CHAPTER 433 PRESTIGE

Thompson and Colletti were sitting together and watching the sparring match on the stage. It was a

fight between a white boxer and a black boxer.

Both of them did not wear gloves and protective gear. In the international underground boxing

tournament, they wouldn’t wear gloves and protective gear or anything like that.

None of the boxers cared about their lives. Once they fought in the ring, the game would end only when

they killed their opponent.

Few losers in the match could alive. Even if they managed to survive, they had to spend the rest of

their lives lying on bed.

The two on the stage were fighting fiercely, and many wild card boxers were watching and cheering

around. The training match was full of enthusiasm. The two on the stage fisted to the flesh, and both of

them had already splashed blood.

Connor looked at the situation on the stage, and his face turned slightly white. He bowed and walked to

Colletti and Thompson, and said with a smile,

“I want to go to the city center to buy something."

"Purchase something? Are you serious? We will be very willing to agree, but if you want to tell lies, then C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

don't blame us for being impolite. You might be a sparring partner in the next training game." Colletti

said with a smirk.

Although Colletti was smiling, Connor's sweat hairs all over his body stood upright in shock.

Connor didn’t feel that Colletti was scamming himself, because before Connor made excuses to leave,

Colletti did not say anything.

Connor thought he could muddle through this time too, but something went wrong.

‘What does Colletti mean? Do they monitor my cell phone? These damn foreign devils!’

Connor's brain was spinning so fast that he felt his brain was getting hot and smoking, but he still

couldn't come up with a suitable excuse.

"I, this, really, really is true." Connor stammered.

"Hahaha." Thompson laughed and patted Connor's shoulder, put his arm around Connor and said,

"Colletti, look, what did you scare him into? It's so funny."

"Oh, Connor. I was joking with you, and you don't need to be nervous. We are friends. Doesn't our

friendship last forever? You can go out if you want, you are free." Colletti raised his eyebrows as if he

was making fun of Connor.

Connor laughed dryly. Just now, his heart almost popped out of his throat. The feeling of being teased

was really uncomfortable.

Connor forced himself to smile and had a small talk with Colletti. Then he turned around and walked

towards the outside of the combat training hall.

"Thompson, why are you speaking for him? Just now it was clearly monitored that Maximilian called

him. This bastard must have gone to see Maximilian." Colletti asked with some confusion.

"I have my plans and arrangements. Dr. Charles said the BOSS wants to get Maximilian's blood for

testing and see what kind of genes the person who can defeat the genetically modified men has. And

perhaps we will be able to find out the reason for the repeated failure of genetic modification from his

genes."

Colletti shook his head, "Then get his blood in the ring. We can get as much as we want."

"The blood you get in the ring may not be suitable for testing and analysis, because it is possible that

the blood of both sides may be mixed together. Or perhaps there are other accidents. We need to seize

every opportunity to get as many test samples as possible, I do not want to upset Dr. Charles."

"Well, you make a good point. The operation is under your command anyway. Tell us about your

arrangement." Colletti shrugged and didn’t talk back to Thompson.

Thompson took out his phone, opened the monitoring software, and looked at it, "Connor's car and

body are equipped with trackers, so he can't escape. Those few Kung Fu masters found in Chinatown

can come in handy. I hope they can defeat Maximilian."

"Counting on those yellow-skinned monkeys? I doubt if they can collect blood with a test tube." Colletti

said disdainfully.

"The yellow-skinned monkeys are only responsible for fighting, and the technical work like collecting

blood is for you." Thompson said laughingly.

Colletti frowned and wanted to refute Thompson's words, but finally he held his words back.

After all, Thompson was his superior. Colletti was not sure he could overturn Thompson or not, so he

could only follow Thompson's instructions for now.

"Yes, I'm going to get the collector."

"Don't be upset, Colletti, you should be happy. I can't wait to get out of this hellhole. Maybe we can fly

back tomorrow to have some fun after we finish the business."

Colletti laughed dryly, "Yes, my lord, should we change our clothes? Or Connor will be surprised if he

runs into us."

"That's a must. Let's go and change clothes to see what Maximilian really looks like. Do you think he'll

be like those bloodline people? I hate those bats and werewolves."

Thompson and Colletti were chatting together. When they arrived at the residence, they entered the

room and changed into tight clothes. Then they took a hat and a mask and left with the sample

collector.

Connor drove to the location given by Maximilian, parked the car outside the cafe, and entered it in a

hurry.

When he found the private room where Maximilian sat, Connor pushed the door and walked in. Then

he turned around and saw that no one was chasing him. He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the

door tightly.

"Mr. Maximilian, I'm late." Connor said with a bitter smile.

Maximilian brought a coffee to Connor and said, "Sit down and have a coffee. How nervous you are.

Are you been threatened these days?"

"Don't mention it. These few days are just like watching horror movies. I used to think I was a brave

and ruthless man. But after watching the training of those players in the past two days, I realized I was

nothing. There are too many ruthless people, and I am a kind person by comparison."

Connor said and drank the coffee, "Mr. Maximilian, I think the underground boxing tournament is too

dangerous, but you are priceless. If something happens to you in underground boxing ..."

Connor couldn't bear to say the following words. The worst case scenario was that Maximilian would

die on the ring.

"I'm really not an alarmist. But many people died in training match in the past few days. And a lot of

people were seriously injured. Those lunatics are really fighting with their lives. They are really

inhumane.”

Maximilian smiled and said, "I know. But now participation in the international underground boxing

tournament is no longer a matter for me alone. It relates to so many aspects. I must fight, and at the

same time I want to use the international underground boxing competition to set up my prestige."

Connor was completely frozen. He didn’t expect the situation would become so complicated.