You are really no match for me [Fighting] - chapter 2

King Kong stopped his hand, his expression sour, though clearly wary of this man’s identity.
“Boss, why are you here? We were just fooling around, nothing serious!”

The man addressed as Boss gave a cold laugh.
“You know very well whether you bullied them or not. On my turf, you follow my rules. If I catch you bullying your own people again, you can forget about staying here.”

All of King Kong’s arrogance vanished in an instant. He bowed and scraped, murmuring apologies and thanks as he slunk away.

The Boss turned. “Xiao Bai, and Jin Yu, get back to work. If he comes looking for trouble again, report to me directly.”

So that was his name—Xiao Bai. Jin Yu silently committed it to memory.

Xiao Bai then instructed her to tidy up the goods and clean the bar.

Jin Yu complied, and once she was finished, Xiao Bai volunteered to escort her home.

On the way back, Xiao Bai hesitated before speaking.
“You must have been scared today, huh? You just got here, so you don’t know the rules. King Kong is the face of this place—we all have to humor him. But you don’t. You’ve got the Boss as a relative, so with him backing you, you don’t need to worry about King Kong bullying you.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
“By the way, what’s your exact relationship with the Boss? Everyone’s curious. Couldn’t you at least give me a hint? It’d put my mind at ease.”

Jin Yu had no idea herself, so she could only follow his lead.
“Just regular family ties. The Boss is looking after me, that’s all.”

“Oh, I see. Makes sense. He does take care of you, but… not in that way…”

Something about that remark made Jin Yu bristle. Her eyes went cold, boring into Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai rubbed his arms.
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re creeping me out. Fine, I’ll shut up, alright? Don’t blame me for being nosy. People here love to gossip. Knowing more is usually better than knowing less. Keeping your guard up won’t hurt—otherwise, I wouldn’t even feel safe calling myself your friend.”

Jin Yu’s gaze softened. “Mm. Friend.”

“Xiao Bai, thank you for telling me all this. You’re the first friend I’ve made here. I’m glad to know you.”

Xiao Bai froze at the faint smile curving her lips. His ears went red.
“Didn’t think you’d look so good when you smile.”

Jin Yu raised her hand in mid-air, signaling for a handshake. Only then did Xiao Bai, belatedly realizing, pull his arm from his pocket, rub his palm on his pants, and clasp her hand firmly.

He accompanied Jin Yu all the way to her door. She stared at the entrance in confusion—there was no keyhole, nor a password lock. Remembering the touch-activated alarm clock from earlier, she guessed it might work the same way.

Xiao Bai spoke up beside her.
“What are you daydreaming about? You’re home. Don’t want to go in? Or can’t bear to leave me?”

Jin Yu decided she couldn’t waste time lingering and arouse suspicion. She placed her left hand on the handle. A clear chime rang, and the door opened.

“Thanks for walking me home, Xiao Bai. See you.”

“No problem.”

He watched her disappear inside, scratching at the black mask on his face.
“Today’s Jin Yu is surprisingly polite… said thank you twice.”

The lights switched on automatically as she entered. A robot zipped up, bouncing on its wheels.
“Welcome home, master! Lulu is happy to see you!”

Jin Yu nearly collapsed at the exaggerated, trembling voice.
“Who in the world programmed it with such a terrible voice pack? The tone shakes like Parkinson’s, and the pitch is grating. Is this really how advanced robots have become?”

She realized she didn’t even know what year it was. But the robot itself could answer.

“Lulu, what time is it?”

“Master, today is April 15th, 2050. The time is 10:18 a.m. Beijing Standard Time.”

“So it really is a cyber world… 125 years later.”

“Lulu, I want to shower. Could you prepare some clothes for me?”

Lulu’s screen lit up with a smiling emoji.
“Of course! Lulu is the best housekeeper robot. Please wait a moment!”

Following Lulu into the bedroom, Jin Yu noticed how pristine everything was. While the robot busied itself at the wardrobe, she was drawn to the photo album on the nightstand—a beautiful mother, a frail child that must be her, and a tall man with his face cut out.

“A bizarre family portrait.”

She touched the bedside lamp, finding a recessed switch.
“So the original owner liked touch buttons. Good. Anything too advanced, and I wouldn’t even know how to use it.”

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“Are you thirsty? Water, juice, or milk?”

“Water. Thanks.”

After drinking, Jin Yu asked Lulu to turn off the music. Even so, she lay awake, thoughts tumbling in this strange world, in this stranger’s bed. Only when car horns echoed outside did sleep finally claim her.

When she woke, it was already 5 p.m. Energized, she had Lulu prepare dinner while she locked the bedroom door to check for surveillance cameras—lamp, sockets, toys, ceiling. All clear.

Rummaging through every storage nook, she found only an ID card, the family photo, and a USB drive hidden deep inside, her name engraved on it.
“This must be important.” She carefully put it back.

Dinner turned out to be a Western meal—bacon sandwich, boiled eggs, milk. Jin Yu chuckled helplessly.
“What was I expecting? Four dishes and a soup from a robot?”

After finishing, she wiped her mouth and brought the dishes to the kitchen.

“Allow Lulu to wash up, master. You should get ready to leave.”

Jin Yu’s eyes narrowed. “Is it nearly time for work?”

“Yes, master. You usually leave in ten minutes.”

So she tied her hair into a ponytail, slipped into loose clothes, and, satisfied with her reflection, set out.

Her apartment was only a ten-minute walk from the underground arena. The place was well-equipped, complete with a domestic robot.
“Could a cleaner really afford something like this? Or has the world a century later reached common prosperity? Or… did the Boss arrange it? I’ll have to test the waters sometime.”

Arriving at the arena, she went to look for Xiao Bai—after all, they were friends now.

By 7 p.m., people trickled in, and the bar staff arrived. A stunning woman with fiery red curls and a curvy figure took over the counter. Unfortunately, the moment she spoke, her beauty soured.

“Well, if it isn’t the Boss’s little favorite, Xiao Yu’er. Heh, how could they stick you with this job? Just don’t go crying to the Boss later, saying we bullied you.”

Jin Yu set down her things and stared at her silently.

“What? Angry already? I’m only telling the truth. Why should someone with the Boss’s favor be stuck doing menial chores like us?”

“The Boss and I are only ordinary relatives. Please watch your words.”

“Oh my, ‘please watch your words’? Didn’t expect our little Xiao Yu’er to talk back today. What a rare sight! I heard you even stood up to King Kong yesterday. Didn’t believe it, but now… looks true enough.”

Jin Yu understood—this woman was with King Kong, here to stir trouble.
“What do you want?”

The woman pursed her lips, tone turning serious.
“Not much. You know King Kong. He values his pride. Especially after being snubbed by a little girl like you. Just bow your head, admit you were wrong, and he’ll let it slide. How about it?”

“No.”

Her eyes widened. “What did you say?”

“I said no.”

The woman looked as though she’d heard a fairy tale.
“Do you even know what you’re saying? I’m doing you a favor by mediating. Do you know what happens if you cross King Kong?”

“He’s the one abusing his strength, bullying Xiao Bai. I only stepped in to stop him. He’s in the wrong, not me. If anyone should apologize, it’s King Kong, not me.”

Xiao Bai, eavesdropping, burst out from the shadows.
“Well said, Jin Yu! You’ve got guts! You’re under the Boss’s wing—let’s see who dares touch you!”

He turned to the woman.
“Susan, tell King Kong—if he’s got the guts, come at us. Let’s see who wins.”

Susan’s face darkened.
“Little sister, that’s as much as I can help you. Best beg the Boss to get you out of here, or you’ll regret it.”

Just then, the host stepped onto the ring.
“Tonight’s first match is about to begin! Please welcome our fighters—‘Mighty King Kong’ and ‘Death Strangler’!”

The crowd roared.

King Kong strutted onto the stage, glancing deliberately toward Jin Yu. He dragged a thumb across his neck with a sneer.

Rage flared in Jin Yu’s chest. She pushed her way to the front.

“He’s already made it clear he’s coming for me. A fight between us is inevitable. Why not take this chance to study his techniques? So what if you’re all metal and screws? I, Jin Yu, may not lose to you.”

The bell rang. The fight began evenly, blow for blow. But soon, Death Strangler’s stamina waned. His cheap shots failed, his strength drained. Within half an hour, the outcome was decided.

King Kong planted a boot on the man’s arm, eyes locked on Jin Yu, cruel and savage. His opponent howled in pain, begging for mercy.

“If you dare challenge me,” King Kong sneered, “you pay the price.” Whether the words were meant for Death Strangler or for Jin Yu was unclear.

“Enough!” Jin Yu’s voice rang out. “This is supposed to be a match. Why cripple him? You’re not fighting—you’re indulging your own brutality.”

“This is the rule,” King Kong snorted. “I have the right to claim my prize.”

He lifted his foot. The defeated man scrambled away in terror.

On the stage, King Kong loomed—six foot three, 180 pounds, an oppressive force. Offstage, Jin Yu stood slim and slight, barely five foot six. But her shoulders, spine, and jaw were taut as steel. Everyone watching clenched their fists in silent dread for the reckless girl.

“Wanna bet?” King Kong jeered.

“On what?”

“If you win, I’ll apologize. If I win, you apologize—and swear never to interfere in my fights again.”

Xiao Bai nearly choked, rushing forward.
“Are you insane? You fight King Kong? Do you want to die? I said let him come at us—not for you to throw yourself at him!”

He planted himself in front of her, grinning nervously at King Kong.
“Sorry, she’s not right in the head today. Don’t mind her.”

“Move.”

Xiao Bai’s eyes pleaded. “Jin Yu…”

“I can do this. Trust me.”

“Trust you with what, you idiot? You’ll get killed!”

But somehow, Jin Yu slipped past him. Xiao Bai didn’t even want to know how. All he knew was that if anyone could stop this madness, it was only one man—the Boss.

He bolted upstairs, breathless, spilling the whole story. Dragging the Boss back down with him, he arrived just in time to see Jin Yu lock King Kong in Death Strangler’s signature move—and slam him to the ground.

He went down.

The entire underground arena fell silent, so still that a pin drop would’ve echoed.

Then Jin Yu’s clear, steady voice cut through the hush.

“King Kong, you lost.”