Empire of Shadows

Ethan was also sent to the hospital after the match; his mandible was fractured.

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The doctor held up the newly taken X-ray and looked at it against the white light board for a while, even pointing out the fractured area.

"It's not a big problem, just a bone fracture. I heard he's a boxer?"

The doctor put the X-ray aside.

The coach nodded. "Yes, we just finished a match, and this match caused this."

"Will it affect his future career as an athlete?"

The coach had heard of people's jaws being shattered, but he hadn't really encountered it, and he was also very panicked.

Ethan's physical fitness once again proved to him that as long as he can continue to grow, he will definitely become the Federation's new boxing champion!

The doctor smiled and soothed his emotions, "I don't think there's a problem. The bone fracture isn't very serious, but it's best not to participate in competitions for a short time, or to avoid impact on the mandible as much as possible."

"In a sense, this subtle bone fracture is good for his athletic career!"

The doctor looked at the coach and the people around him with blank expressions and briefly explained the process of bone reconstruction after injury.

And he emphasized that the bone quality of the injured and healed bone would be harder and more reliable.

Hearing that it wouldn't affect Ethan's career, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

While they were talking, a young captain walked in from outside carrying a bag.

Lance glanced at it and left the room.

"This was found in the trash can in the passage; they probably threw it away."

Lance opened the bag and saw a pair of dry, hard bandages wrapped into hand wraps.

He nodded, feeling the weight.

Just then, the coach in the room also came out. Lance handed the bag over.

The coach recognized Lance and was still somewhat in awe of him. He didn't quite understand, but he still took it and glanced at it.

With just that one glance, his blood pressure soared, and his face turned red!

"Motherf**ker, these sons of bitches are actually playing dirty!"

He took out the two plaster gloves that now looked like balls and cursed incessantly!

"They all say Logan is dirty, but no evidence of him cheating has ever been found. So, this is it!"

The coach looked at Lance, "Mr. Lance, what are you going to do?"

The coach is not a "simple" person, or rather, people in this line of work cannot be simple people. He has also been in contact with many gangs; otherwise, Lance would not have chosen him.

Gangs need boxers for gambling boxing or underground boxing matches.

These boxers are definitely their own people, but they also need professional coaches and techniques, so coaches often provide training guidance to local gangs or some underground boxers.

He once thought about becoming a boxing champion, but his talent limited his performance, so that he still hasn't won a championship in any weight class!

Now he places all his hopes on Ethan. Although he can't become a boxing champion, he can become a boxing champion's coach, which is also an extraordinary honor!

Whoever wants to destroy his dream is his mortal enemy!

He knows that gangs have gang methods. These people violated the rules first!

Lance nodded. "They will pay the price."

The plain statement made the coach feel an extraordinary power. He nodded vigorously, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Ethan is also my brother."

Soon, Lance's people took action. Logan was seriously injured and needed to rest in bed for a period of time after the concussion, and he was also hit hard in the jaw, so he also needed to do a full set of examinations and be hospitalized.

They left earlier than Ethan, so they finished the examination earlier.

The coach was talking to him by the bed about some subsequent developments. Logan was obviously a little absent-minded.

"Hey, kid, listen to me."

"Losing to those monsters isn't your fault. They are monsters, monsters, understand?"

"Even if the boxing champion took a punch from you, he would fall down, but look at him, he can recover so quickly. It's not your problem!"

Logan's lips moved. He cheated and still didn't win. Whose problem could it be?

But what the coach said wasn't unreasonable. Such a heavy punch couldn't be withstood by ordinary people. That really was a monster.

"Your technique still has room for improvement. I've developed a few plans…"

As he was speaking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and some people in windbreakers with red armbands on their left biceps walked in.

The coach immediately stood up. He looked at these people with a serious face, "Did you come to the wrong room?"

He could feel that these people were not good people.

A young man walked in from outside. His eyes fell on the two of them, and finally, he grinned, revealing his teeth, and said with a smile, "Mr. Lance wants to see you!"

A dozen minutes later, the two met Lance in his office.

The coach and Logan behaved very cooperatively and were also very low-key and humble. They knew they were facing a gang and knew how to deal with gangs.

If the two sides fought fairly in the ring, then they would not be afraid of these people, but these people were not boxers and would not talk to them about rules, but would only pull out their guns and shoot them when needed, so they were very cooperative.

Lance looked at the two of them, then took out the two hard bandaged boxing gloves and placed them on the table.

The faces of the two changed when they saw this thing. There was surprise, regret, and fear.

"Ethan is my brother."

"He has always wanted to find his strengths and do something for us."

"He is tall, he is strong, he is very strong, and he has found his place and future in boxing."

"He trains hard and follows every tactical arrangement required by the coach. He was still self-disciplinedly training the night before the game to prepare for today's game."

Lance tapped his fingers on the table, "But you used despicable and dirty means to insult his seriousness!"

"You are not worthy to compete with him in the ring. You are like two clowns, making me feel disgusted!"

"Break their legs and throw them out."

Lance leaned back, deciding their fate. Logan just turned pale and didn't speak.

His mind flashed again with the scene when his fist landed on Ethan's chin, and the muscles on his face piled up and squeezed along the direction of the force, causing his eyes to only be able to squint into a slit, shooting out brilliance and light from inside!

That light made him feel ashamed and humiliated!

This is what he deserves!

Perhaps he is really not suitable for boxing matches; he is just a clown.

He accepted his fate, but the coach did not accept his fate, "Wait, wait!"

"This is not our problem. Someone paid Logan to snipe Ethan. They said that as long as we can beat Ethan, no matter what means we use, they will give us a sum of money!"

Lance raised his hand, and those people around him temporarily stopped moving.

"Who is it?"

"A person named Eugene, introduced by a friend. I am not familiar with him!"

Elvin walked to Lance and said softly, "There is a guy named Eugene by Stone's side."

"They also have the motive to do so."

Lance nodded and waved his hand again. Two young men with baseball bats approached them.

The moment a hand was placed on the coach's shoulder, he suddenly turned around and punched out, but the fist stopped when it was ten centimeters away from the person's cheek behind him.

A gun was pointed at his head.

He slowly raised his hands, his face pale, "I can compensate you with money. Name a price."

"Iron Fist" Logan has also made a lot of money over the years through "sniping."

As long as Logan's legs are saved, the losses can be recovered sooner or later.

Once Logan is crippled, then there will be nothing.

Lance looked at him and said seriously, "Dreams are priceless!"

The sound of bones breaking and two screams came from the room. After a while, they were thrown onto the road.

Passing pedestrians looked at them with curiosity. Someone helped them call the police. This was the last time they appeared in people's sight.

"Eugene."

Lance sat in the chair and repeated the name.

"How much money did we win from them?"

Elvin briefly recalled, "It's almost seven or eight hundred thousand from so many games combined."

"What are you going to do about this?"

Lance directly picked up the phone, "What to do?"

"Of course, I'm going to ask Bandy for the person. There's no reason for him to do this and we have to reserve our opinions. If he dares to do it, I dare to ask for the person!"

The phone was quickly connected, "This is Bandy."

"Bandy, it's me, Lance."

Bandy felt a headache when he heard this name. Recently, he had heard this name from many people. The Bay Area seemed to have a little opinion on Lance for some inexplicable reason now.

He knew that those people were vaguely mentioning this matter to him, hoping that he could "perform" a little.

But he wasn't a fool. Before he figured out these things, he wouldn't mess around.

"Hello, Lance, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

In a flash, Bandy's hypocritical stuff was taken out. He and Lance couldn't be said to be very friendly at all. It would be good if he didn't slam the table!

Lance didn't stand on ceremony with him, "There is a person named Eugene by Stone's side. He caused trouble. Hand him over to me."

Bandi frowned. “I don’t know if he has this person around him, and I don’t know what happened.”

Lance briefly explained the situation, which made Bandi really feel that it was a bit troublesome.

The casino business is like this: if you don't do it, someone else will quickly come and do it. So even if you know that opening a gambling game will lose money sometimes, you still have to open it.

It's just to ensure that the market is always occupied by you.

It is understandable to use some means, but it is not right to be caught!

“I’ll check the situation on my end, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I have any new information…”