The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 671

The boxing arena spanned approximately 400 square meters, providing ample space for the event. It had a seating capacity of over two hundred spectators.

Each chair was equipped with a smart betting machine, allowing the audience to place their bets conveniently. Adjacent to the ring, VIP rooms were constructed with walls made of one-way glass. This design allowed guests to enjoy a clear view of the matches while maintaining privacy.

Kingsley asked as he looked at the empty seats. "Mr. Howe, what time does your boxing arena open?"

Baron's excitement was evident as he replied, "Usually after 8.00PM. So, Boss Nicolson, would you be interested in catching a few matches?"

He held immense confidence in both his venue and his crew.

Despite the Black Boxer Gang's inferiority in weaponry and territorial control compared to other factions, when it came to individual strength, they surpassed every other force in the entire Underworld of Solaris.

Even the least skilled member of the gang could easily handle five or six regular individuals on their own. In a one-on-one confrontation, he feared no one, not even a member of the Cole Gang!

That was why Baron eagerly wished for Kingsley to stay and witness a few matches. Perhaps, after observing the awe-inspiring power of the Black Boxer Gang, Kingsley would hold him in even greater esteem.

Seeing Baron's eager gaze, Kingsley smiled faintly and said, "Sure, I have some free time tonight."

He had planned to come here and spar with the Black Boxer fighters to awaken his combat agility. Today was the perfect opportunity, and he could not help but feel a bit excited.

Baron was overjoyed. "That's great! Boss Nicholson, let's have a drink together later and enjoy the matches tonight."

Therefore, when he heard Kingsley express his desire to participate, Baron found himself in a dilemma. Given Kingsley's slender physique, the audience would undoubtedly bet against him.

If, by chance, Kingsley emerged victorious, it would not be a problem. But if he lost, the losses for today's event would be substantial. Even if he managed to win, a blood-soaked display was still imperative.

How many of the affluent spectators could truly discern the nuances of the fights? Were they not all here for the spectacle?

As Baron envisioned Kingsley drenched in blood inside the ring, a cold sweat started trickling down his forehead. If Kingsley were to hold him accountable afterward, his fate would be sealed!

Having perceived Baron's thoughts, Kingsley smiled and said, "I understand your concerns, so don't worry. If I step into the ring, I will only win, not lose! As for the audience wanting excitement, it's as simple as can be. I just need to beat my opponent to a pitiful state, and it will surely satisfy the twisted desires of those spectators."