That night, in an underground boxing arena, two muscular men were fighting on the stage while countless middle-aged men stood around, their excited gazes fixed on the ring. As the two men battled, the cheers reached a fever pitch.
Grant sat calmly in the top-tier box, able to see the action on the ring through the one-way glass. With a deep and serene gaze, he watched as one of the fighters was knocked down with a loud thud, never to rise again.
"Ha ha ha!" The spectators who had bet on the winner erupted in excitement, their eyes wild with joy. Those who had lost threw their tickets to the ground in anger.
"It seems that Spencer is quite talented," Grant said with a faint smile.
"Talented? He's the most amazing boxer I've ever seen!" Franklin, standing nearby, was also extremely excited. "Young Master Morgan, where did you find such a powerful fighter? He swept through our entire underground boxing arena as soon as he arrived, and no one could match him!"
