Chapter 786: Miscellaneous matters

For a period of time afterward, Karl didn't live in the hospital all the time. He couldn't stand the hospital environment at all, so he moved back to his villa to live.

Fortunately, his injuries were all skin and flesh wounds and didn't involve bones, so the doctor didn't stop him.

Compared to the ward full of the smell of disinfectant and the male and female nurses walking around with cold eyes, what Karl truly needed at this moment was worship!

It was the worship from people's hearts!

It was the cheering sound from the bottom of people's hearts!

Cheering for him, and the worshipful eyes of those young people.

The news that Karl shot and injured a Federation soldier in the military area spread very quickly among the Slader group. The girls in the house brought this news outside the military area, and soon everyone knew.

Now, a considerable number of people rely entirely on their wives or daughters working in the relaxation building in the military area to obtain a stable economic source to continue living in the Federation.

Once a problem occurs on the military area side, it is very likely that their wives and daughters will lose their income, causing the family environment that is constantly getting better to suddenly return to the beginning.

Some families even have all the women who can go go together. Over the past year, the Sladers who fled to the Federation have deeply realized that without money in the Federation, this place is even more terrifying than hell!

People who have never been hungry will never know how terrifying the feeling of hunger is—that burning sensation of the stomach seeming to be entangled and digesting itself, the pain, and the psychological aspect.

In the end, they chose to compromise with life, not dignity.

If they were given another chance to choose, most of the people here wouldn't choose to come to this damn Federation!

However, they realized this truth a bit late, and there are no "ifs" in this world.

Between survival and dignity, everyone chose to live.

There were also some people who felt Karl didn't do the right thing. His doing this would intensify the contradiction between the soldiers and the girls, and might even intensify the contradiction between the soldiers and the Sladers.

If the military side didn't need their wives and daughters to work there, life would become a mess again.

This is the most terrifying, most disgusting, and most speechless scene in this society.

Even if you do a good deed, you can't make everyone say you are good; there are still people who will say you are bad.

Fortunately, the development of the matter didn't move in the direction they didn't want to see, and Admiral Miles didn't end the cooperative relationship with Lansi and was still continuing to maintain it.

Now the soldiers have become more polite and not so rude, which is said to be related to the military police constantly patrolling downstairs.

Their wives and daughters were not asked by the military to leave, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The relationship between Lansi and Admiral Miles maintains a very delicate balance. Whether it is a little to the left or a little to the right, it is not very appropriate.

From the end of August, newspapers like "Today's New Jincheng" began to promote the cruiserweight top-ten ranking match to be held in the New Jincheng Gymnasium.

Ethan, against a cruiserweight boxer ranked ninth.

New Jincheng side also did enough propaganda. After all, Ethan's nickname can now be "New Jincheng King Kong," the most potential player to compete for the gold belt.

Mayor Williams is still okay at being mayor. He knows the construction significance of promoting some well-known figures to a city.

With his active help, soon people also knew about this match.

Even people who had no interest in boxing matches began to become somewhat interested.

In the media's words, it seems that if Ethan wins this match, the people of New Jincheng will have occupied the whole world!

Time passed unconsciously, and it came to the match day. Two huge banners were hanging outside the gymnasium, one with Ethan's image and one with the currently ninth-ranked cruiserweight boxer in the boxing league.

Lansi and the others also bought tickets for this match.

As Ethan's best friend in the Federation, everyone would definitely be at the scene to cheer for Ethan.

Everywhere here, one could see guesses about whether Ethan had a chance to win against the ninth-ranked cruiserweight boxer. After all, Ethan was too young, and in terms of technique and psychology, he still had great room for improvement.

Between boxers with similar competitive levels, the power of the fist, boxing techniques, and perseverance are no longer the keys to deciding the outcome.

The key becomes experience and worldly wisdom.

Lansi sat in the VIP box and could also hear some people's discussions. Although they were looking forward to this match, they wouldn't necessarily look forward to Ethan winning. There were also some people who supported the ninth-ranked gentleman to win.

This is not strange.

There are always some people who haven't been optimistic about him since Ethan's second match. They always feel that this young man needs to take a hard fall.

The more stable Ethan performs, the more impatient they become, and the more they can't wait to see if Ethan will lose this match.

Compared to these people, there are also some good people.

Quite a few people in New Jincheng are chatting about Ethan, calling him the "boxing champion who walked out of the slums," especially the Imperial people, who feel honored because of him.

Those who are not very keen on immigrant descendants are also cheering and encouraging at this moment, hoping that New Jincheng can produce a boxing champion!

During wartime, people are too in need of these entertainment activities that can show the Federation's martial prowess and strength—bodybuilding, boxing, weightlifting.

These competitions are so popular that it's confusing. It's as if overnight, people have started to pay attention to these competitions, and they are enthusiastic and sought after.

Some people can even name many people and their achievements in these industries, which perhaps even those people themselves don't know they are so powerful.

The development of sports is activating the competitive and aggressive cells of Federation people. At the same time, these competitions can also reduce people's pressure. It is not surprising that people are willing to like sports.

"How much longer until it starts?" Lansi pushed open the door of the VIP box and walked in.

Ervin would definitely be here for this kind of thing. As Ethan's best friend, he would participate in almost every match.

Including some boxing matches Lansi didn't know about, he would also participate to cheer for Ethan.

"Five minutes at most. You came at just the right time!" Ervin said.

Not long after he finished speaking, accompanied by the ringing of the bell, the boxing match officially began.

At this moment, the entire gymnasium seemed to "come alive." People stood up and shouted loudly to vent the emotions they had suppressed on weekdays.

At this moment, they didn't need to hide their emotions. By means of this sports event, they vented completely.

When Ethan came out from the side passage, the people who had just sat down stood up again. People walking on both sides were loudly saying something to him, and some people wanted to reach out to touch him, but they were all blocked.

He once tried to figure out what these people were saying, but later failed, so now he just treated what these people said as a greeting, a beautiful wish.

He took a deep breath, held it in his chest, and while waving to the surrounding audience, he slowly moved his shoulders and arrived at the ring.

The commentator was introducing the people in Ethan's team that they knew through the loudspeaker and was also guessing what tactics the coach had given Ethan.

Ethan's opponent, the ninth-ranked gentleman, also arrived at the match scene. He looked very strong, even stronger than on the poster, just not very tall.

As time passed, the first round began.

The glamorous girl held the "Round 1" sign and displayed it to the surroundings on the ring before disappearing.

Ethan highly concentrated his attention. The noise seemed to disappear in an instant at this moment.

In his eyes, only his enemy remained—that ninth-ranked gentleman!

The first round officially began.

The two touched gloves in the middle of the ring, which counted as a kind of understanding.

Lansi sat in the chair, somewhat curious: "What is Ethan's opponent saying? I see his lips moving constantly."

Ervin looked over carefully: "I feel like he seems to be cursing."

Actually, he was indeed cursing. Trash talk is also part of sports, and in sports items that require more rationality, there are more people who talk trash.

Whether it is to anger others or make others troubled and distressed, even if their plan is half successful.

Ethan is a "good-tempered" one. The other party sprayed trash talk for a long time before he couldn't help but complain to the referee: "His mouth is like a diarrheic asshole, it hasn't stopped at all."

And just when he was complaining, the moment his attention shifted from the ninth-ranked gentleman to the referee, the ninth-ranked gentleman suddenly rushed up with a stride and threw a punch at Ethan's chin!

Fortunately, Ethan's reaction was fast and he dodged backward. The ninth-ranked gentleman's fist slid past Ethan's chin and didn't really hit him. Otherwise, this punch would have been enough to make Ethan lie down.

In an instant, the entire gymnasium was filled with screams. The commentator also talked about Ethan's momentary distraction just now in disbelief. A wonderful confrontation appeared so strangely and reasonably.

One punch didn't succeed, and the ninth-ranked gentleman immediately took the initiative to pull away from Ethan instead of pressing up.

He had watched some recordings of Ethan's matches and some test reports. His anti-dizziness ability was very strong.

Once the most fatal blow was lost, pressing up again would be very unwise.

Ethan's footsteps were slightly staggering. Don't look at it as just grazing; the fist was really heavy.

The referee warned the ninth-ranked gentleman: "This is a boxing match. If you talk trash again, I will directly judge you as having failed!"

The ninth-ranked gentleman grinned: "I don't think what I said is trash talk. I'm just giving a novice some lessons and experience."

"If you think this is trash talk, then I'll shut up!"

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