I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2078 - 1341: Octagonal Cage (Part 2)

In a flash, the two combatants traded several additional blows. Just as Xu Kuan had pointed out, the ex-Cheong Wa Dae protector stumbled, wobbled off balance, and braced himself with one hand against the floor. This presented a prime chance to finish the bout, yet the merciless Boxing King Xiang Xing halted his powerful fist midway through the air, holding back from crashing it onto the rear of his rival's skull.

The gust from a strike remains merely the gust from a strike.

It's hardly a matter of fighter's code.

During battles, when a foe hits the mat, combatants usually hold off on further assaults.

The official rushed forward to help the previous Cheong Wa Dae guard, inquiring into his status.

"About an hour back, as Jang Youzai attempted to calm the frontline protesting medical team, a sudden mishap unfolded. He got knifed and rushed to medical care right away. Consequently, the demonstrating group started scattering on their own."

Jang Youzai.

The head of the opposition faction.

To put it simply, among Korea's mightiest figures and a fierce rival for the top spot.

Much like the pair now battling desperately inside the Octagonal Cage, his rivalry with the sitting Yin Ronghuan could likewise be viewed as a deadly feud.

Politics stands as the world's most vibrant contest.

Far more intricate than direct clashes.

Inside the Octagonal Cage, victory demands felling or eliminating your adversary.

However, within the political arena, self-inflicted wounds serve as an option too.

Precisely.

Self-inflicted wounds.

"How bad is the wound?"

"It's unfolding exactly on schedule. The dramatic effect hits hard, though the actual harm is light. Coming next: a taxpayer-covered stay in the hospital."

Xu Kuan commented, "Jang Youzai truly shows some nerve. Even in the turmoil, dangers linger. Had the blade's path shifted slightly, the mishap might have turned genuinely disastrous."

"Those who rise to the peak never lack bravery or boldness."

Jiang Chen set aside his chilled tea.

The opposition chief, staking his existence, ventured personally to the site to sway the striking physicians, merely to face a sly assault and grave injury, landing in the hospital.

Undeniably, such events will spark a massive surge in support for him and his opposition group.

Hearts of the masses beat with compassion.

How might the public fail to feel pity and concern for this devoted senior serving nation and folk?

On the flip side, the ruling Yin Ronghuan faces greater concerns.

The opposition head fell to an attack, prompting the protesting health workers to withdraw shamefacedly, signifying Jang Youzai's life-risking effort to avert this countrywide emergency.

Yet this duty fell squarely on the President's shoulders.

And the President's actions?

Merely stirred up conflicts.

As one faction climbs, approval levels for each will surely face fresh upheaval.

"Bang."

The ex-Cheong Wa Dae guard, blood streaking his features, nearly toppled once more from unsteadiness.

Boxing King Xiang Xing stayed clear-headed amid gains and, true to form, pulled back his fist promptly. While his injuries paled against his foe's, blood also streaked his visage, a swollen bloody lump rising near his temple.

The previous Cheong Wa Dae guard showed obvious fatigue, but his resolve burned fierce. Bloodied though he was, he refused the official's query on resuming the fight.

Yet right when Xiang Xing moved past, the man abruptly shoved the referee away and struck a covert blow from the rear.

After all.

He serves as a protector.

Not a trained pugilist.

What concern are arena regulations to him?

"The rod always lives up to expectations."

Witnessing the scene, Xu Kuan displayed no shock.

Though drained from exertion, Xiang Xing's deep-seated reflexes triggered a response, barely evading the rival's vicious, deadly blow by snapping his head aside.

The strike aimed at the skull's nape struck the ear in its place, sparking sharp agony. Xiang Xing spun his torso quickly, hoisting his knee at once, unleashing a brutal, bursting sideways kick into the foe's midsection.

Regardless of the abs' firmness, they proved pointless now. The ex-Cheong Wa Dae guard soared backward, crashing violently against the cage's rear.

On this occasion, Xiang Xing ignored arena honor. He surged ahead swiftly, coiling for a classic kick setup.

"Bang!"

Out cold!

The previous Cheong Wa Dae guard tumbled away at once, colliding yet again with the enclosure's barrier, sprawled motionless, fate unclear.

"I won."

A faint grin crossed Xu Kuan's lips.

"I concur."

Boss Jiang stayed composed, playing the wise analyst after the fact.

Xu Kuan could only seethe inwardly without speaking out.

The fallen hold no one's regard for survival; across the display, the official hoisted Xiang Xing's arm, reveling in the audience's roars.

"Mr. Jiang, Korean conglomerates are reaching out to Jang Youzai these days, forging tighter bonds. Such tycoons excel at betting, hedging, and seizing chances."

"Doesn't this benefit us?"

"I fear Jang Youzai could shift stances once in power. Years bring countless uncertainties."

"Time is what we require, not reliance on another's word."

Jiang Chen spoke briefly.

Enlightenment dawned on Xu Kuan, like clouds parting.

Indeed.

Banking on others' reliability spells idiocy.

Backing Jang Youzai stems solely from Che Changmin's lacking stature and know-how for now.

He requires further "maturing".

Regarding Jang Youzai's post-power willingness to hand over to Che Changmin per agreement.

Does it matter?

Should he refuse to yield, why not seize it outright?

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Raps echoed at the door.

Boxing King Xiang Xing, fresh from his deadly Octagonal Cage struggle, entered clad in a plain gown, sweat and blood still marring his countenance, lending him a savage, daunting air.

"Mr. Xu."

The formerly arrogant Boxing King lowered his gaze respectfully before Xu Kuan.

"Well done. You upheld the honor of us Western Guangdong natives."

Having praised him, Xu Kuan added, "Address him as Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang."

The intimidating warrior who had overpowered a former Blue House sentinel.

Of what use is mere brawling prowess?

The era has shifted.

Fearless hard hitters abound like river-crossing carp.

"Does this bout's reward let you step away from the ring?"

Jiang Chen quipped.

"Five million US dollars, plenty to live on." Xu Kuan chimed in.

The reward totals five million US dollars.

An outcome appears set.

Defeat alone carried no weight, but the ambush risked his very life.

Not all moments favor unethical plays.

Often, adhering to codes aids not foes, but yourself.

"Plenty to live by, yes, but retirement's off the table. Mr. Xu stays my leader forever."

Xiang Xing's features softened into a grin, the crimson marks tempering his wild look with warmth.

"Fine, get those wounds tended. Starting now, enjoy an extended break."

"Thanks, Mr. Xu."

On exiting, Xiang Xing remembered to incline his head toward Jiang Chen.

In bygone days, types like him earned labels as bold legends, yet Xu Kuan clearly commands numerous such as Xiang Xing.

Such draws the magnetism of wealth and influence.

For the desperate back home or quick-fortune seekers, borders mean little—head overseas to chase ambitions.

Naturally, Xu Kuan shuns idle fools; the unskilled dreamers suit only dispatch to Myanmar for lumber work under the Peace Hotel's owner.

Once Xiang Xing departed, Xu Kuan fished a note from his pocket and passed it to Jiang Chen.

"What's this?"

"Tickets for the FOX event the day after next, prime locations."

Xu Kuan spoke sincerely.

"The medics have scattered, leaving the show untouched. Kindly, Mr. Jiang, pass my regards to Miss Jin for a triumphant night."

"Your firearm?"

Jiang Chen glanced up casually and queried.

Xu Kuan's expression grew serious, "As Mr. Jiang mentioned, we're in a refined world."

Jiang Chen gestured at him.

"Truly left it behind."

"Remove your shirt and trousers."

Jiang Chen appeared intent on inspecting.

Xu Kuan wore a distressed expression, "Mr. Jiang, isn't this crossing a line? Suppose somebody enters..."

Jiang Chen regarded him wordlessly.

Then resolve crossed Xu Kuan's face as he lifted a hand to loosen his buckle.

Jiang Chen stepped away.

"Mr. Jiang, your ticket."