Ali's lips curled into a cold smirk as he stared at Chen Hao. Though he wouldn't be overconfident, in his heart, he mostly held disdain for Chen Hao.
Think about it, he had dominated the underground boxing world for over a decade, having encountered strong opponents by the hundreds, if not dozens. When was it not a fight to the death? And when had his opponents not ultimately died at his hands?
For him, with his rich combat experience, even if he now faced someone slightly more skilled than himself, it's doubtful they would be his match!
"I am the king of the underground boxing world. If it weren't for my overwhelming strength requiring me to abide by the underground rules and throw fights to make money, there's no way I would stoop to following someone else's orders!" Ali scoffed inwardly. Luckily, the leader here usually treated him quite well and paid him a good salary; otherwise, with his temperament, how could he willingly take orders from anyone else?