In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

At the same time, Sarah's butler, leaning on his cane, walked to the door of a magnificent private room, which was decorated with a scale relief carved in obsidian and was about three meters high.

This is the place where underground boxing matches are orchestrated.

Without him saying a word, the security guard in a suit obediently pushed open the door.

"Thanks"

The butler walked in with his head held high, as if praising a dog, while the security guard wore a fawning smile.

The decoration here is extremely luxurious; the ceiling and floor tiles are all made of milky white stone, and the butler knows that this is the same material used inside Buckingham Palace.

On the pristine white walls were various nude photos of female celebrities framed in fine white crystal, including Marilyn Monroe, Cristiano Ronaldo, and even a black and white photograph of a young Audrey Hepburn holding her breasts and looking glazed over.

If it gets in the news from the outside media, it'll definitely be trending on social media.

"Haha, it's an honor for Mr. Matthew to come here!"

As they were talking, a middle-aged man with a well-groomed beard and a tailored white suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, came out to greet them, exuding an air of British elegance.

He reached out his hands to shake hands with him, but the butler ignored him and sat down on the massage sofa.

The middle-aged man's eyes didn't even flicker; he naturally withdrew his hand, preparing to enter, but was stopped.

"Take off your shoes before you come over."

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then obediently untied his shoelaces, took off his shoes, and even threw away his socks before walking over barefoot.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, Matthew spoke first.

"Jackson, stop your nonsense. Miss Sarah is unhappy with your level of control!"

The tip of the walking stick struck the ground lightly.

Despite hearing the seemingly casual words, Jackson turned ashen-faced and approached with a stooped posture, almost kneeling, only to be stopped by the butler who raised a cane.

"I'm sorry, I've hired a large number of technicians to lock the phones of all the audience members from yesterday to ensure that not a single piece of information has been leaked."

"So, what about today?"

"I swear in the name of God that everyone's cell phones were confiscated before they entered, and I guarantee that their personal accounts will be monitored 24 hours a day. If anyone dares to spread false information, the hackers will completely wipe their accounts." Jackson dared not show the slightest abnormal expression, and his tone was extremely respectful.

"Very well, Jackson, you should reorganize your arena again."

Matthew tapped the mural on the wall, then stood up. He glanced at the Omega Speedmaster on Jackson's wrist and smiled.

"It's time to get a new watch. Do you want to be the underground president of America?"

"Yes, I'll change it right away." Jackson hurriedly unbuckled his watch strap and tossed it into the trash can.

"Well, consider this a small compensation. Remember to let me know once everything is sorted out; Miss really enjoys watching the show."

After saying that, Matthew patted Jackson on the shoulder with a watch with a black strap, then turned and left the box.

Jackson took one look at it and his eyelids twitched wildly. An Omega OT3980! Wasn't this just pure fantasy?!

……

Quess pushed open the door and walked in, leaving behind a thick wad of US dollars. Li Xiao counted it carefully and raised an eyebrow.

That's a whopping $50,000!

Didn't Quese say that the stakes this time were much lower than last time? How come there's still so much money?

"I don't understand why you keep your face covered." Quese creaked as he sat on the sofa. "Some people really want to see what you look like."

Bruce, pale-faced, walked out from the side. "I'll go upstairs and warm up the car first. You guys talk. Excuse me, but showing your face won't do Connor any good."

When Johnny's brains splattered out, his mind went blank, and he almost vomited on the stands. He only felt a little better after he finished yelling in the bathroom.

Quesser glanced sideways at Bruce's departing figure. If this kid weren't Connor's good friend, he would have already pulled out his gun and shot him.

Who dares to interrupt Queser's speech?

"Alright, you don't need to come over for the next couple of days. The venue needs to be reorganized." Quese looked away and glanced at Li Xiao with a complicated expression. Li Xiao frowned and nodded.

"Okay, remember to call me when there are any more events."

After saying this, Li Xiao prepared to go upstairs and leave, but Quesai reached out and blocked his way.

"What, is there something else?" Li Xiao stopped in his tracks.

"Is Conor any preparation for entering the formal fighting arena?" Quese hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered his hand. "Of course, you have to follow the rules of boxing. You can't use your weird, 'disruptive' fighting style. Otherwise, you won't be wearing a hood and mask to disguise yourself on TV."

Queser sighed inwardly. To be honest, he really didn't want Li Xiao to leave. With such an outstanding fighter, he might be able to take over the branches in other cities. Anyway, his father only needed to collect money and keep the territory in his own hands. As for the internal strife, he always enjoyed watching it.

However, the warnings from certain individuals were still ringing in his ears, and he had no choice but to comply. After all, in the eyes of these big shots, his small branch of the crippled gang was no different from a stray dog ​​on the street, and could be easily killed.

What's going on? A movie plot involving millions of pounds has become a reality?

Li Xiao felt baffled. Quesai was not the kind of person who considered the long term. The normal thing to do would be to tie him down and make him his top boxer, not to try to persuade him to turn over a new leaf. This matter was suspicious.

However, Li Xiao did not make any absolute statements.

"I do have that plan, but I probably won't go right now," Li Xiao said, spreading his hands. "School starts in a couple of days, and I can't just neglect my studies and spend all my time training."

"Yes, you need to study," Queser nodded. "At least you'll have knowledge in your head and won't become a stupid idiot who can't even do basic arithmetic. To be honest, those elites in Silicon Valley make a lot of money. We street urchins can't even match the profits from developing AI software. Okay, I'm not going to complain anymore. I hope you graduate smoothly. Good luck, young man." Queser patted Li Xiao on the shoulder.

Li Xiao nodded, then went upstairs and walked to the top of the stairs. The members of the Lame Gang seemed to have disappeared.

Li Xiao found a secluded spot, pried open the floor tiles, and stuffed the human-shaped necklace bracelet inside.

He then walked toward where Bruce had parked, and soon the roaring Brabus came into view, its door opening from the inside.

Li Xiao got into the passenger seat and immediately took out $1000 from his pocket and put it on Bruce.

"I can't accept this," Bruce said without even blinking, pushing the money back. "I'll earn the money for the weapons myself; that's my promise to myself."

"Don't overthink it, consider it your fuel fare." Li Xiao buckled his seatbelt. "Thank you for coming with me tonight, and please don't refuse as a friend."

Bruce was about to delay when Li Xiao stuffed the needle into his collar without warning.