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Osbert Hoffman, who was also known as Boxing Tyrant, did not know that Boxing King himself had come to the
gym, so he thought that the crowd were there for him.
The plump security guard then awkwardly explained in a quiet voice, “A-Actually, your competition today has been
canceled. Maybe Mr. Fleming hasn't gotten the chance to tell you about it yet.”
What?
Osbert instantly flew into a rage. “Why is my competition canceled? Are you telling me that these people aren't
here for me?”
Realizing that Osbert was getting angrier and angrier every second, the thin security guard quickly explained,
“Mister, please don't get mad. To be honest, it's because Mr. Fleming has invited Boxing King to our gym, and
Boxing King is about to go up against someone. Boxing King is going to be in the spotlight today, so...”
What? Boxing King?
Osbert was flabbergasted. “Who's the one Boxing King is going up against?”
The thin security guard hastily replied, “I heard that his opponent is a young man. Even Gawain Cabral lost to him in
a few strikes. He's a rather powerful guy.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOsbert scoffed, “Hmph. Gawain keeps embarrassing me. He can't even deal with a young man. Well then, leave the
man who Gawain can't deal with to me. My master has no need to fight against someone like him.”
What? What does he mean?
Everyone was dumbfounded by his words as they stared at Osbert.
“Mr. Boxing Tyrant, what do you mean? What do you mean by your master...”
A prideful look appeared on Osbert's face. “You don't know about this, so I'm going to enlighten you. Mr. Boxing
King is actually my master! Mr. Boxing King is the one who personally taught me all I know about boxing.”
What?
The crowd grew even more surprised.
To them, Boxing King was akin to a god.
They were certain that they would never get the chance to interact with him.
Yet, the boxer right by their side, Osbert, was Boxing King's apprentice. He was the one who had learned his boxing
skills from Boxing King himself.
Boxing Tyrant's history stunned the people for a long time.
After sweeping his gaze across the crowd, Osbert said, “I'm sorry to inform you all, but you might not see Mr.
Boxing King's match today. It's because his opponent is going to die in my hands today.”
With that said, Osbert strode into the gym.
At the same time, a wave of disappointment washed over the crowd.
They were all hoping that Osbert would not win against his opponent. Otherwise, they would not get a chance to
witness an eye-opening match.
After all, Boxing King's match was a rare sight to witness. Once they miss this opportunity, it was unlikely that they
would ever get another chance to witness Boxing King's match.
As they had nothing else to do, someone suggested making bets on whether Boxing King or Zeke would win.
The others agreed with the idea.
Hence, they began making bets on the spot.
Unsurprisingly, everyone placed their bets on Boxing King.
To them, Boxing King was a legendary fighter who would never lose.
In the meantime, Zeke had arrived at his destination with Amelia in his arms.
When he spotted the crowd by the doorway from afar, Zeke chuckled.
He never thought that a small-scale boxing match would stir up such a big commotion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce he came closer to the building and realized what was actually going on, a displeased look instantly appeared
on his face.
I never thought they would make a bet. Moreover, everyone's putting their bets on Boxing King; no one's putting
their bets on me.
Zeke could not help but feel curious about how influential Boxing King was in that place. He wondered how great his
reputation was to have everyone putting their bets on him.
Just as Zeke was about to put a bet on himself, a charismatic woman at the side abruptly shouted, “A hundred
thousand bet on Zeke!”
With that said, she tossed ten stacks of cash on the table.
Another commotion broke out among the crowd at her action.
The mocking voices then began.
“Here I was, wondering who it is, and it turns out to be Ms. Sasha Silvester. You're generous with your money, Ms.
Silvester.”
“Haha! Ms. Silvester, did you need to find a way to part with your money? Why don't you place a bet on me rather
than placing a bet on Zeke?”
“That's right. Putting a bet on Zeke is equivalent to flushing your money down the drain. I'd say it's best if you
change your bet to Mr. Boxing King instead.”
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