"Lord Bochuer, do you need us to do something for the young master?"

The figure was wearing a set of black clothes, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, and his voice was extremely ugly.

"No need."

Boqiuer shook his head: "They are just a few Chinese people who do not know whether to live or die. I will find a few people to deal with them and throw them into the sea."

"yes!"

After the black shadow answered, he quietly returned to the wall.

Bochuer made a casual phone call and gave the task.

I ignored the matter again.

Instead, he concentrated on looking at the document and report in front of him.

His face became very ugly.

Not long ago, he received particularly bad news.

A piece of good news that was so difficult and uncomfortable that he didn't even know what to do with it.

"How did these damn bastards manage to do this business?"

"How come the murderous king I finally trained was beaten to death like this!"

"Really damn it!"

"Where did that damn Noah come from? How come I've never seen him before?"

The more Bochuer thought about it, the angrier he became.

Just ask your men to investigate Noah's situation and either kill him or train him to become the second murderer.

After all, cultivating a murderous king cost him a lot of effort and money.

Losing one is painful for a long time.

Even though it is a small underground boxing ring, and even though Pochur is extremely rich, each game brings him millions of dollars in income.

One month down.

That's several hundred million.

With an income of more than one billion a year, there is no need to pay taxes, so why not?
Chapter completed!