Pigs Are Worse Than Dogs Part 1

Two days later. Zhang Jue entered the colossal arena alone.

The arena was packed with people who had made the trip for the same fight – Mei Province newly promoted boxing champion Hudson versus Chinese National Boxer Fang Tianlong. The fight hadn't started yet, but the crowd was already excited. Hudson's father, Chris, had defeated former Chinese National Boxer Chen Xiao 20 years ago.

As a direct result, Chen Xiao retired from the martial arts scene and has since disappeared from the scene. Chen Xiao's nephew, Fang Tianlong, is in the limelight. He had just defeated European champion Gibson last month, a heavyweight (86kg+) champion, weighing more than 40 pounds more than Fang Tianlong.

Fang Tianlong was trained by Chen Xiao's senior brother Hua Fengshan and had a remarkable hand of Bajiquan. He has formed his unique boxing style by incorporating Chen's Taiji form of Yi based on his own understanding of Bajiquan. Although Hudson is a new champion, he had lost to Gibson in previous matches. When comparing the two, Fang Tianlong was the one who had the higher ground here.

Fang Tianlong's match was called a revenge fight, so he had support from the Easterners. Zhang Jue looked up and found that half of them were Chinese people. Zhang Jue answered the question to get a complimentary ticket and was located in the outermost part of the grandstand near the entrance, as bad as it could be. If he didn't have good eyes, he might not even be able to see the big screen.

Because the organizers of the pre-game campaign were full because the match was anticipated, the people who came to watch the game were a lot. Among them were some bigwigs from the political and business worlds.

Zhang Jue saw a lot of people surrounded by bodyguards as they entered, some of whom he had seen on TV or social media.

He held the entrance ticket in his hand and carefully studied the words on it. The font was wild; obviously, it came from a man's handwriting, perhaps the same person as the one who called him. As for that person's purpose, it was probably to get him to come and watch this game.

He had investigated it before, and this arena had just enough room for several thousand spectators. According to Zhang Jue's temperament, he would certainly not normally act easily on other people's ideas. But whether that mysterious man was friendly or not was unknown, but he should not be an enemy.

He seemed to know something inside, and it was not clear if Zhang Jue could be trusted. Of course, trust here is referred to two aspects.

One was Zhang Jue's position, and the second was Zhang Jue's ability. He was bowing his head in thought when he suddenly heard someone call him. "Advisor Zhang?"

Zhang Jue lifted his head and saw an oriental face. Something looked familiar, but he couldn't recall where he'd seen it before.

"And, you are?"

"Advisor Zhang, it's really you. I'm Du Jingtian, and oh, I'm Mr. Lei Shan's secretary."

Lei Shan's secretary? The secretary of the O5 Council Secretary?

Zhang Jue then remembered that after the Site-14 Infiltration incident, the Foundation headquarters sent Lei Shan to Jianghai City to commend him and Yang Xue, and one of his entourage was this Du Jingtian. At that time, Lei Shan's external identity was the Chinese Regional President of the multinational company Sirui Group.

Du Jingtian, as Lei Shan's secretary, must also be a member of the Foundation. At that time, he and Lei Shan cooperated quite happily, so Du Jingtian would recognize Zhang Jue at a glance. As a high-ranking member of a multinational group, it was not surprising that he could buy tickets for this game.

"Advisor Zhang, you came to see the match as well?" Du Jingtian asked.

"Mm, yeah." Zhang Jue nodded, "Just a hobby."

Du Jingtian unobtrusively glanced at Zhang Jue's location and laughed, "I didn't expect Advisor Zhang to be so widely involved. I'm just an amateur who came over to see what all the fuss was about." He pointed to the VIP seat in front of him, "If you don't mind, let's sit together, and maybe we can continue our talk there?"

Those who could work beside Leshan were delicate-minded, eight-sided people. He could see that Zhang Jue's seat was not good but did not explicitly say, taking a turn and asking Zhang Jue if he wanted to go with him to a place with a better view in front.

But Zhang Jue had other things on his mind; he hadn't come simply to watch the game, so he simply shook his head. "Secretary Du, I appreciate the kindness. But I have something to do later and may have to leave the stadium midgame. So, it's more convenient to sit here."

"So that's how it is, that's a pity." Du Jingtian laughed, "I'll go first then. If Advisor Zhang needs anything, just give me a call in the front."

Zhang Jue nodded his head. After the two men separated, Zhang Jue resumed walking to his seat. He saw Du Jingtian say something to the staff member accompanying him and nod back to him before leaving.

A waiter soon approached Zhang Jue and asked if he needed to move to the VIP seats, which were close to the stage and had drinks and food. Even though Zhang Jue had turned down Du Jingtian's offer, he had still been offered by the organizers. He was afraid that Zhang Jue liked to be alone, so he invited him in another way. I had to admit that Lei Shan really had a knack for coaching his men.

Zhang Jue declined the invitation again, but he asked for a Coca-Cola and a bucket of popcorn this time. It wasn't a mature social performance to always refuse someone's kindness.

Once the Coca-Cola was given, Zhang Jue felt like peeing. It was still early for the show to start, so he got up and prepared to go to the bathroom. The arena was huge, so he followed the signs all the way to the toilets, whistled, and was about to relief. The sound of a phone call suddenly came from inside one of the bathroom stalls.

The man had deliberately lowered his voice, and Zhang Jue was not in the habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations. Still, the other man spoke in Chinese and mentioned a name that interested Zhang Jue in his words, so Zhang Jue focused on him and listened to what he had to say.

"Eh, you guys take it easy. I'm not raising the price on the fly. Business is always negotiated. Only when you're willing to buy it, right?"

"I know you guys are charging less, and I'm not backing down. I can guarantee you."

"Yes, as long as you guys add another five million. I guarantee that Fang Tianlong won't be able to go in the third round."

"Ah, I am very honest. Twenty years ago, we worked together once. Remember Chen Xiao? He fell into my hands."

"Good, then it's a deal. As soon as I receive the bank's deposit information, we have made a deal."

The man was so pleased with himself that he swaggered out of the toilet cubicle after flushing. In a matter of minutes, he had made an additional five million dollars. What could be more enjoyable than that?

He washed his hands while proudly humming about the good old days. Suddenly he felt a chill on his back, and he instinctively looked up. A young man with an Asian face looked at him with a leathery smile in the mirror.

"Who are you?" He asked warily.

He saw the young man with a sinister smile. While rubbing his wrist, he said, "Moxie, Oh Moxie, gave birth to this unholy child to your land, to your whole family land. A land destined to death!"