Chapter 163: No Holding Back! (Please Subscribe)

Bang!

He Yong slammed the boxing gloves in his hands hard onto the ground.

"Big Brother, am I not a member of Eastern Star?"

At this moment, he looked furious and complained, "Look, with just one shout from Hung Hing, their various Hall Masters scrambled to buy over thirty thousand sets of sportswear, but how many have I got here?"

"Just a little over ten thousand sets!"

Speaking of this, his face twisted, and his voice grew even angrier: "A difference of a full twenty thousand sets; where am I supposed to put my face?"

"Then tell me, how am I supposed to help you?"

Situ Haonan looked helpless and spread his hands, saying, "I've done everything I could!"

"Smiling Tiger and Mountain-Descending Tiger are both currently in the Netherlands with the Dragon Head!"

"Lei Yaoyang likes to act alone, and I can't find him for the time being!"

"It's a good thing Ben Shu is decent enough to have joined forces with Shamu and Kele to buy several thousand sets of sportswear!"

"Guhulun has also stepped up. You know the situation with the Eastern Star brothers; those who have money are truly rich, and those who don't are dirt poor. Being able to buy just over ten thousand sets is already quite good!"

Situ Haonan was truly patient with He Yong, whom he had cultivated himself: "Besides, do you think if you incite too many brothers to buy sportswear printed with your portrait, they won't grumble about it in their hearts?"

"I'm bringing glory to the society, what would they grumble about?"

He Yong said unhappily, "Why don't you let them try making it into the final four of the Fighting Tournament too?"

"Has water gotten into your brain? You still want to reason with bottom-tier Scum?"

Situ Haonan retorted, "Anyway, since they paid, they feel they have a share in your credit!"

"Damn it, they think too highly of themselves!"

He Yong was so angry he nearly vomited blood. Was there no justice or law left in this world?

With exciting matches, generous rewards, and proper promotion, the Fighting Tournament was currently so popular in Hong Kong that it had no rivals; one could say the entire public was paying attention.

Every contestant who performed brilliantly enjoyed the treatment of a star.

There were those who passed the preliminaries but were eliminated in the first round of the main tournament who, because they were handsome and rugged, were immediately scouted by companies to film advertisements.

Others, masters from martial arts schools, were directly hired by wealthy individuals as bodyguards.

In short, this Fighting Tournament allowed many previously unknown masters to gain immense fame overnight and earn a fortune by leveraging that surge in popularity.

That wasn't even counting the share of peripheral revenue from the organizers; the least they could earn was one hundred thousand Hong Kong Dollars!

For someone like He Yong, who was not only good-looking but had also fought his way into the final four, the fame and income were even more insane.

With Asia Television spending heavily on promotion, there was no shortage of spotlights cast upon He Yong.

He thoroughly enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being the center of attention!

Hearing that some Eastern Star Underlings wanted to share in this glory, he naturally was the first to refuse.

In the movies, he had won the championship in a Southeast Asian boxing tournament, but the harvest was just so-so.

It could only be said that the title sounded intimidating, but it provided him with little actual gain.

Before becoming champion, he hung around his Big Brother Situ Haonan's boxing gym, and after becoming champion, he was still a coach at his Big Brother's gym; so what was the point of being champion?

Not to mention any growth in income—that was non-existent.

At most, his status in the society improved, and he had to lead the charge when necessary.

The key was that his Big Brother, Situ Haonan, was the same type as Hung Hing's Taizi; they both played with underground boxing matches, and as for territory with lucrative businesses, there weren't many, or rather, it wasn't his turn to manage them yet.

But things were different now; he could be said to be known throughout Hong Kong.

Every audience member who had followed this fighting tournament knew that he, He Yong, could fight and was a master.

There were even film companies wanting to invite him to star in movies.

Not to mention that paparazzi were currently tracking and filming his daily life.

It forced him to pause his unruly lifestyle, not daring to expose his unsightly side in front of the cameras.

The immense fame brought by this public attention made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Not to mention the peripherals created by the organizers—whether it was combat power posters, postcards, action figures, other trinkets, or the most important sales share of sportswear—it had turned him into a millionaire in a short time; he was already considered a rich man.

Just for the sportswear printed with his portrait, the Eastern Star brothers had bought over ten thousand sets in response to his call.

And the purchase volume from passersby, similar to that of Hung Hing's Datou, totaled over thirty thousand sets.

It could be said that from the sales share of the sportswear alone, he could receive two million Hong Kong Dollars!

And reaching the final four, the minimum reward was five hundred thousand!

In other words, excluding other income, he had at least two point five million in the bag.

In fact, many Eastern Star members, including Big Brother Situ Haonan, had earned some money through phone betting, and he himself had earned hundreds of thousands.

It could be said that he was currently the most handsome guy in Eastern Star!

The reason he threw a tantrum and expressed dissatisfaction was mainly because he felt he was losing face.

Among the remaining four contestants in the tournament, only he and Datou had society backgrounds.

And he and Datou represented Eastern Star and Hung Hing respectively, so no matter what, they would be compared.

As a result, Hung Hing had bought over thirty thousand sets of sportswear endorsed by Datou in one go, over twenty thousand more than his; how could he show his face after that?

Situ Haonan was also depressed, but he had to coax He Yong!

It could be said that He Yong was his cash cow at the moment, not to mention that he was the Head Horse and Red Pole he had cultivated himself; no amount of importance placed on him would be too much.

Seeing that He Yong had vented enough, he then asked solemnly: "He Yong, put other things aside for now, do you have the confidence to go further?"

"I have zero confidence!"

Speaking of this, He Yong said gloomily: "My next opponent is Zhou Billy!"

"That guy is really strong; at the very least, I have zero confidence right now!"

"Sigh, it seems you can only go this far in this tournament!"

Situ Haonan shook his head and said, "Sometimes when I watch the matches, my scalp goes numb!"

He had no intention of using any dirty tricks, as the organizers provided extremely strict protection for the contestants.

It was not just the contestants; even the contestants' families were protected, all to ensure no outside factors interfered.

Originally, according to the rules, He Yong, as a semi-finalist, had to stay in a hotel provided by the organizers, the kind that completely cut off all internal and external communication.

It was only because He Yong stated that he could only adjust his condition to the best at the boxing gym run by his Big Brother Situ Haonan that the organizers reluctantly agreed to let him return.

Yet even so, there were organizers' staff outside the boxing gym, as well as a camera crew following and filming, leaving no opportunity for He Yong or Situ Haonan to pull any dirty tricks.

Seeing how much the organizers valued this, Situ Haonan dared even less to play any dirty tricks. If it were exposed, it would be a loss of face for all of Hong Kong.

Even if the East Star Dragon Head Luotuo came, he would not dare to act rashly.

"That guy is just too fierce!"

He Yong said helplessly, "I heard that if it weren't for that Hung Hing Big Brother who is the organizer sending his best fighters to intercept him, I'm afraid Zhou Billy's entry into the semi-finals would have been even smoother!"

"That's right, those guys with extremely high resistance to beatings are all subordinates of that Hung Hing Sai Kung Hall Master, right? Especially that match in the round of sixteen, it seems like the Hung Hing Sai Kung Branch Red Pole Zhang Yong went out himself?"

"Indeed, that match was fought too tragically!"

Speaking of this, even with He Yong's arrogance, he could not help but show a trace of admiration.

"That fellow Zhang Yong, he endured two rounds from Zhou Billy, and in the end, he even fought until his hand bone fractured before losing, right!"

"That is indeed the case. I heard that when he was sent to the hospital for examination, he even had a mild concussion!"

"Did he have to be so desperate? Zhou Billy's consumption in that match didn't look small either!"

"It wasn't small. In the quarter-finals, Zhou Billy faced the Wo Shing Tsuen Wan Hall Master Da D, and he actually managed to endure two rounds before winning. That guy Da D really picked up a huge bargain!"

"What do you know?"

Speaking of this, Situ Haonan lowered his voice and explained the reason: "Zhou Billy's fame is too great. If they don't go all out to intercept him, Hung Hing's Gambling Hall over in Macau will lose miserably!"

"Didn't you notice that since the main tournament, Zhou Billy's opponents have all been very troublesome?"

"Especially the fighters under the Hung Hing Sai Kung Hall Master; they are all fighting very hard. Zhou Billy has fought his way here, and his own consumption is no joke!"

"I watched carefully; there were a few matches where Zhou Billy had the risk of losing!"

"So that's how it is!"

He Yong suddenly realized, then indignantly said: "If you really want to talk about it, every contestant who entered the quarter-finals basically encountered interceptions from his fighters; even Datou wasn't spared!"

"If it were me, I would do the same!"

Situ Haonan said dismissively: "I heard that the bets accepted by Hung Hing's Gambling Hall in Macau have already exceeded tens of millions. For the sake of this money's safety, no one is allowed to take advantage!"

"Indeed, the elite fighters of the Hung Hing Sai Kung Branch are very troublesome!"

He Yong said depressedly: "Being able to take several of my heavy punches and still not fall... I was also unprepared and took quite a few punches and kicks, so my condition has never been able to stay at its peak!"

"In the round of thirty-two, I met an expert from the Mantis Boxing Gym and almost capsized in the gutter!"

"Sigh, this year is really a pity!"

Situ Haonan could not help but sigh, though he did not say what he found a pity.

"Big Brother, don't worry!"

He Yong cheered himself up and said loudly: "Even if I can't beat Zhou Billy, in the third-place match, I will definitely take down Hung Hing's Datou!"

"Oh, why do you think Hung Hing's Datou will play the third-place match against you?"

Situ Haonan became interested and asked: "After all, they are on the same side!"

"Hehe, don't worry, Big Brother!"

He Yong sneered: "After all, this is the first 'Infinite Fighting Tournament'. That Hung Hing Sai Kung Hall Master won't dare to easily throw the match. Once the reputation is damaged, how can the second one continue?"

"You're right!"

Situ Haonan's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "It seems we need to give the organizers some public opinion pressure before the match; there can't be the slightest suspicion of throwing the match!"

"Yes, that's exactly what we should do!"

He Yong echoed loudly: "Big Brother, it's best to contact all the martial arts gyms, as well as those boxing gyms that are actively participating!"

(End of this chapter)