Playing Underground Boxing Part 3

Although not astronomical, a few hundred thousand dollars, for ordinary people, is quite a lot. When the Site-14 infiltration occurred, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue thwarted the enemy's plot to stop the nuclear bomb from exploding indirectly. The Foundation only rewarded them with 5 million Yuan each.

After Zhang Jue mistakenly donated it, he was still holding a grudge over the incident until now. But on this night, he didn't hesitate to bet all his chips on a player who was bound to lose. I can only say that Zhang Jue is a person who has always done things out of the box.

There are some things that you think are important but, in his opinion, are worthless. There are things that you don't think are important, but he'll fight for every penny.

Stevenson was so shocked by Zhang Jue that he couldn't speak, thinking to himself that this Advisor Zhang is really not an ordinary person. The last round was quite a scorcher, as the two players battled for half an hour, and both fell to the ground.

The player that Zhang Jue had bet on went down first for a second and regrettably lost. He also lost all his money, as expected. Stevenson saw that Zhang Jue was surprisingly relieved. It was as if he had to lose the money. If you knew that, you should not have bet in the first place. But of course, he couldn't say that out loud.

He just felt that this young Asian man there is a unique sense of mystery. For every word he said, everything he did couldn't be guessed or explained with words, just like now.

After the last boxing match, the audience began to leave the place. However, Zhang Jue pulled him along and sat in his seat, seemingly waiting for something. Stevenson had the good sense not to ask.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, when the crowd had all left, the waiter reappeared in front of them.

"Gentlemen, our boss invited both of you."

The Boss invited us? Stevenson glanced at Zhang Jue in surprise.

It was clearly his first time here, and he had shown him the way. Since when did Advisor Zhang know the Boss here?

Thinking about Zhang Jue's strange behavior earlier, Stevenson suddenly realized. Advisor Zhang Jue was using the hundreds of thousands of dollars as a door knocker. Winning seven games in a row, only to lose the last one.

His purpose for coming here tonight was not to watch the fights, not to win money, but for the sole purpose of meeting the owner of the place.

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue's back. He knew why he was able to become an Advisor of the Foundation at such a young age. Knowledge, guts, and confidence seemed like a tricky ways to get ahead. It took a little bit of luck for that Boss to be able to see his intentions and agree to meet him. But Stevenson does not doubt that even if the Boss does not want to see him, Advisor Zhang must have a backup plan.

The two followed the waiter all the way down to the fourth basement floor. Stevenson had been here quite a few times, but it was the first time he knew that there was a hidden floor here. The waiter knocked on the door outside a room and then let the two of them in.

Zhang Jue and Stevenson entered the huge room. A white man in his forties or fifties sat slumped in a chair, resting his legs on the desk in front of him, a cigar in his mouth. Behind him stood a tall man, topless, more like a boxer than his bodyguard.

Seeing Zhang Jue and Stevenson enter the room, he took a puff on his cigar. "You're the ones who wanted to see me?"

Stevenson looked over, and, not surprisingly, the one in front of him should be the king of the underground here. He was a Foundation agent, usually hidden in the crowd, and he was a little uncomfortable being exposed to others' views like this.

The main thing is that the boss' aura is very strong. Probably accustomed to doing for the higher-ups, speak with its own authority.

Stevenson stole a glance at Zhang Jue, only to see the young advisor sniffing and laughing, "Boss, this cigarette of yours is not fake, right?"

The Boss obviously didn't expect such a response to his first question. He coughed a few times and looked at Zhang Jue with cold eyes, "Kid, you didn't win a few games by mistake and ended up losing them all, did you?"

He was sitting while Zhang Jue and Stevenson were standing. He completely overpowered them in terms of aura. But who was Zhang Jue? He looked around, and under Stevenson's astonished gaze, he moved a chair from the corner, placed it in the center of the room, and sat across it.

In this way, he stared face to face with that Boss.

In response to the question posed by that Boss, Zhang Jue shrugged, "Boss, as far as that boxer you presented on, they don't play fake matches. It's not really of a big deal. If I can predict ten times, it wouldn't be much effort if I can predict correctly eleven times, right?"

"Pfft." Hearing Zhang Jue's funny comment, Stevenson couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was professionally trained and would not normally laugh unless he couldn't help it.

That Boss didn't think it was a good joke, and he narrowed his eyes, "Kid, you didn't come to me just to take a joke about your life, did you?"

"Of course not." Zhang Jue said, "I just have a question I want to ask, I'll leave after asking. Didn't plan to stay here."

The Boss exhaled a smoke ring, "I don't care about hundreds of thousands of dollars, just to ask a question. Am I stupid, or are you stupid?"

Zhang Jue laughed, "That is just one of the ways I show my sincerity."

When Zhang Jue finished speaking, the Boss reappraised him. It was impossible to fake such emotions without fear. The Boss did not see a single bit of fear in Zhang Jue's eyes. This young man seemed different.

"Tell me, what is your question?" He said.

"Will Smith." Zhang Jue said, "You've heard of that name, right?"

"So what?"

"I know he's a famous boxer in here, and I want to know where he is now."

"Heh, you're joking with me?" The Boss snorted as if he had heard the world's funniest joke, "Although he fights with me, I'm not his babysitter. How would I know where he's gone? he skipped my fight, and I haven't gotten any news from him yet."

"I know you will provide him with a place to keep the boxer safe so that the boxer will work for you." Zhang Jue stared into the Boss's eyes, "Tell me about that place. Where is it?"

The Boss's face instantly darkened, "Where did you hear about this?"

So they really do exist!

Zhang Jue was wildly happy in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all, "Don't worry about that. I just want to meet him."

"Since you know there is such a place, you should know the meaning of its existence." The Boss's voice became colder and colder, and a murderous aura emanated from his body, "Do you think I will tell you? Or do you think I will let you out of this room?"

The bodyguard behind him stepped into the light as the Boss's words rang out. A height of over one meter nine and a weight of over two hundred and nine started to stand toward them. When you stand beside them at a distance, you don't feel it, but when you get close to them, you feel very oppressed.

Seeing that things seemed to be moving toward an uncontrollable situation, Stevenson stepped in front of Zhang Jue, who hadn't spoken.

"Advisor Zhang, I'll deal with him. You go first." Stevenson spoke in a righteous manner as if he was ready to die for his leader.

However, Zhang Jue did not appreciate his action at all. He pulled him aside with one hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, come on now. I waited all night for something like this."