Shadow Empire

Chapter 493: Hand over [666+22]
Ethan was also taken to the hospital after the game with a fractured jaw.

The doctor held the X-ray film that had just been taken and looked at it on the white light board for a while, and pointed out the fracture site with his hand.

"It's not a big deal, just a fractured bone. I heard he's a boxer?" The doctor put the X-ray aside.

The coach nodded, "Yes, we just finished a game, and this game caused all this."

“Will it affect his future career as an athlete?”

The coach had heard of people having their jaws broken, but had never actually encountered one, and he was also panicked.

Ethan's physical fitness once again proved to him that as long as he could continue to grow, he would definitely become the new boxing champion of the Federation!

The doctor smiled and calmed him down. "I think there is no problem. The bone fracture is not serious. However, it is best not to participate in any competitions in the short term, or try to avoid impacts to the mandible as much as possible."

"In a sense, such a minor bone fracture is good for his sports career!"

The doctor looked at the confused coach and the people around him, and briefly explained the process of bone reconstruction after injury.

It also emphasizes that the bone of injured and healed bones will be harder and more reliable.

Everyone was relieved to hear that it would not affect Ethan's career.

As they were talking, a young captain came in from outside carrying a bag.

Lance glanced and left the room.

"This was found in the trash can in the passage. They must have thrown it away."

Lance opened the bag and saw a pair of hands bound with dry bandages.

He ordered a bit of filling.

Just at this moment, the coach in the room also came out and Lance handed the bag over.

The coach knew Lance and was still a little in awe of him. He didn't quite understand, but still took it and took a look.

Just one glance and his blood pressure suddenly rose and his face turned red!
"Fuck! These sons of bitches are actually playing dirty tricks!"

He took out the two plaster gloves that now looked like a ball, swearing non-stop!

"They all said Logan was dirty, but they never found any evidence that he cheated. Turns out it's here!"

The coach looked at Lance, "Mr. Lance, what are you going to do?"

The coach is not a "simple" person, or it can be said that people in this line of work cannot be simple people. He has also come into contact with many gangsters, otherwise he would not have been chosen by Lance.

Gangs also need boxers when they bet on boxing or fight underground boxing matches.

These boxers are definitely their own people, but they also need professional coaches and skills, so coaches often provide training guidance to local gangs or some underground boxers.

He once thought about becoming a boxing champion, but his talent limited his performance, so that he still has not won a championship in any level!

Now he placed all his hopes on Ethan. Although he could not become a boxing champion, he could become a boxing champion's coach, which was also an extraordinary honor!

Whoever wants to destroy his dream is his mortal enemy!

He knew that gangs have their own methods, and these people violated the rules first!

Lance nodded, "They'll pay."

The coach felt a sense of extraordinary power from the straightforward statement. He nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, Ethan is my brother too."

Lance's men quickly took action. Logan was seriously injured and needed to stay in bed for a while after suffering a concussion. He was also hit hard in the chin, so he also needed to undergo a full set of examinations and be hospitalized.

They left earlier than Ethan, so they finished the examination earlier.

The coach was talking to him about some subsequent developments by the bed, and Logan was obviously absent-minded.

"Hey, kid, listen to me."

"Losing to those monsters isn't your problem. They're monsters. Monsters. Got it?"

"Even if the boxing champion comes and gets hit by your punch, he will fall down. But look at him, he can recover so quickly. This is not your problem!"

Logan moved his lips. He cheated but still couldn't win, so whose fault could it be?

But what the coach said makes sense. Most people can't withstand such a heavy punch. It's really a monster.

"Your skills can still be improved. I have made a few plans..."

While he was speaking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and some people wearing windbreakers and red armbands on their left arms walked in.

The coach stood up immediately and looked at these people seriously, "Did you walk into the wrong room?"

He could feel that these people were not easy to deal with.

A young man walked in from the door. His eyes fell on the two men. Finally, he grinned and said, "Mr. Lance wants to see you!"

Ten minutes later, the two met Lance in his office.

Both the coach and Logan were very cooperative and low-key. They knew they were facing a gang and knew how to deal with them.

If both sides fought fairly in the ring, then they would not be afraid of these people, but these people were not boxers and would not follow the rules with them. They would only take out their pistols and shoot at them when necessary, so they cooperated very well.

Lance looked at the two men, then took out the two stiff bandaged gloves and placed them on the table.

When they saw this thing, their faces changed, with some surprise, some regret, and some fear. "Ethan is my brother."

"He always wanted to find his strengths and do something for us."

"He's tall, he's strong, he's powerful, and he's found his niche and his future in boxing."

"He trained hard and made every tactical arrangement according to the coach's requirements. He even trained self-disciplinedly the night before the game to prepare for today's game."

Lance drummed his fingers on the table. "But you used despicable and vulgar means to insult his seriousness!"

"You are not worthy to compete with him in the ring. You are like two clowns. You make me feel sick!"

"Break their legs and throw them out."

Lance leaned back, sealing their fate, and Logan just paled and said nothing.

His mind once again flashed back to the moment when his fist landed on Ethan's chin, and the muscles on his face were stacked and squeezed in the direction of the force, causing his eyes to narrow into a slit, and the spirit and light that shone out from inside!
That light made him feel ashamed and embarrassed!
He deserves it!

Maybe he really isn't cut out for boxing, he's just a clown.

He appointed, but the coach didn’t, “Wait, wait!”

"This is not our problem. Someone paid Logan to snipe Ethan. They said that as long as we can defeat Ethan, no matter what means we use, they will give us money!"

Lance raised his hand, and the people around him stopped their actions temporarily.

"who is it?"

"A man named Eugene, introduced by a friend. I'm not familiar with him!"

Erwin walked up to Lance and whispered, "There's a guy named Eugene with Stone."

“They have a motive to do so.”

Lance nodded and waved again, and two young men with bats approached them.

The moment a hand was placed on the coach's shoulder, he turned around and threw a punch, but his fist stopped when it was still ten centimeters away from the cheek of the man behind him.

A gun was pressed against his head.

He slowly raised his hands, his face pale, "I can compensate you with money, name your price."

"Iron Fist" Logan has also made a lot of money through "sniping" over the years.

As long as Logan's legs are saved, the losses can be recovered sooner or later.

Once Logan becomes lame, there will be nothing left.

Lance looked at him and said seriously, "Dreams are priceless!"

There was the sound of breaking bones and two screams coming from the room, and a moment later they were thrown onto the road.

Passersby looked at them with curiosity, and someone called the police for them. This was the last time they appeared in public.

"Eugene."

Lance repeated the name as he sat in his chair.

“How much did we win from them?”

Erwin briefly recalled, "So many games add up to about 700,000 or 800,000."

"How are you going to handle this?"

Lance picked up the phone directly, "How to deal with it?"

"Of course I'm going to ask Bandy for the person. There's no reason for us to reserve our opinion on what he did. If he dares to do it, I dare to ask for it!"

The call was quickly connected, "This is Bandy."

"Bendy, it's me, Lance."

Bandy had a headache when he heard the name. He had heard this name from many people recently. It seemed that the Bay Area now had some inexplicable opinions about Lance.

He knew that those people mentioned this matter to him vaguely in the hope that he could "perform" something.

But he is not a fool. He will not act rashly before he has figured out these things.

"Hello, Lance. It's been a while. How are you doing?"

As soon as he changed his mind, Bendy's hypocritical words came out. He and Lance were not friendly at all. It was good enough that he didn't slam the table!
Lance didn't bother to be polite with him, "There's a man named Eugene around Stone. He's in trouble. Leave him to me."

Bendy frowned, "I don't know if this person is with him, and I don't know what happened."

Lance simply explained the situation, which really made Bendy feel a little troubled.

The casino business is like this, if you don’t do it, someone else will soon do it, so even if you know you will lose money if you open the market, you still have to open it.

It is to ensure that the market is always occupied by ourselves.

There is nothing wrong with using some means, but it is wrong if you are caught!

"I'll check the situation from my side. I'll get back to you as soon as I have any new information..."

(End of this chapter)