I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 156: Playing Underground Boxing Part 4

Zhang Jue rubbed his fists, and his eyes were full of excitement as if he had wanted to fight someone for a long time.

Stevenson was surprised, "Advisor Zhang, you-"

Zhang Jue impatiently waved his hand, "I would suggest you just sit tightly on the side."

"Okay." Stevenson sighed.

Rank-wise, Zhang Jue was his superior. Since Zhang Jue wanted to fight, he couldn't stop it. He didn't know what this Advisor Zhang wanted. Did he really want to fight this underground boss?

However you look at it, it's like hitting a rock with an egg. Zhang Jue had said that he was good at fighting, but fighting was completely different from boxing. These top boxers who fought in underground boxing would normally be trained professionally as well, and they were no better than some professionals. They have no professional ethics when it comes to fighting, and any tricks can be used by them.

The main thing was that the opponent was bigger than Zhang Jue, and this was no longer something that could be compensated for by skill. Zhang Jue might have gone to great lengths to hit his opponent a dozen times without breaking his defense, while his opponent could end his life with just one punch. But Zhang Jue leaped to his feet, not even putting the big man in his sights.

Stevenson didn't know that after making contact with SCP-682, Zhang Jue's physique had long surpassed normal human capabilities. Although he still looked like a thin Asian man, his explosive power was already terrifying.

Knocking down a tree with one punch was no problem. As for how far he could actually do it, he was not sure. So, Zhang Jue had long wanted to find someone to try out his current state. Compared to the little punk with very weak resistance, the big man in front of him was a better test subject.

Zhang Jue was like a hungry wolf who had finally seen his prey, and the big man was a scaredy bitch who couldn't resist the urge to use a gun in the fight and ravage his enemy.

Seeing the bizarre look in Zhang Jue's eyes, Stevenson could only back off. "Advisor Zhang, be careful."

Zhang Jue was not impressed, "It should be him who has to be careful."

Hearing Zhang Jue's words, that boss suddenly laughed, "You know who he is? He was taught by the same coach as Hudson, and he won 47 straight rounds in my boxing matches without losing a single fight! Do you still want to beat him? Young man, do you think you're Fang Tianlong?"

Zhang Jue tilted his head, "About that, now that you've mentioned it. I just remembered that I should be considered Fang Tianlong's senior brother in terms of seniority."

Zhang Jue's tone was so frivolous that even Stevenson didn't believe him, not to mention the boss, and thought he was just bluffing again. When it came to talking, only a few people could match Zhang Jue.

The boss didn't bother with him and sneered, "I don't care whose brother you are. I'll make sure you're not getting out of here in one piece. Spencer, don't hold back. Just beat him to death."

"Yes!" The big man's voice sounded like a flood of bells as he raised his feet and stepped forward, about to attack Zhang Jue.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Zhang Jue hurriedly waved his hand, "Since this is a place for underground boxing, we have to follow the rules. Before the fight starts, why don't we put something between our fight?"

The boss laughed coldly, "Have you ever got a prize from a dead person?"

Zhang Jue said, "How do you know I'm going to die before we even fight? Just in case I win."

Looking at Zhang Jue's appearance, it seemed that he was really seriously considering this matter. The boss suddenly felt that this arrogant-looking young man seemed a bit interesting, just that he didn't know if his life was hard enough.

He asked, "What do you want to bet on?"

"If I win, you have to answer my questions and tell me the place where you give Smith a safe house."

"And if you lose?"

"Then his life is yours." Zhang Jue pointed to Stevenson, who was standing off to the side.

Except for Zhang Jue, the four people present froze for a while. This was followed by a set of confused faces. The corners of Stevenson's mouth twitched a few times, wondering if he had misheard it.

You guys just bet with each other, don't bring me into the problem!

He was tempted to question Zhang Jue. But his professional ethics kept him alert, and he didn't move a muscle.

The boss, also stunned by Zhang Jue's remarks, said, "Really shameless."

"All right, enough chitchat. Since you all have no objections to this decision, let's get started."

Stevenson was tempted to say he had objections. He even wondered if Zhang Jue had come here tonight to screw him over intentionally.

However, the big man called Spencer had also been waiting for him to fight. He and Hudson trained together, but while Hudson was able to become the World Champion, he could only reign supreme here in the underground.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment. But the good thing is that the boss made a lot of money. He then could only vent all his grievances on his opponent. Since his debut, forty-seven fights, all ending in KO opponents. There were only forty-seven fights because few people dared to challenge him anymore after that.

Spencer roared, and with the wind at his feet, he blasted his fist at Zhang Jue. That huge fist was almost as big as Zhang Jue's brain. If he were hit head-on, Zhang Jue would probably have to lie in bed afterward if he didn't die later.

The boss took a puff of his cigar. He had seen too many similar moments. Stevenson gulped. If he were to face this boxing expert himself, it was estimated that all the bones in his body would be hammered to pieces in less than three minutes. But since Zhang Jue dared to fight him, he should be prepared. After all, the advantage of a small body is flexibility. Even if you can't defeat the enemy, you can drag it out for a while.

Just when they thought Zhang Jue would dodge the powerful punch, Zhang Jue made a move that surprised both of them. He moved his knees slightly, like a horse stance, and gently threw a punch forward with ease.

He was actually going to spar with Spencer.

Is he crazy?

Stevenson could almost foresee how things would turn out. Zhang Jue's arm would surely be shattered by the tremendous force. The boss sneered. Feeling insulted, Spencer's eyes glazed over, and his body leaned forward. Zhang Jue would probably have died out if this punch had hit.

The flow of time gradually slowed down under the watchful eyes of several people. The two fists slowly met. There was no earthquake, no tsunami, and no volcanic eruption. There are no special effects.

And just like that, their big and small fist collide together.

Then time is fixed. One second, two seconds passed.

Zhang Jue and Spencer maintained their respective stance. Stevenson and the boss leaned forward at the same time. They were trying to see what was going on.

Crack.

The sound of a fracture was faintly heard in his ears. The boss then pressed down and took another puff of his cigarette. For a moment, he actually felt that Spencer would lose, which was really strange.

However, his pupils gradually dilated in the next second, and the cigar fell from his hand.