I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 154: Playing Underground Boxing Part 2

Chapter 154: Playing Underground Boxing Part 2

A few hundred thousand dollars, although not astronomical, but for ordinary people is quite a lot. When the Site-14 infiltration occurred, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue thwarted the enemy's plot to indirectly stop the nuclear bomb from exploding, and 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, can'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. What seemed like a tricky way to get ahead was knowledge, guts, and confidence. It took a little bit of luck for that boss to be able to see his intentions and agree to meet him. But Stevenson has no 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 has 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 entered 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' view like this.

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

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 end up losing them all, did you?"

He was sitting, while Zhang Jue and Stevenson were standing, but 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, straddling it with a large golden horse.

In this way, he was face to face with that boss.

In response to the question posed by that boss, Zhang Jue shrugged: "This boss, as far as those fighters you're looking for, as long as they don't play fake matches, not much, playing ten times 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 with your life, did you?"

"Of course not." Zhang Jue said, "I just have a question I want to consult, I'll leave after asking, never stay longer."

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, "This just shows 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, it seemed, was not simple.

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

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

"So what?"

"I know he's a famous fighter in your area, and I want to know where he is now."

"Heh, 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, so how would I know where he's gone, he skipped my fight, and I haven't gotten back to him yet."

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

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

So there really is!

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 find 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?"

No sooner had the boss's words fallen than the bodyguard behind him at UU Reads stepped into the light.

A height of over one meter nine and a weight of over two hundred and nine.

When you stand at a distance, you don't feel it, but when you get close, you feel very oppressed.

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

"Counselor 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 him at all.

He pulled him aside with one hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, come on, I waited all night for a punk with no eyes."