The Chance of Revenge
After the simple meal, Connor looked seriously at Mr. Colletti across the table.
Colletti was the executive director of international underground boxing matches. Almost everything
rted to this match was run by him.
International boxing was a freepetition at first without official holders, as they were held by
underground boxers themselves to make a living.
As time went by, some underworld organizations developed interests in this market. After they
As the spreading of boxing gambling, thispetition got more and more attentions. International
gamblingpanies even created a special section for it.
In these years, the funding pool on underground boxing got bigger and bigger. It enjoyed the simr
size with the pool of ser.
Besides a series of responsibilities for thepetition, the holder would get a big portion of money
from the gamblingpany as the benefits of holding the match.
Holding the match barely required any investments. There were no hard standards for the stage set-up
and even audiences were not required. This could not be any simpler.
Mr. Colletti looked at the serious-looking Connor, moved his shoulders and said, “ording to my
expectation, thepetition should be held in an international city, not in a small countryside like this.”
“I do not know how you convinced those old shareholders. I had toe to such a small ce for this
Mr. Colletti put a contract on the table, then just leaned on the sofa like a boss presumptuously, then
nced over another white guy sitting on the side.
The other white guy just sat there silently, with no facial expressions on his face, looking like an
iceberg.
Connor looked at the contract written in English, then signed it soon without even clearly checking
through.
It was meaningless to check the contract anyway, since he would have to sign it no matter what for his
son’s safety.
Connor said after signing the contract, “We’ve got some arrangements in the stadium. Would you like
to have a visit?”
“Next time. I am still suffering from the jet leg. You know, it’s supposed to be nighttime for me now, and
I should be enjoying it withdies, but whatever. Just send us to the hotel.”
Connor let his men send Mr. Colletti and his people to the hotel, and apany them to the rooms.
After going in the room, Mr. Colletti’s expression immediately changed, and then said politely to that
cold-looking guy, “Mr. Thompson, what will be our next n?”
“This is the news we just got. Have a look.” Thompson gave the phone to Colletti.
There were a few pictures of Barrett and Frankie, followed by simple instructions.
Colletti raised his eyebrow after reading it, “Oh, this is Maximilian’s work? He is quite tough, but to cope
with this kind of nobody, most of our boxers would have no problems handling it well.”
“No, I’m not talking about thepetition. The one who got shot and the one with all limps broken got
sent to the same hospital. I need their blood samples. The boss wanted to see if there would be a
miracle.”
Colletti only understood the first half of his sentence, but got confused about the second half. However,
he was not interested in understanding it anyway, since that might get him into some troubles.
“Got it, I will get their blood now.” said Colletti seriously.
Thompson nodded and took out a silver box from the luggage.
“This is the specific storage box for it. Put the blood in the tubes when you bring it back. Otherwise, the
blood would lose activity under room temperature.”
Thompson further introduced how to use the box, and then Colletti left with the trantor and guards.
After some time, Colletti came back with Barrett and Frankie’s blood in the box.
At this time, Thompson already set up advanced equipment on the table, and injected some liquid into
the tubes with blood.
After that, Thompson put them in the equipment and turned it on.
“Are there anything else you need me to do? Mr. Thompson?”
“Just wait and see. We need theb for data analysis. I don’t know if the boss would have new orders.”
Thompson instructed him to sit down. Colletti cautiously sat down, waiting for the iing orders.
The data was now transmitted to theb across the ocean. After a while, theb came up with an
estimate.
After Dr. Charles checked the result, he dialed Thompson’s number.
“Thompson, I am Dr. Charles.”
Thompson stood up immediately, “Hello, Dr. Charles.”
“No.2, Frankie has a good match. We can try to work on him. Maybe he would be the sessor.”
“Got it, I will send him back soon.”
“That’ll be it. The Boss values Maximilian a lot. It would be better if you could get Maximilian’s blood as
well. The Boss is interested in his gene that was able to beat the modified Kacper.”
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“It might take some time, but I will try.” Thompson replied seriously.
“Ha ha. There would be blood on the arena for sure. I am sure you can get some of it.”
After he hung up the phone, Thompson let out a sigh, then looked at Colletti, “No matter what method
you use, send Frankie back in our base as soon as possible.”
“What?” Colletti got stunned for a moment, and then nodded, “I’ll handle this right now. It should be
done soon, but his limps were all broken. I am afraid that something would happen during the flight.”
“Don’t you know how to arrange a personal flight and doctors? Do it now!
“Yes, sir. I am on my way.”
Colletti dared not to talk back to Thompson, so he just headed toward the hospital immediately with his
men.
Soon, Colletti entered Frankie’s room and walked up to his bed,
“You are Frankie?”
“Yes, who are you?”
Looking at this white guy, Frankie started thinking if he was having an illusion.
“I was sent to save you and give you a chance for revenge.”