up abruptly from his chair.

He stepped forward and gave Luo Heng a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Of course, no problem at all!"

"Luo Heng, you’re called Luo Heng, right? You know I’ve always had faith in you!"

"Keep it up!"