Chapter 333 Disputing the Match Result!
Jeffrey hit the ground with a deafening thud, shaking the whole ring. He let out a scream as though every bone in his body was breaking. Desperately trying to get up, he found himself lifted off the ground by Rex, who held his leg like a kitten's toy.
Jeffrey struggled, but Rex’s grip on his calf was unyielding, as if it could snap his leg with just a little more pressure.
Boxers trained from a young age, using their legs, elbows, and fists to strike trees, making their bones tougher over time. For Jeffrey to feel such pain from Rex's grip showed how strong Rex was.
While Jeffrey was still reeling from the shock, Rex's left fist shot straight at him.
Jeffrey tried to block with his arms, but it was futile. One punch, and Jeffrey heard a sickening crack as his arms broke under the impact. The force of the blow churned his chest, and he felt a surge of blood almost forcing itself from his mouth.
Seeing another punch coming, Jeffrey quickly shouted, "I give up! Stop hitting me!"
Rex's fist halted inches from Jeffrey’s face. He turned toward the host outside the ring, who was visibly stunned. As an underground fight host, he'd seen it all, but Rex was something else. Rex didn't use fancy techniques; he relied on raw power to beat Jeffrey.
Rex shouted, "Jeffrey wants to give up, is that okay? If not, I'll keep hitting him!"
Jeffrey quickly added, "Y-Yes! I give up!"
It wasn't Jeffrey's fault for being scared. In over twenty years of fighting, he'd never faced someone like Rex. If he didn't give up, he'd be beaten to death. His reputation as one of the top five underground fighters in Texas meant nothing compared to his life.
The host finally snapped out of it. "Although Jeffrey didn't raise his hand, considering the situation and his strong opinion, I declare Rex the winner!"
The crowd erupted in chaos.
"Are you kidding me? That idiot beat Jeffrey? This match is rigged!"
"I bet fourteen thousand dollars on Jeffrey! How did he lose? Someone tell me how he lost!"
"This is rigged! I don't accept this! Jeffrey, get up and keep fighting!"
"Don't talk nonsense! Didn't you see Jeffrey's arms are broken? Anyway, I bet on George's side, so I made money!"
"Regardless of the outcome, there’s bound to be fallout. The power dynamics in Houston might just shift!"
In George's section, his followers were practically glowing with excitement, their faces flushed as they nearly jumped out of their seats in celebration.
Some folks knew Rex was even tougher than George. Before the match, they had to swallow their words in the face of the disparaging comments thrown at Rex. Now, Rex’s victory felt like a resounding slap in the face to those naysayers.
Even George, despite his shoulder pain, stood up and clapped.
"Rex, well done!" Ryder pumped his fist, already planning a big reward for Rex.
Meanwhile, things were tense around Kenneth. His cigar was still burning, but his face was frozen.
"Mr. Davis? Mr. Davis?" Daniel asked softly.
Kenneth snapped out of it. "We actually lost!"
He turned to Ronald, glaring. "What happened? I invested heavily; how are you going to explain this?"
Ronald looked bitter. "I didn't expect Jeffrey to lose to Rex! This is unreal!"
"Don't you dare shirk responsibility! Did you and George set me up?" Kenneth growled.
Ronald snapped, "Cut the nonsense! I've been on your side from the start! Wins and losses are up to fate; I didn't want this outcome either!"
Kenneth snorted, feeling frustrated. He had bet thirty million dollars and a newly built vacation villa. This was a huge loss. If Mark found out, there'd be hell to pay.
Just then, George walked over. "Sorry, Mr. Davis. I won, so I expect you to honor the bet as agreed."
Kenneth looked up at George, his eye twitching. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "I don't acknowledge the result of this match!"
His loud voice sparked a lot of chatter.
"Kenneth can't handle losing?"
"Everyone saw it; his side lost fair and square!"
"Is he trying to weasel out of it?"
George squinted. "Why don't you acknowledge the result?"
Kenneth replied, "I suspect this match was a setup between you and Ronald to trap me. It was unfair, so why should I recognize it?"
George frowned. He and Ronald were just business acquaintances, not partners. He had always suspected Ronald and Kenneth were in cahoots.
Ronald's eyes widened. "Kenneth, what are you insinuating?"
Kenneth shot Ronald a cold glance, stood up, and shouted, "Friends! The fighters on my side were all provided by Ronald, not personally selected by me! He is the bookmaker and the boss, and George used to work here. Do you believe there's no foul play? Especially those who lost their bets tonight! Don't you want your money back?"
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