Dragon Master

After the simple meal, Connor looked seriously at Mr. Colletti across the table.

Colletti was the executive director of international underground boxing matches. Almost everything related to this match was run by him.

International boxing was a free competition at first without official holders, as they were held by underground boxers themselves to make a living.

As time went by, some underworld organizations developed interests in this market. After they competed with each other for a while, there formed an international organization to hold this competition. This competition also became more organized and structured.

As the spreading of boxing gambling, this competition got more and more attentions. International gambling companies even created a special section for it.

In these years, the funding pool on underground boxing got bigger and bigger. It enjoyed the similar size with the pool of soccer.

Besides a series of responsibilities for the competition, the holder would get a big portion of money from the gambling company as the benefits of holding the match.

Holding the match barely required any investments. There were no hard standards for the stage set-up and even audiences were not required. This could not be any simpler.

Mr. Colletti looked at the serious-looking Connor, moved his shoulders and said, “According to my expectation, the competition should be held in an international city, not in a small countryside like this.”

“I do not know how you convinced those old shareholders. I had to come to such a small place for this competition. This is disappointing. Check this contract and sign it if you found no problems.”

Mr. Colletti put a contract on the table, then just leaned on the sofa like a boss presumptuously, then glanced over another white guy sitting on the side.

The other white guy just sat there silently, with no facial expressions on his face, looking like an iceberg.

Connor looked at the contract written in English, then signed it soon without even clearly checking through.

It was meaningless to check the contract anyway, since he would have to sign it no matter what for his son’s safety.

got some arrangements in

time. I am still suffering from the jet leg. You know, it’s supposed to be nighttime for me now, and

send Mr. Colletti and his people

then said politely to that cold-looking guy, “Mr.

we just got. Have a look.” Thompson gave the

pictures of Barrett

work? He is quite tough, but to cope with this kind of nobody, most of our boxers

who got shot and the one with all limps broken got sent to the same hospital. I need their blood samples. The boss wanted to see

the second half. However, he

I will get their blood

nodded and took out a silver box

specific storage box for it. Put the blood in the tubes when you bring it back. Otherwise,

and then Colletti left

Colletti came back with Barrett

up advanced equipment on the table, and injected some

in the equipment and turned it on.

there anything else you need me to do? Mr.

and see. We need the lab for data analysis. I don’t know

to sit down. Colletti cautiously

data was now transmitted to the lab across the ocean. After a

Charles checked the result,

am Dr.

up immediately, “Hello, Dr.