The Winner Takes Everything
George Murka

While George will be the most annoyed person because of it.

Bang out!

In the presidential suite room of the Tyson Hotel, George smashed the vase to pieces with one punch.

TV was on and broadcast the evening news in Shantytown West about the construction of a transformation project.

"Damn! Goddamnit!"

George glared furiously.

He didn't care about his bloody right fist being scratched by the sharp vase of flowers, "Jack, motherfucker! You suddenly get Aiden's help! MD and Aiden would never have helped a bastard like you if it wasn't for the Hughes family!"

He had calculated and planned everything in detail, but he still missed Aiden in the end.

He thought he would play Jack to death easily by spending some money.

He never imagined that Jack would use any other means to defeat him.

Ever since George was young, he had received the best education.

He is beaten up by Jack, whom he regards as "an illegitimate child"

It was a deep disgrace for him!

Aib is very deep!

Just when George exploded with rage.

Brent takes Jack to an underground boxing ring in town.

The place was dark with a bright light in the middle, and a deafening rumbling sound filled the entire scene.

The scene made Jack feel very surprised.

While in an iron cage in the middle of the scene, there was a cruel fight.

"Brent, how did you find such a place?" Jack looked at Brent strangely.

To be honest, if Brent doesn't take her there...

With his social circle, he would not get involved with such a place.

Brent stood with his tall body. In such a dark place, he gave people formless oppression.

He smiled indifferently, "Young Master, I walked on a dark path. I'm very sharp so I know these things."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Jack did not understand.

Dong ding!

Just as Jack finished his words, the battle in the cage ended.

One of those whose face was full of blood was punched into an iron cage.

His facial skin rubbed the iron cage before it fell to the ground, no one knew whether he was still alive or not.

Bam!

All the spectators were shouting loudly.

Jack looked at it

Suddenly.

Brent pushed Jack from behind, "Young Master, you do the next round!"

"My turn?"

Jack flinched and looked at the terrifying scene inside the iron cage with a serious look.

He is desperate to beat George, while he asks Brent to train him in the strictest way possible.

But if he was actually asked to go on stage to play dirty, it would not make sense if he did not panic.

He heard Brent's voice behind him.

"Master, actual fighting skills have all improved greatly in actual combat. If you want to compete with George in a month, there's not enough rigorous training."

Jack's eyebrows are outstretched and he looks very firm.

Indeed, George had an elite education in the Hughes family since he was a child. Although slightly underestimated, it is undeniable that George was raised with an elite education. So, his overall quality was indeed better than her.

Since childhood, George has received the most elite physical training. In fact he never doubted that Hughes would set up a real fight between them.

If you only rely on rigorous physical exercise, especially a month, a year will not be enough.

There is a world difference. When working hard is not enough, you have to choose the most dangerous way.

jack said with determination.

The cheers in the boxing ring continued for a long time before slowly subsiding.

The most exciting thing about underground boxing matches is the bloody violence, even fatal injuries get people excited.

It's like the ancient Colosseum. After entering the arena, for the spectators, life was meaningless. It was left with the ultimate bloody violence.

Of course, the reason why it became a hit was because every underground boxing match definitely had a gambling stall.

The list will be announced after each round of iron cage duels. Then a new round of fighting will begin.

The odds were also determined based on the strength of both sides in the duel.

When a large electronic screen displays the list of the next matches.

There was a frenzy in the darkness, and it suddenly became silent.

Everyone stared at the screen in disbelief.

Jack vs Lone Wolf

"Jack?"

Jack saw his own name and could not help but laugh.

Was it too relaxed when Brent signed up for her?

However, after seeing the opportunity below, he could not laugh anymore.

The odds are 1 to 10

Opponent "Lone Wolf" is 1 in 3!

In addition, there was a long series of descriptions of the notes in his name. The most stunning is a record of eight wins, one draw and one defeat in ten games.

And nothing was written under Jack's name.

The enormous gap and the record description clearly had made this duel untenable.

Even as a person who had only first participated in underground boxing, he could understand.

Not to mention the old hands that had already imagined the match.

Waw!

It exploded into an uproar.

"Beginner? Is that a beginner?"

"That's definitely a newcomer, look at odds of 1 to 10. He doesn't even have a record, and you're up against Lone Wolf. The newbie is dead meat."

"Haha... I will definitely be watching Lone Wolf's personal death show soon, and that novice will definitely be killed by Lone Wolf in the cage."

....

Clangs!

Accompanied by a clear and loud bell.

Betting commences.

No fools, duels have no tension. Although Lone Wolf's chances were very low, it seemed to be a stable win. Bets on Lone Wolf accounted for nearly 90%.

Bet the remaining 10% on Jacks with the mentality of gambling. Chances of 1 to 10 are very tempting. Moreover, it is not uncommon for a beginner to win. Although it was very low, it had actually happened before.

"Masters"

Brent hands Jack a white mask.

He nodded and put it on.

He had come here to gain true battle experience. It would be better not to expose himself.

With the announcement of the referee outside the iron cage.

Jack took a deep breath, walking out of the darkness under the cheers of the audience. Then he walked into the iron cage under the dazzling light.

Just then, the referee announced that Lone Wolf was coming in. More fanatical screams sounded from the audience.

Jack saw a naked man in thin form, exposing his bronze muscles and slowly entering into an iron cage.

His appearance was ordinary, though slightly thin, but his eyes were as sharp as wolves. At the corner of his right eye, a centipede-shaped scar extended toward his temple.

Jack made eye contact with Lone Wolf, and it gave him goosebumps.

Heart rate can not help but speed up.