When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

This was not a whim of hers, but was developed as part of the minion development plan that she had agreed with Doom a long time ago, and she moved from the IT industry to the entertainment industry. There are so many examples in the past life, such as Tong Xun and Ali, it would be abnormal if Maya didn't plan in advance.

Hollywood is now finished, and the old forces have been broken up. It is a good time for new forces to rise. Doom is not a fool. With a little reminder from Maya, he established a new Minions Agency.

It was also because of the Minion Group that Natalie joined this grassroots team.

As for boxers Jack and Jennifer, they came in through the back door through connections.

Oh, by the way, on Thanksgiving day, Uncle Cage and other Hollywood giants, as well as Bill Gates and others, were all jailed, uh, released by Director Carter. After all, it was Thanksgiving.

Therefore, Michael, the original founder of CAA, was recruited by Doom. Doom was rich and had a promising Minion Company, while Michael was experienced and well-connected. The two hit it off and started working together with their own agendas.

It was also because of Michael's operation that boxer Jack was able to rise from an amateur black boxing player to the top. His first official match was against boxing champion Tyson.

"What's going on with Tyson?" Maya asked Doom in the box.

Doom shook his head to express his ignorance, and Michael answered: "The U.S. economy is in a mess, and many big guys are a little overwhelmed, such as"

Michael pointed to the box next door, "For example, James, the owner of this stadium. They fished Tyson out in order to sell tickets."

"No, even the cable TV group can't hold on," Doom said doubtfully.

He feels very good recently. Not only has his net worth not declined, but it has skyrocketed.

During the timeout at the end of the round, Maya left Skye and Natalie in the box, trotted to the side of the arena, looked at Jack with a bruised nose and swollen eyes and asked: "Jack, are you okay?"

"Hahaha"

Hearing this, Jack laughed heartily, "Why not? I feel better than ever before. Oh my god, I blocked Tyson for four rounds, but I still didn't get knocked out. This time it's amazing." It’s so developed, haha.”

"Uh"

Maya looked at Tyson, who was glaring at Jack with a ferocious expression on the opposite side, and felt aggrieved by him.

This is Tyson's comeback match. It can be regarded as a special show arranged by the backstage boss. The ones used to back up the show are usually newcomers who will be eliminated in one or two rounds.

Although Jack has been competing for more than ten years, he is indeed a newcomer. He has just registered with the boxing association and today is his first match.

The break was only one minute, and with a crisp clang, Jack and Tyson quickly put on their braces again and walked to the center of the ring.

"Matthew, your dad is still betting on boxing," Maya asked the nervous Matthew in a low voice.

"No, how can we bet on boxing in such a formal competition?" Matthew shook his head and denied.

"However, Mr. Michael said that as long as my father is not killed by Tyson, he can get a bonus of fifty thousand US dollars. Come on, Flame Jack, come on Flame Fire Fist, Fire Fist Jack, Oye."

Looking at Matthew, whose face was flushed with excitement, Maya also nodded happily. He became an official boxer. Jack no longer had to have a gun put to his head for fake punches. The fate of Matthew and his son has completely changed. It's good. Change.

My little brother is living a happy life, and the president is also happy.

Maya was happy, Matthew was happy, and Jack was happy. However, a tall white young man in the corner of the auditorium had a gloomy look on his face, especially when Jack finally persisted for six rounds and did not fall down, holding up his flaming fists and receiving cheers from the audience. , he cursed viciously

"He is indeed a lucky man. In fact, Creel, you can be luckier than him."

"Who"

Hearing this voice, young Creel quickly turned his head and saw a distinguished gentleman looking at him gently.

He is 1.9 meters tall, with a shiny semi-long back hair, extremely delicate facial features, and an elegant black cashmere woolen coat, which contains a well-tailored white shirt and a gray plaid vest.

Is this man a prince from Europe?

Creel thought about it and narrowed his eyes.