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Irving nodded, his expression calm, but he was inwardly extremely embarrassed.

Seeing Bourne's dark expression, he quickly changed the subject, "What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, you mean Byrne?" Hudson chuckled. "He told me that Asians are no good at this, and bet me that I could only stay in there for ten minutes at most."

"He lost $1000 to me!"

Irving's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the scene before him.

Are Asians not good at this? Which marketing account said that?

It's obvious that the worst in this regard are the white people, okay?

"It seems you still don't understand us Easterners very well."

Irving pointed to the gold watch on his wrist and shook his head regretfully: "All those conclusions about timekeeping for Asians online are wrong."

"The numbers those unscrupulous media outlets counted were all people over 30 years old."

"Hey buddy, after thirty, regardless of race, your stamina declines significantly, okay?"

Irving shrugged and laughed, "That's how terrifying the American media industry is."

"I see, but it seems I'm an exception." Hudson coughed twice.

"I don't believe it." Owen shook his head.

"Hey buddy, if you don't believe me, just ask Bourne. I change female companions twice a day..."

"alright!"

Byrne stood up, coughed heavily twice, and forcefully interrupted the topic, "Now that we've had our fun, it's time to get down to business."

"Serious business?" Irving frowned. "What serious business?"

"Of course it's the boxing match tonight, you bastard!"

Bourne sighed and then pulled a tablet from his backpack and handed it to Irving.

"What is this?" Owen asked.

"Here are the details of your opponent for tonight's boxing match," Byrne said seriously. "Owen, you can take a look and see who you are most confident facing. Once you've decided, Hudson and I will make the arrangements for you."

"You can do that?" Irving said with a laugh. "Am I treated that well? I can even choose my opponent?"

"Of course! You're the future face of our bar, and this is your first appearance in an underground boxing match, so you have to win spectacularly!"

Before Bourne could speak, Hudson, sitting to the side, affirmed.

Irving nodded, his fingers swiping rapidly across the tablet.

Two minutes later, he finished reviewing the information of all the fighters participating in the underground boxing match that night and placed the tablet on the table.

The speed was so fast that Hudson and Bourne, who were sitting to the side, were somewhat surprised.

"Finished reading?" Bourne spread his hands, somewhat uncertain.

"Hmm." Owen nodded, then said, "I've looked at them, and these boxers are all rather average in terms of skill and level. In my opinion, let's not bother with selection and just arrange them one by one."

Bourne: ? ? ? What the heck?

No, who do you think you are? Mike Tyson, the boxing champion?

play?

For a newcomer participating in a boxing match for the first time, winning one game is already considered very strong.

Fighting several matches in a row... Not to mention newcomers, even experienced and skilled veteran boxers wouldn't dare to do that!

"OK!"

Unlike the blank-faced Bourne, Hudson agreed to Irving's decision after seeing his confidence.

This made Bourne's face even more questioning.

Why are you two so confident?

Am I the only one who thinks this approach is utterly absurd?

Bourne paused for a moment, then quickly retrieved the platform from the table and flipped through a few pages.

After confirming that the information he had prepared was correct, he pondered for a few seconds and figured that Hudson and Irving must have been high on marijuana today.

"Alright, that's settled then!"

Just as Bourne was lost in thought, Hudson stood up, gently patted Irving on the shoulder, and encouraged him, "Get some rest this afternoon and prepare for tonight's boxing match."

See you at the bar tonight at 7 PM!

Irving nodded, and after confirming that there was nothing else, he got up and left.

Once he was sure Irving was out of sight, Hudson stood up, ready to leave with Bourne as well.

After paying the bill, he noticed that Byrne was still sitting in the same spot, looking dazed.

"Hey, relax, Bourne, don't be so tense," Hudson said with a smile.

"How could I not be nervous?" Byrne looked up at Hudson, his face full of incomprehension. "Hudson, I've staked most of my fortune on this bar!"

"If something goes wrong at this underground boxing match and it affects the bar's popularity, I'll definitely go bankrupt."

"By then, you can simply go back to Europe and inherit the family business, but what about me?"

"Maybe before long, you'll see me in some shelter in the Winwood arts district..."

"Don't worry, it's impossible." Seeing the worry on Bourne's face, which didn't seem like he was joking, Hudson put his arm around his neck and comforted him.

"Dude, don't be nervous. According to what I know, most of the boxers in tonight's underground boxing match are newcomers. Don't be fooled by the scary names on the rosters; it's all just packaging, just like how we packaged Kyrie Irving."

"Really? You're not kidding me, are you?" Bourne was slightly taken aback, somewhat incredulous.

"Seriously, buddy. If you don't believe me, go ask old Tony to check."

Hudson chuckled, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and said as he smoked, "These rookie boxers are usually forced into the ring because they owe gambling debts. Among them, there are also many illegal immigrants who want to make quick money and obtain legal status."

These people are nothing like Irving. They haven't received any systematic training, let alone basic boxing and fighting skills. They probably don't even have much experience in street fighting.

Just think about our experience searching for fighters all over Miami over the past two months, and you'll know just how difficult it is to find a strong fighter who isn't physically broken.

Those skilled professional boxers, even if they don't compete in professional leagues, can earn a lot of money by doing commentary or coaching.

In this environment, who would want to become an underground boxer, a job with extremely high risks and unstable income?

I already asked Tony. With Irving's skills, he could easily become a top underground boxer, if not dominate the Miami underground scene.

So don't be nervous, Bourne, my good brother!

You'd better be telling the truth.

Although Hudson spoke in a relaxed tone, as if everything was under control, Byrne still dared not let his guard down.

After all, tonight is Irving's first underground boxing match.

As the bar's only contracted boxer, if Owen performs poorly, the bar's previous investment in underground boxing will suffer significant losses.

After much deliberation, Bourne appeared to relax and left with Hudson.

In reality, he secretly contacted a Miami financial tycoon, one of the bar's GG sponsors.

He figured that if the bar's boxing business suffered a major setback, he could at least sell his shares immediately to cut his losses and recoup his losses.