Trafford's Trading Club

But he was still very scared.

He feared both this mysterious Mr. K and the fact that he had ‘Golder Game’ tickets---Obviously, no one would believe that the two showed up in his casino conspicuously were common people without special skills.

"Mr. Andrew, is this the best boxer in your group?"

Luo Qiu shook his head when looking at a boxer with strong muscles across a large glass--- no matter how hard the boxer tried to show his strength.

"Why, isn’t Mr. K satisfied with him?" Andrew smiled, "He used to serve in the army, so he has better combat consciousness comparing with other boxers trained in the same conditions."

Luo Qiu took it indifferently, "If this is the best boxer Andrew could provide me with, I think there is no need to continue the conversation."

Turning around, the club boss nodded politely to Andrew, "Be it so, I’m leaving."

"Hold on please." Andrew suddenly persuaded him to stay, while asking his assistants to step backward.

Only he and Luo Qiu remained in this selecting room. He probably tried to show his sincerity, but also wanted to learn more from him.

"I don’t know how Mr. K can prove that you have ‘Golder Game’ tickets?"

"I don’t have to prove it," Luo Qiu said coolly, "Now, the situation is that there’s no entitled boxer in Mr. Andrew’s group, is there?"

Andrew remained a little time of silence--- in fact, he didn’t like having dealings with unknown people, nor believing a stranger so easily.

But he thought it might be a hard-won opportunity--- His heart beat more quickly when getting closer to Mr. K. Andrew couldn’t distinguish if it was excitement or worry, but from his intuition, it was clear that getting in touch with Mr. K would be an extremely dangerous thing.

The higher risk, the more rewards one will get--- No matter if he had the tickets or not, it’d be impossible to take away the boxer free of charge.

After thinking about it carefully, Andrew said slowly, "Mr. K, I really have a top-level boxer, and a guy with excellent combat conscious but a little older. Neither of them has been tamed yet. Is Mr. K interested in them?"

"Of course," Mr. K---Boss Luo chuckled, "A beast that is harder to be tamed means it’s more powerful, and I’m really happy to wait and see them."

"Bring the two guys here." Andrew opened the door and gave the order.

Not long after, Anton and Oleg had been taken to the glass room. Both of them looked dispirited. But Oleg’s look was still fierce, compared to Anton who was more uncomfortable.

Watching Mr. K look at the two, Andrew smiled, "Mr. K, a good boxing master can evaluate the price of a boxer. I think Mr. K can capture the see the outstanding advantages of the two guys."

However, Luo Qiu talked leisurely, "A terrible beast without feet will be just fiercer than an antelope, but cannot be considered as a powerful one."

Andrew said indifferently, "I just anesthetized them. I’ve said that I didn’t completely tame them yet. I’m not willing to make them law-abiding through beating them. An excellent boxer should not get any hurt at anywhere outside the ring."

Luo Qiu suddenly questioned, "Which one is more powerful?"

Andrew was stunned--- he ever thought of this question.

From the perspective of the most intuitive aspect--- the power, Anton could be undoubtedly called a genius, who was young enough and more powerful than Oleg, who was over 30 and getting weaker in physical power.

However, after viewing the scene happened in the study, he considered that Anton was nothing more than a guy with brute force, but Oleg was good at observation and calm enough.

"The two guys ..." Andrew thought for a while, "I think both of them have their own advantages, so I cannot give you the right answer."

"That’s quite a pity, they are really good." Luo Qiu said indifferently, "But I only need one boxer. If Mr. Andrew couldn’t even recommend one for me, that would be really a headache... Oh, right..."

Luo Qiu suddenly raised his eyebrows, suggesting with a teasing smile like an evildoer, "How about holding a duel for the two? And I’ll pick up the winner... of course, I’ll compensate Mr. Andrew for the lost one, I won’t let you suffer a lost."

"Do you want them to have a life-and-death duel?" Andrew frowned.

"Of course!" Luo Qiu chuckled, "Mr. Andrew, I want to join ‘Golder Game’." You should know what it is. If they can’t adapt to life-and-death fight and have no courage to face death, they are useless to me!"

That was true, but Andrew didn’t respond him right now; instead, he squinted his eyes.

Luo Qiu sat down, and You Ye walked to Andrew emotionlessly with a paycheck between her fingers, "This is the deposit. If my boss feels satisfied, money will not be a problem."

If the check was true, then Andrew had to admit that the amount really shocked his heart.

And... it was just the deposit!

To be honest, Anton and Oleg were of good quality--- however, neither of them was cultivated by Andrew!

Frankly, these two were taken back without paying anything. Thus, only the deposit could make him a bundle.

"Mr. K is really a straightforward person."

But Andrew pushed back the check and said seriously, "The deposit isn’t necessary; even I can give up the expense of purchasing the boxer. What I need... is that Mr. K can recommend me and help get the qualification of entering the ‘Golder Game’ before the date of the next match."

Luo Qiu said emotionlessly, "Is Mr. Andrew worrying about one more competitor in the future, right?"

Andrew replied calmly as expecting it earlier, "Doesn’t Mr. K want one more ally in ‘Golder Game’ later? Even though there’s only one winner, many obstacles are getting in the way."

Luo Qiu simply stood up, glancing at Anton and Oleg behind the glass, "How soon would they recover? I want to watch the life-and-death duel myself."

"Just as soon as I stop the anaesthetic." Andrew said coolly, "From their physique, I think Mr. K would see a wonderful fight tonight only if provide them with some nutrients. And I’ll prepare a VIP seats for Mr. K."

"Then thank you, Mr. Andrew." Luo Qiu nodded. "I hope we would have a pleasant cooperation."

Andrew also smiled, "Me too."

...

...

Andrew preferred to imprison intractable guys into a special-made iron cage, which made him feel like capturing wild beasts.

Such as now, he was enjoying watching Anton and Oleg trapped in the iron cage.

He’d been sitting here for more than half an hour and kept watching the expression on both faces--- and even their looks were memorable main dishes for Andrew.

"I need you two fight each other after the anesthetic effect tonight. Andrew’s teeth tore his cigar, lighting it up, smoking and letting the smoke out, with cool look, like controlling their fate. "Only one of you can survive."

Anton and Oleg looked up to Andrew at the same time.

Oleg couldn’t help sneering, "Sir, have you lost your mind due to over inhalation of tobacco tar?"

Andrew answered lightly, "You can choose not to fight, but don’t forget, that Nikita is still in my hands, you know? Now several high-blooded Siberian bears are being fostered in my suburban villa. I think they’ll be happy to have extra meal."

"You!"

Looking at Oleg’s wide-opened eyes, Andrew chuckled, "Oleg, it’s very easy for me to check one’s background in Moscow... you are called Oleg and have a ten-year-old kid. He seemed to have run away from home these days? I don’t know if you can leave this place. Because if you choose not to fight, I’ll have to do away with you."

Oleg held the column of this huge iron cage, but under the anesthetic effect, he couldn’t shake these thick iron bars at all.

He had to sit down on the ground, looking towards Anton next to him subconsciously.

He clearly saw a hint of fear from the young man’s eyes--- he seemed to beg him that not agreed to Andrew’s demand.

Who knows when, Andrew already left this place.

There were many iron cages here, but only Anton and Oleg were imprisoned.

After a long time of silence, Oleg closed his eyes gradually and turned about, whispering, "Sorry, I can’t have Nikita die, and I need to leave this place to seek for my child... So, I’m sorry."

Unexpectedly, I, too, would say this kind of words some day.

‘Dad... I’m right here.’