Chapter 497: Handing Over People
Ethan was also sent to the hospital after the match; his mandible was fractured.
The doctor held the X-ray film that had just been taken and looked at it against the white light board for a while, and even pointed out the place where the fracture was with his finger.
"The problem is not big, a fracture; I heard he is a boxing athlete?" The doctor put the X-ray film aside.
The coach nodded, "Yes, we just finished a match, and it was this match that caused these."
"Will it affect his future athletic career?"
The coach had heard of people having their chins shattered, but he hadn't really encountered it; 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 comforted his emotions, "I think there is no problem; the fracture is not very serious, but it is best not to participate in matches in the short term, or try to avoid this part of the mandible from being impacted as much as possible."
"In a sense, such a subtle fracture is good for his athletic career!"
The doctor looked at the dazed coach and the people around him and simply explained the process of bone reconstruction after injury.
And emphatically introduced that the bone quality of the healed bone will be harder and more reliable.
Hearing that it wouldn't affect Ethan's professional career, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as they were talking, a young captain walked in from outside carrying a bag.
Lanse glanced at it and left the room.
"This was found in the trash can in the passage; it should have been thrown away by them."
Lanse opened the bag and saw a pair of dry, hard bandage hand wraps.
He weighed them; they had some weight.
Just at this time, the coach in the room also came out from outside, and Lanse handed the bag over.
The coach knew Lanse and still had some awe for Lanse; he didn't quite understand, but he still took it and took a look.
Just with that look, his blood pressure shot up, and his face turned red!
"Motherfucker, these sons of bitches actually played dirty!"
He took out the two plaster gloves that now looked like a ball, his mouth cursing non-stop!
"They all say Logan is dirty, but there has never been any evidence of him cheating; so it was here!"
The coach looked at Lanse, "Mr. Lanse, what do you plan 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 he wouldn't have been chosen by Lanse.
Gangs betting on boxing or fighting underground boxing matches also need boxers.
These boxers must be their own people, but they also need professional coaches and techniques, so the coach often provides guidance on training for local gangs or some underground boxers.
He once also thought about becoming a boxing champion, but his talent limited his performance, so much so that he still hasn't won any championship at any level until now!
Now he has pinned all his hopes on Ethan; although he couldn't become a boxing champion, he could 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!
Lanse nodded, "They will pay the price."
Plain and straightforward, but it made the coach feel an extraordinary power; he nodded forcefully, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me; Ethan is also my brother."
Soon Lanse's people took action; Logan was seriously injured, and after the concussion, he needed to rest in bed for a period of time, and he was also hit hard in the chin; he also needed a full check-up and hospitalization.
They left earlier than Ethan, so they finished the check-up earlier.
The coach was talking to him by the bed about some subsequent developments; Logan was clearly a bit distracted.
"Hey, kid, listen to me."
"Losing to those monsters is not your problem; they are monsters, monsters, understand?"
"Even if the boxing champion came to take a punch from you, he would have to fall down, but look at him, he can recover so quickly; this is not your problem!"
Logan's lips moved; he cheated and still didn't win, so whose problem could it be?
But what the coach said was not unreasonable; such heavy fists are something ordinary people can't handle at all; that really is a monster.
"Your technique still has room for improvement; I have formulated several plans..."
He was talking when the door of the ward was pushed open, and some people wearing trench coats with red armbands on their left upper arms walked in.
The coach stood up immediately; he looked at these people with a serious face, "Did you go to the wrong room?"
He could feel that these people were not good people.
Another young man walked in from outside the door; his gaze fell on the two of them, and finally, he grinned, showing his teeth, and said with a smile, "Mr. Lanse wants to see you!"
Ten minutes later, the two saw him in Lanse's office.
Both the coach and Logan behaved very cooperatively and were also very low-key and humble; they knew they were facing a gang, and they also knew how to deal with gangs.
If both sides fought fairly on the ring, then they wouldn't fear these people, but these people are not boxers and won't talk about rules with them; they will only pull out pistols and shoot at them when needed, so they were very cooperative.
Lanse looked at the two of them, then took out the two rock-hard bandage gloves and placed them on the table.
When seeing this thing, the expressions of both of them changed; there was suspicion, regret, and fear. "Ethan is my brother."
"He has always wanted to find his own strengths and do something for us."
"He is tall, he is strong, he is very strong, and he found his position and future in boxing."
"He trained hard, did every tactical arrangement according to the coach's requirements, and he was still training self-disciplinedly the night before the match to prepare for today's match."
Lanse tapped his fingers on the table, "But you used despicable and dirty means to insult his seriousness!"
"You are not worthy of competing with him on the ring; you are like two clowns, making me feel disgusted!"
"Break their legs and throw them out."
Lanse leaned back and decided their fate; Logan just turned pale and didn't speak.
In his mind, he once again flashed the scene when his fist landed on Ethan's chin, 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, and the spirit and light that shot out from inside!
That light made him feel ashamed and embarrassed!
This is what he deserves!
Perhaps he really isn't suitable for boxing matches; he is just a clown.
!.
He resigned himself, but the coach didn't, "Wait, wait!"
"This is not our problem; someone paid Logan to snipe Ethan; they said as long as we can beat Ethan, no matter what means we use, they will give us a sum of money!"
Lanse raised his hand, and the people around them temporarily stopped their actions.
"Who is it?"
"A person named Eugene, introduced by a friend; I am not familiar with him!"
Aierwen walked to Lanse's side and whispered, "There is a guy named Eugene beside Shi Dong."
"They also have the motive to do so."
Lanse nodded and waved his hand again; two young men holding baseball bats approached them.
The moment a hand was placed on the coach's shoulder, he turned around and stabbed out a punch, but when his fist was ten centimeters away from the cheek of the person behind him, it stopped.
A gun was pressed against his head.
He slowly raised his hands, his face pale, "I can pay you back with money; name a price."
"Iron Fist" Logan has also made a lot of money through "sniping" over the years.
As long as Logan's legs are kept, the losses can be earned back sooner or later.
Once Logan is lame, then there will be nothing left.
Lanse looked at him and said seriously, "Dreams are priceless!"
The sound of bones breaking came from the room, along with two screams; a moment later, they were thrown onto the road.
Passing pedestrians looked at them with curiosity; someone helped them call the police, and this was the last time they appeared in people's sight.
"Eugene."
Lanse sat in the chair and repeated the name.
"How much money did we win from them?"
Aierwen simply recalled, "Adding up all those matches, it's about 700,000 or 800,000."
"How do you plan to handle this matter?"
Lanse directly picked up the phone, "How to handle it?"
"Of course, it's to ask Bandi for the person; there's no reason for us to reserve our opinion when he did this thing; he dares to do it, and I dare to ask for it!"
The phone was quickly connected, "This is Bandi."
"Bandi, it's me, Lanse."
Bandi had a headache when he heard this name; recently he had heard this name in many people's mouths, and the Bay Area seemed to have a bit of an opinion about Lanse for no reason now.
He knew that those people mentioning this matter to him in a vague, half-hearted way hoped he would "show" something.
But he wasn't a fool; before figuring out these things, he wouldn't mess around.
"Hello, Lanse, long time no see, how have you been recently?"
In a turn of thought, Bandi took out that set of hypocritical things; he couldn't talk about being very friendly with Lanse at all; it was already not bad if they didn't slam the table!
Lanse didn't stand on ceremony with him, "There is a young man named Eugene beside Shi Dong; he caused trouble; hand him over to me."
Bandi frowned, "I don't know if there is such a person beside him, and I don't know what happened."
Lanse simply told the story, which made Bandi feel quite troublesome.
The casino business is like this; if you don't do it, soon others will come to do it, so even if you know that opening a market will lose money, you still have to open it.
It is just to keep the market occupied by yourself.
Using some means is understandable, but being caught is not right!
"I will understand the situation from my side; I will reply to you as soon as I have new news..."
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