Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A group of people sat in a large office.
They were discussing the heated competition outside.
A white-haired old man said, âThat manâs strength is extraordinary. He actually won so easily.
âThis isnât good news!â
At this moment, a middle-aged man agreed and said, âIndeed, this man is very powerful.
âIâm afraid heâs going to spoil our plan. Initially, we knew the strength of everyone on the registration list. The people we arranged would definitely win. Now, something unexpected has happened. I donât know if itâs a good or bad thing.â
At this moment, a dignified-looking old man sitting in the main seat said, âThis might not be a bad thing. Recently, I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen. Our opponents arenât as simple as we think.
âTheir participants in the competition are definitely not as weak as they appear on the surface. They definitely have their trump cards. If they donât have some confidence, how would they dare to initiate an association challenge? The appearance of this person might be a good thing for us. After all, he represents our side.â
After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested. It was as if saying so much had taken half his life.
A young man sitting beside the old man said, âSir Arthur is right. Perhaps this isnât a bad thing. Itâs just that we donât know who this person is and if he can be used by us.â
The old man who spoke first was about to speak.
Sir Arthur, who had his eyes closed, stopped him, and said, âNo need to discuss any further, let nature take its course. Whatâs ours is ours, no one can take it away.
âAlright, letâs end todayâs meeting here. No one is allowed to privately interfere in the boxing competition.â
Faced with the old manâs imposing tone, no one present dared to refute him. They all agreed and then left.
At this moment, John didnât know that the people in the conference room were talking about him.
He was telling Bill stories about his past.
It was as if the battle he had just experienced was just a common occurrence.
Bill said to John, âYou only have one match today. As there are many people competing, each person will only have one match a day.
âTowards the end of the elimination round, there will be two or even three matches a day. Thatâs the time where the strength of the contestants will really be put to the test. I will inform you when there are matches for you.â
John agreed after listening to this.
He could make use of these few days to do some other things.
Then, he walked out of the underground boxing gym.
â¦
In a gorgeous villa.
An old man was discussing something with a policeman.
The old man said, âHowâs the investigation on my daughter going? Was the accidental man-made or really just an accident?â
Hearing this, the policeman said to the old man, âAfter our investigation, everything that happened seems to show that it was an accident.
âAccording to our investigation, your daughter was in the middle of an interview.
âShe was interviewing a young man. There seemed to be some conflict between the two of them during the interview.
âHowever, that young man shouldnât be related to the accident.
âHe left your daughterâs office before the incident.â
When the old man heard that his daughter had a conflict with a young man before the accident, perhaps it was a predatorâs intuition, but the old manâs brows suddenly furrowed.
The policeman continued, âFrom all the traces left in the room, itâs not difficult for us to make a review of the entire incident.
âItâs about 1.30 PM. Your daughter was interviewing the young man.
âThe interview lasted about three minutes before the young man left the office. Then, your daughter seemed to have encountered something and left.
âAt 1.33 PM, your daughter happened to pass by the entrance to the laboratory when the laboratory suddenly exploded.
âAll of this was very coincidental. Just as your daughter reached the entrance of the laboratory, it exploded.â
The old man frowned even more when he heard that. He seemed to have discovered something.
He turned to his assistant and asked, âWhy did the laboratory explode? Where did everyone go? What happened in the laboratory?â
Three consecutive questions made the assistant extremely nervous.
The policeman looked at the nervous assistant and took the initiative to say, âLet me tell you the process.
âIn the laboratory at that time, the researchers were working. Suddenly, the lab manager received a call.
âThat person claims to be Tinaâs assistant. The content of the phone call is to get the laboratory staff to leave the office at 1.30 PM and go to the office for a meeting.
âDue to time constraints, the people in the laboratory didnât prepare the materials according to the normative measures, which resulted in the explosion.â
The old man instantly lost his temper upon hearing this.
He shouted madly at his assistant, âAre the people in those laboratories idiots? How are they doing their work? Fire all of the people who were working in the laboratory at that time.
âI spent money to raise such a bunch of trash. This really makes me mad.â
The policeman ignored the old manâs temper and continued to narrate, âUnfortunately and coincidentally, that assistant also died in the accident.
âHe was smashed to death by the remnants of the explosion upstairs while he was going downstairs.â
After the old man heard this, he felt that things were definitely not that simple. It was as if he was even more certain that this wasnât a simple accident. There was definitely someone behind this.
If someone was really behind all of this, then how powerful was this person to calculate everything with such precision!? The old man felt a chill running down his spine. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
In his words, the policeman didnât categorize the incident as an accident, but the scene and the process he described all reflected the fact that it was just an accident.
The old man looked at the assistant behind him.
The middle-aged assistant seemed to understand something. He bowed and took out a thick envelope.
The policeman looked at the envelope, waved his hand, and pushed it away. In the end, he still didnât accept the envelope.
Eric State Police Station.
The explosion also caused a commotion in the police station.
âThat lady is really too unlucky. This probability of this happening is only one in ten thousand chance, yet she still encountered such a thing,â said a female detective.
Alan, who was tidying up some documents, suddenly became nervous when he heard them talking about the accident. He seemed to have thought of something and his expression became fearful.