Chen Gu indeed had no other purpose and was too lazy to et him, wanting to avoid being captured by reporters from those small dia outlets and having unfavorable news fabricated about him.
He declined without hesitation, "Refused."
Outside the villa, Heibo stomped in frustration. He had been uneasy these past few days. During that dinner, he and his daughter had a heart-to-heart talk, which had sowhat eased their father-daughter relationship.
He repeatedly hinted and inquired if Chen Gu had any demands from his daughter, but she knew nothing.
Heibo had clawed his way up from the chaotic and conspiracy-filled lower-tier leagues. He always believed that "the fewer the demands, the higher the price," which was why he was restless, determined to confront Chen Gu and demand an explanation: What the hell do you want?!
But Chen Gu just wouldn’t see him—this unintentional act, however, successfully unsettled Heibo further.
Now, having been "Refused" once more, Heibo couldn’t take it anymore. He stood outside the gate, pointing at the surveillance equipnt, jumping and roaring, "Chen Gu, co out and clarify this for !"
"What exactly do you want?"
"I will give it my all in the match! You’re dreaming if you think I’d throw the fight!"
"I warn you, this is between us. If you’re still a man, compete with fair and square, and don’t you dare target my daughter!"
Unfortunately for Heibo, his roars went unheard. The smart ho system didn’t convey any of his words to Chen Gu; its master had already given the instruction: "Refused."
Heibo shouted, jumped, and cursed for a while until he was out of breath. He wasn’t a Professional; the past few years had been unkind to him, leaving his physical fitness rely average.
Sitting on the steps to rest, he couldn’t help but secretly admire the idols his daughter liked. Singing and dancing through an entire concert... those young n must be in incredible shape.
After so thought, he took out a pen and paper, quickly scribbled a note, stuck it on Chen Gu’s door, then turned and left, deciding not to overthink things anymore.
Focus on the competition. As long as I win, I’ll have money and fa. No matter what sches Chen Gu has, I’ll have the ans to deal with them.
Only with money and status can I protect my daughter!
Inside the villa, Chen Gu opened his Dinsional Prison Ring but did not let Combat Rooster out. He was instructing it remotely: "This match is very important. You must give your all and not take it lightly."
Combat Rooster, having been confined in its cage and unable to play for a while, was brimming with petulance!
It huffed with a bit of dissatisfaction. Chen Gu instantly fud, knowing this blockhead surely hadn’t taken his words to heart. He raised his voice sternly, "Take this seriously!"
"I’m not kidding. Your opponent this ti is very strong. You must use your full strength and take this seriously!"
"If you don’t obey, you’ll stay in this cage forever!"
"KREEE!" Combat Rooster’s feathers bristled all over its body as it let out a piercing cry. Stay in here forever? Impossible!
Seeing that the creature had finally gotten the ssage, Chen Gu nodded and closed the Dinsional Cage.
「It was a new day, and Chen Gu still hadn’t shown up for work.」
And Sanhi, as usual, was waiting respectfully at the entrance of the Capital Star headquarters to greet the Young Master. Ten minutes before work was due to start, Xiaoga Yexiong’s car arrived, punctual as ever.
"Greetings, Young Master!"
Today, however, all four of them seed unusually cautious, each more apprehensive than the last.
「The Alliance specifically chose a day without other matches to hold Chen Gu and Heibo’s competition—the hype for this match was already on par with the "Beast Emperor Showdown"!」
Advertising and sponsorships had sold for sky-high prices.
And the venue for the match was set at the largest and most technologically advanced "Peak Stadium" in the entirety of Capital Star.
Chen Gu arrived at the arena two hours early. The surroundings were already bustling with activity, as most fans had already gathered. Outside the venue, fans of both sides were everywhere, wearing T-shirts printed with their favorite contender’s image and holding various cheering props. So zealous fans had even rented out nearby holographic advertising spaces to display custom support slogans for their chosen contestant.
Heibo had also arrived. The platform that purchased the live broadcasting rights stread his arrival. When Heibo showed up, his Behemoth truck looked very worn, with nded patches visible in many places. This garnered him another wave of sympathy, solidifying his "grassroots underdog" persona.
In contrast, Chen Gu was in a much better position; his truck, supplied by the Behemoth Alliance, was covered in sponsor advertisents.
The match was still scheduled for 8:00 PM. By 7:30 PM, all spectators had entered, and every private box was filled.
In Chen Gu’s box, the Special Operations Team, Bai Yunpeng, and the others had settled in early.
Chen Zili, arriving late with his "female classmate," walked in only to find... it was packed, and no seats were left.
The young man was dejected. Why am I always the unlucky one?
Inside the arena, twelve holographic projectors were active: six displayed Heibo’s past battles, and six showed Chen Gu’s.
The audience was growing restless, cursing the slow passage of ti and wishing the match would start imdiately.
Finally, the host began introducing both contestants. The audience’s cheers swelled, wave after wave, until at last, the two competitors made their entrance.
Heibo and Chen Gu stood opposite each other in the center of the field. Heibo glared fiercely at Chen Gu. "No matter what conspiracy you’re plotting, you won’t succeed!"
Chen Gu smirked. I do a good deed and still get blad? He smiled faintly. "Quite the persecution complex."
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