Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Come on!" "Beat him to death..." "Xu Chi, I bet half a million on your victory, if you lose I'll take it out on you!" In the underground boxing ring, hundreds of spectators continuously cheered, their shouts filling the air, and the man called Xu Chi on the stage, his face already swollen from the beating, moved sluggishly, the entirety of him looking ready to topple over, yet he still clenched his teeth and persisted. His opponent, Fan Gao, was no longer as steady as before, even starting to breathe heavily; the two-meter-tall giant before him seemed like a cockroach that couldn't be killed. Despite Fan Gao having landed dozens of direct hits, Xu Chi managed to stand up each time and rejoin the fight, causing Fan Gao, who had hoped for a quick knockout, to grow increasingly irritated. As Xu Chi stumbled toward him once more, Fan Gao seized the opportunity. He didn't dodge or evade but took a punch from his opponent head-on, then gathered all his strength into his right fist and delivered a powerful blow to Xu Chi's cheek. 'Bang!' The terrifying sound echoed throughout the hall; this time, the tank-like behemoth could no longer withstand the blow and crashed heavily to the ground. This time, no matter how fervent the cheering in the hall, the giant on the floor did not rise again. With the third opponent down, Chu Mo at the audience didn't feel the slightest relaxation. He had just learned from Jiang Tao that, according to the rules of the underground boxing championship, the later the fighters appeared, the stronger they were. This meant that the first few fighters were just the weakest wave; the further it went, the greater the obstacles Fan Gao would encounter. Considering the previous fights, Fan Gao had knocked out the first contestant with one punch, used two punches for the second, and fifteen punches for the third. Unquestionably, the following matches would deplete a significant amount of his strength and energy. To last until the end would be incredibly difficult. At this moment, Chu Mo felt a pang of regret for his previous impulsiveness during his meeting with Liu Peng. Had he not been blindly overconfident in Fan Gao, he would have rejected Fan Gao's suggestion outright and wouldn't have ended up in this passive situation. Chu Mo heaved a soft sigh below the stage, an uneasy premonition creeping up on him. No matter how strong Fan Gao was, he was still just one man. As the saying goes, "One man cannot fight against many." And his opponent amounted to a total of twelve men. While Chu Mo was internally struggling, a figure suddenly appeared beside him. He turned his head and saw Liu Manli sitting next to him, the woman who combined maturity and alluring charm. She cast an interested glance at Chu Mo and then smiled, saying, "President Chu, I heard that the tall guy on stage is your man? How about we make a bet whether your man can win the next match or not!" The fourth match had already started, and climbing into the ring was a man with explosive muscles and dark skin. He was a little shorter than Fan Gao but still stood at one-ninety in height, his entire being radiating a powerful aura! "That's Lei Ting, last year's boxing championship winner, who on his own, defeated six contestants. Lei Ting's condition this year is even better than the last; I heard he spent a year at Shaolin Temple, studying martial arts with Great Grandmaster Zhi Shang, one of the top ten martial artists of Shaolin. After a year of rigorous training, his strength should have increased another notch. I've placed a five million bet on him. I wonder if President Chu has as much confidence in your bodyguard?" Chu Mo watched the dark-skinned man on the stage intently, Fan Gao's fourth opponent. He felt a terrifying and powerful presence as from a wild tiger emanating from him. Without a doubt, the man was an elite fighter, on the same level as Fan Gao and Jiang Tao. Such an opponent must not be underestimated. Chu Mo glanced sideways at Liu Manli beside him, as he spoke slowly: "I've bet ten billion on Fan Gao!" Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman next to him tensed slightly. She had originally thought that Chu Mo was simply playing around by having his people go up on stage, but she hadn't expected such a large wager from him. After a moment of silence, Liu Manli shook her head slightly and said slowly: "I'm afraid Mr. Chu is going to lose a fortune. Even if that Fan Gao can beat Lei Ting, the final opponent will be Jiang Dingnan, who is one of the ten Great Grandmasters of martial arts. Lei Ting once said that against Jiang Dingnan, he's bound to lose." Chu Mo squinted his eyes slightly, and as the two of them were conversing, the fighters on stage had already begun testing each other's attacks, which, unlike the previous wild and unrestrained exchanges, were now marked by Fan Gao's exceptionally grave expression and cautious movements. Without needing anyone else to say it, even Chu Mo, an outsider, could see Fan Gao's caution. And the dark-skinned man named Lei Ting, capable of making Fan Gao so careful, was undoubtedly not inferior in strength. As the atmosphere on the stage grew increasingly tense, Chu Mo suddenly turned his gaze to Liu Manli beside him, his brow slightly furrowed as he said: "Ms. Liu has specifically bet on this person; you must be quite familiar with him!" Liu Manli frowned slightly upon hearing this, her gaze fixed on the people on the stage as she said with a serious tone: "Lei Ting is the son of my father's close friend and has some connections with our family. We were childhood sweethearts, but later he devoted himself to martial arts, aspiring to become a Great Grandmaster, while I took over my father's business, wholeheartedly managing the family affairs, so we drifted apart..." Chu Mo listened quietly. Glancing at the increasingly intense bout on the stage, he suddenly spoke: "Miss Liu, if you can persuade Lei Ting to forfeit voluntarily, I guarantee with my personal integrity that from now on, I will protect the Liu family completely!" Chu Mo's voice was calm. After he finished speaking, he said no more, while Liu Manli's eyes suddenly sparkled with dazzling brilliance. Although the Liu family was also a top-tier tycoon worth two hundred billion, it was still a fair distance away from the level of the eight great families. Liu Manli's father was gravely ill, close to death's door, and the pillar of the family could pass away at any moment. Once the patriarch was gone, the eight great families would have no reservations, and by then, the Liu family would become an easy target in their eyes, ripe for the taking. That was precisely why Liu Manli had sought out Chu Mo to invite a collaboration between their families. Liu Manli, a woman with a mature and charming air, slightly narrowed her eyes. She looked at Chu Mo intently—the immense pressure of the entire family giving her no real choice. Taking a deep breath, and with an extraordinarily grave expression, she said in a firm voice: "Mr. Chu, are you serious about this?" Chu Mo nodded. The next moment, Liu Manli suddenly stood up. This female tycoon of Hua Country, a top magnate with a personal wealth of two hundred and forty billion, suddenly spoke out loudly: "Lei Ting, do you remember what you said in my backyard when you were fifteen? You said you would marry me. I have waited for you for nineteen years... Just say the word now, and I'll agree to anything you want!"