Chapter 679 Boss Nicholson''s Keen Observation!


    The host took the stage and introduced the two muscr boxers. Following that, it was time for the


    live audience to ce their bets.


    Observing the two boxers in the ring—their arms and thighs as thick as one''s waist—Kingsley


    turned to Baron and inquired, "Mr. Howe, are these two fighters also part of your ck Boxer


    Gang? Their physique isparable to that of professional bodybuilders!"


    "That''s right, Boss Nicholson. They''re the cream of the crop in my gang!" Baron answered proudly.


    "With your esteemed presence today, I''ve specially arranged ten of our finest fighters for you! The


    five matches tonight will give you a thrilling experience!"


    Sitting at the side, Wendellughed as he chimed in. "That''s right, Boss Nicholson. The fighters


    tonight surpass even my capabilities. Their muscles are forged through powerful punches! They''re


    the real deal. Unlike those bodybuilders who are all show and no substance!"


    Ding!


    The crisp sound of a bell rang, and the first round of the match officially began!


    Bang!


    Bang! Bang!


    Watching the two fighters in the ring exchanging punches with remarkable ''intensity,'' Kingsley could


    not help but be taken aback. He had anticipated some theatricality in this boxing match but did not


    expect it to be entirely staged!


    The red corner had ample opportunity to dodge the fierce punch from the blue corner yet


    deliberately chose to take it head-on. The impact was so strong that their mouth instantly swelled


    and turned red.


    Kingsley''s eyes flickered. "M-Mr. Martin, is this what you meant by ''all show and no substance?''"


    Seeing his confusion, Wendell chuckled and exined, "Boss Nicholson, these two fighters are our


    gang members, so they naturally incorporate more elements into their fights… But even so, the


    audience down there can''t tell the difference. Somee for the excitement and the spectacle,


    while others are here for the thrill of gambling. It''s not much different from cockfighting or


    dogfighting."


    Kingsley furrowed his brows slightly and gestured toward the spectator stands. "But I noticed


    several individuals who appear to be boxing professionals. They should be able to discern the


    difference, shouldn''t they?"


    "Them?" Wendell chuckled lightly. "Legitimate boxers wouldn''t bothering here to watch this


    match. Anyone who doese is either a mediocre small-time boxer or is simply looking to make


    quick money. Even if they did notice something, they wouldn''t dare speak up about it. Unless they


    don''t wish to continue thriving in this circle."


    Upon hearing his exnation, Kingsley nodded. It seems that the waters run deep in this


    underground boxing arena. Merely having a muscr body doesn''t guarantee invincibility.


    Seeing Kingsley''s waning interest, Baron hurriedly said, "Boss Nicholson, I''m impressed by your


    keen perception! You were able to see through their performance right away. I apologize for not


    being able to entertain you! That was my oversight. In that case, I''ll ensure they give their all in the


    next match. I promise you won''t be disappointed!"


    As he spoke, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had initially assumed that Kingsley


    merely possessed immense physical strength andcked an understanding ofbat techniques.


    However, Kingsley''s observation surprisingly turned out to be incredibly sharp as he immediately


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    He waved his hand. "No need for that. We can discuss it if I do step into the ring myself."


    As soon as he finished speaking, five individuals with distinct expressions entered through the main


    entrance.


    Two individuals in their thirties appeared and were dressed in gray attire. Although their muscle


    build was not as impressive as the boxers in the ring, their sturdy bodies exuded an underlying


    strength.


    They were the junior representatives sent by the Stewart Family—Zephyr Stewart and Bronte


    Stewart.


    Their names perfectly matched their personalities; Zephyr exuded a cold and proud demeanor akin


    to the wind, while Bronte possessed an explosive and thunderous presence. Despite their


    contrasting personalities, they stood out as the most remarkable individuals among the members of


    the Stewart Family.