Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

"Let's welcome the heavyweight contender of this competition with screams!"

Dr. Juejue's voice, broadcast through the loudspeaker, resounded throughout the venue, its drawn-out tone piquing everyone's interest.

"Iron Arm - Luca!"

Applause and whistles erupted simultaneously.

Luca walked out of the players' tunnel, smiling and waving to the audience.

He jumped onto the ring and casually swayed his shoulders.

His opponent was a burly man a head taller than him, but Luca took him down in just three moves.

Neat.

Another round of cheers erupted from the audience.

Dr. Digger rushed onto the stage with a microphone in hand, his voice booming.

"Congratulations to Luca! He's won his 27th consecutive kickboxing championship! The title of 'Iron Arm' is truly well-deserved!"

Luca wiped the sweat from his brow, smiled as he accepted the trophy, and bowed to the audience.

Then his gaze shifted towards the edge of the ring.

The club's owner, Scott, sat there, his aged face expressionless.

Luca stepped off the ring and walked toward Scott.

"Boss Scott."

His voice was very low.

"My master sent me here to borrow some manpower from you."

A look of surprise crossed Scott's aged yet shrewd face.

"Oleg wants to borrow some men from me?"

He squinted and looked Luca up and down.

"That's quite a strange thing. What are you trying to do?"

Luca looked around and lowered his voice.

Let's talk about it somewhere else.

Scott looked at him for two seconds, then stood up and walked towards the small room at the back, leaning on his cane.

Luca followed behind him.

The room was small, with a few yellowed photos and posters hanging on the walls. In the most prominent position was a portrait of a young woman holding a little girl, both of them smiling with their eyes crinkling.

Scott sat down in the chair, leaning on his cane.

"Go ahead."

Luca took a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened in the past few days, including what Bronya had said.

Scott remained silent for a long time.

He stared at the portrait on the wall, lost in thought.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the noise from the audience outside the walls.

"Luca."

He finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

"You are my cash cow. I will try my best to fulfill any request you may have."

He paused.

“But I don’t care whether the upper and lower levels are sealed off. I only care about the money.”

His gaze shifted from the portrait to Luca's face.

"Helping that so-called next High Guardian is a thankless and exhausting task. Have you Earthfire forgotten how the current High Guardian lied to us?"

Luca frowned.

“Mr. Scott, Miss Bronya is different. She…”

"She's different?"

Scott scoffed, interrupting him.

"Which Great Guardian is different?"

Luca opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Scott waved his hand, his tone impatient.

"I can only send you three people at most. The others have to keep playing for me. If the competition stops, I won't be able to make any money."

“Boss Scott,”

"Luca."

Scott's voice suddenly turned somber, and a cold glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"I welcome you to come and box. But if it affects my business, I'm not afraid of your fire."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Dr. Digger, please see Luca out for me."

Footsteps sounded at the door. Dr. Digger was already standing there, a professional smile on his face, gesturing for people to enter.

Luca wanted to say something, but looking at Scott's face which was full of "no room for negotiation," he could only sigh in the end.

"Sorry to bother you."

He turned and walked out of the room.

After Dr. Digger saw Luca off, he returned to his room and looked at Scott.

"Boss, it's rare for Di Huo to come to us asking for a favor, are we just going to refuse him like this?"

Scott did not answer.

He sat in the chair, his gaze fixed on the portrait on the wall, looking at it for a long time.

The woman in the portrait smiled gently, and the little girl in her arms had two braids and was holding a small sword made of scrap iron.

Those were his wife and daughters, Alessia and Beatrice.

That happened many years ago.

So long that he could barely remember their voices anymore.

"They are all a bunch of crazy people who can't see reality."

His voice was low, as if he were talking to himself.

“I’m different. I only care about money.”

Dr. Digger shrugged and left the room.

The door had just closed when it was slammed open again.

A small figure burst in without warning, its eyes shining like two stars.

"Uncle Scott!"

Hooker's voice was crisp and bright, and it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

"Do you have any smaller boxing gloves? Hook wants to practice boxing with Julian! I want to be as strong as Luca as soon as possible!"

Scott's lips twitched.

He looked at the dirty little girl, remained silent for two seconds, then stood up with his cane, walked to the combination lock box next to him, and entered the password: 0213.

This is his daughter's birthday.

He pulled out a few pairs of small gloves and handed them over.

"You little troublemaker, be careful not to fall."

Hook chuckled, took the gloves, and hugged them to his chest.

"Thank you, Uncle Scott!"

She turned to run, but then suddenly stopped and looked back.

"Uncle Scott, are you unhappy?"

Scott was taken aback.

"No."

“You’re lying,” Hook tilted his head and looked at him. “Whenever you’re unhappy, you stare at your aunt’s and sister’s paintings.”

Scott remained silent.

Hook stood there, holding his gloves, looking up at him with his little face.

Hook thought for a moment, then suddenly ran back, pulled out the smallest one from his gloves, and stuffed it into Scott's hand.