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After the match restarted, Victor did not change his strategy.
But he stopped charging blindly and began to press rhythmically, forcing Nelson toward the ropes. His movements were clean, but he increased the frequency of his hook punches.
Nelson was hit hard on the head. Although he recovered, he was too slow to react and was cornered by Victor.
Chapter 57 Initial Victory and Peace Talks
When Nelson had nowhere left to retreat, Victor launched a deadly attack.
A left hook struck Nelson in the liver area, and the black athlete doubled over in pain.
Immediately afterwards, a right hook landed on the other side of his waist.
Nelson's defense completely collapsed, and he staggered like a drunkard.
The referee was ready to intervene, but Victor acted faster.
A textbook double punch – a right straight punch landed on Nelson’s already injured face, followed by an uppercut that struck perfectly in the chin from below.
Nelson's body fell straight backward like a felled tree, his head slamming heavily onto the boxing ring with a sickening thud.
The audience fell silent, then erupted in terrified screams.
The referee immediately rushed over to stop him, but Victor continued to throw punches.
The referee skillfully dodged and evaded, Viktor's punch missed, and his body crashed into the rope, making a sound.
"Match over! Victor wins!"
The referee, who had narrowly escaped disaster, stopped counting down and desperately grabbed Victor's arm, who was sitting on the ground.
Victor's fist hovered in mid-air, trembling.
He looked down at Nelson's unconscious face, blood flowing from his broken brow bone and the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, he suddenly felt exhilarated!
Viktor slowly stood up and looked at his hands.
The gloves were stained with blood—Nelson's.
Medical staff rushed onto the ring, and Nelson's team angrily cursed.
Some in the audience cheered, while many more booed.
Victor stood up, attempting to leap onto one of the wrestling posts, but wisely gave up, instead standing to the side and roaring at the audience:
"You idiots! The people you chose have been beaten to a pulp by me, lying on the ground like dead dogs!"
"Go home! You people who don't even know anything about boxing!"
"You are the worst audience I've ever seen! You're only fit to watch pay channels, because your fate is sealed!"
The sound of the stone stirred up a huge wave, and the cheers of the audience surged back, drowning out Viktor's voice.
"Victor!"
Max directed Ethan and Michael to pull Victor back, but they failed, and Victor continued to argue with thousands of people!
It wasn't until someone in the VIP area said something that four security guards came up and "escorted" Viktor away, ending Viktor's arrogant shouting.
Viktor stopped provoking him and followed him down, like a victor.
Upon returning to the lounge, Max immediately launched into a tirade of criticism:
"Viktor! Viktor! You're not a child anymore! Do you know that professional boxing is all about the audience paying for it? Do you think it's normal to offend all the audience like this?"
"Your behavior is extremely unwise! You're acting like a complete idiot!"
Victor looked at her and burst into laughter:
"Max, once I become the champion, the audience will naturally explain it to me!"
Max thought Victor was being unreasonable and said, "Max Wilson is waiting for you on the fourth floor at seven o'clock tonight. You'll have time to 'make up.' Someone will take a picture when they pass by at 7:15, and it'll be in the newspaper tomorrow!"
Viktor nodded and said thank you.
But Max couldn't leave the room when a silver-haired woman pushed open the door.
Max was a little nervous:
"Ms. Simmons, may I ask what brings you here?"
Laura Simmons of the Boxing Association's Ethics Committee looked at Victor and said, "I have a few questions I need to verify with Mister Lee."
Victor looked at Laura Simmons: "Excuse me."
Why did you attack the referee?
Simone was very professional; she immediately set a trap: "Assaulting a referee is a serious offense! The referee has already filed a complaint against us, saying that you have consistently disobeyed him."
"Nonsense!"
Viktor feigned surprise: "The referee was very professional. My opponent wasn't him. Why would I attack him? I had no motive. I'm just young and wanted to finish my opponent. These are the boxing styles I usually practice. I was just nervous and couldn't get into the right mindset."
Ms. Simmons glanced at Victor, her eyes filled with disdain: "I will keep a record of this, but I hope Mister Lee won't do it again next time, or he will definitely be punished."
Viktor nodded: "I will definitely try my best to correct it next time."
Haha, Ms. Simmons got up and left.
Max breathed a sigh of relief.
After cleaning himself up, Victor chose to continue watching the game live, analyzing their tactics with Ethan and Old Jack.
But there were almost no results:
Most people fight for three rounds, ending the fight in eleven minutes, and then the five linesmen give the result.
Including that seeded player, Alexander.
"This makes me very self-controlled."
Viktor has a sharp eye and saw through this immediately.
"The ultimate goal of amateur competitions is to become an Olympic champion. The winner of the Golden Gloves is qualified to compete for the Olympic title, and that's why they compete for it."
Old Jack shook his head as he spoke: "But they will absolutely not choose you to participate in the Olympics. Chinese people cannot represent America."
“I know, so I just want to win the gold glove championship.”
Victor looked at Old Jack: "I want a higher share!"
"The professional boxing ring is your only path to success."
Old Jack agreed: "But there's no need to worry about it. In fact, Foucault has already been invited to the World Boxing Association's office, and your match has already been noticed."
"That's good news,"
Victor wasn't interested: "But I need to ask Max's opinion before I can participate in that ranking, and I don't have the resources to participate right now."
"Smart move!"
"Let's prepare for tonight's dinner!"
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The restaurant on the fourth floor of the Colorado Springs Hilton Hotel is bathed in soft lighting, with the silhouette of the Rocky Mountains silhouetted against the twilight through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Victor chose a spot in the middle, where he couldn't enjoy much of the night view, but it was eye-catching enough.
He adjusted the cuffs of his dark blue custom-made suit, where the letter 'V' was embroidered—no sponsor would commission a suit for someone of Victor's build, as it wouldn't be very aesthetically pleasing. If someone were to sponsor a suit, they would likely choose something like Baleno, which Mr. Bo promoted, or Armani, which was endorsed by the Black Bear.
"he came."
The voice of agent Max Black came from behind me.
Victor nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to the restaurant entrance.
Max Wilson—the reporter who had described him in the newspaper as 'the scandalous boxer at the U.S. Championships: the obese boxer arrested for 'special services'—was being led toward him by a waiter.
Wilson was wearing a khaki suit but a dark blue tie, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that the past two days had not been easy for him.
"Mr. Wilson."
Viktor stood up and extended the hand that had once knocked his opponent down. "Thank you for coming."
Wilson's handshake was weak and his palm was damp: "Mister Lee."
His voice was dry, and his eyes flickered, like prey ready to flee at any moment.
Victor gestured to the waiter to bring the wine—a bottle of 1982 Lafite worth $140, which he had specially prepared for the evening.
It's not luxurious, because it's 1985.
"Please sit down. I believe we have a lot to talk about."
At the next table, Max Black pretended to be focused on his steak, but his ears were practically perked up.
Blake took a sip of Scotch whisky, wondering if the bottle of Lafite was worth it, depending entirely on Victor's performance.
Victor poured Wilson a glass of red wine, the deep red liquid shimmering like blood in the candlelight. "I want to apologize for the previous misunderstanding, because my attitude in refusing your interview was far too rude."
Wilson tapped his fingers on the cup handle in an irregular rhythm, clearly showing his resentment and frustration.
"Misunderstanding? Yes, but it was because of my own pettiness that I got angry and chose an inappropriate method."
He gave a wry smile. "But that statement from the Chicago Police Department almost ruined my career. If nothing changes, the end date of this All-American Golden Gloves Boxing Championship will mark the start of my unemployment."
Viktor's smile remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
The report, "Investigation Statement Regarding Victor's Non-Participation in Sexual Services," was indeed the work of his team—with a little help from members of Congress.
What Wilson didn't know was that the document was related to the deaths of Kevin and his wife—Victor was stunned when he found out, never expecting Ubelman to be so stupid.
What Wilson didn't know was that Victor would never forgive him—Wilson was after Victor, so why would Victor choose to forgive?
But now it is Victor's turn to extend goodwill.
"I understand your frustration,"
Victor's voice was deep, a 'credible voice' he had learned during his training with Max. "But we're all in this complex industry, and sometimes information can be misleading, especially when certain people with ulterior motives try to sway us."
“Victor, Mister Lee, please allow me to address you as Victor; I have no time for such formalities.”
Wilson gulped down a large mouthful of wine, swallowing the expensive red wine like beer: "Bias? Now people at ESPN are attacking me for this, saying I'm 'slandering rising stars'."