Alex returned to the locker room after the first fight of this little smoker tournament that Korea's wealthy elite was putting on to display the effectiveness of their bodyguards. And while he did so, he found his employer waiting for him. She appeared to be looking at Alex differently, as if the man actually had the talent to go far as a professional boxer, which she was quick to voice.
"You dropped that guy three times in the first round? Are you sure you don't want to be a boxer instead?"
A slight scoff escaped Alex's mouth as he shat on his own victory.
"The man wasn't a professional, and I had 55 pounds on him. He never really had much of a chance, especially because I went after him with full power from the start. If I went against a real boxer my own size, I might be able to last a few rounds, maybe even finish the fight, but the odds are he'd win. I'm a much better fighter when I'm not restricted by as many rules…."
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