Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Who is Max?

Sava sounded like they knew someone in the industry.

"You'll find out when we meet. Anyway, you have nowhere to stay right now, so why don't you come back to the camp with me first?"

In Ma Jieke's view, this guy is a highly educated talent who has studied finance and law. If you don't win over someone like that, how will you grow your business in the future?

Sava readily accepted his invitation; the black children in the shelter wouldn't tolerate him, and going back would only bring him more suffering.

When passing by Jessica's newbie supply station, Majab suggested that he go in and buy a tent.

In order to save money, this guy only bought the cheapest sleeping bag.

The three took the free subway back to base camp, where their families were dancing around the campfire.

When it comes to leisure and entertainment, the old Yankees are truly ingrained in their bones; they feel restless if they don't have some fun every day.

When Ma Jieke returned, everyone greeted him warmly.

Now everyone knows that a ruthless street fighter has arrived at the camp and has beaten the Blood Gang to a pulp.

"Hey Jack, wanna dance a close dance with the hottest babe here?"

Sandy swayed over, put her hand on his shoulder, and her eyes and tone were full of ambiguity.

Seeing her smug and arrogant demeanor, Fiona crossed her arms and grumbled, "Sandy, when you seduced my sister into sleeping with you, you never followed any procedures."

"Bitch, she seduced me first. Everyone in the South District knows your sister has a nickname: 'Always Granted'."

"What did you just say? Say it again!"

"What, you want to fight, Gallagher? The Milkovich family never produces cowards."

It sounds like Gallagher and Milkovich are their family names, and they're probably quite well-known in Chicago's South Side.

"Hey, hey, calm down, girls." Seeing the two about to fight over him, Ma Jie quickly stepped in to mediate: "Don't let a quarrel ruin your whole evening."

"Sandy, I'll definitely come dance with you after I finish what I'm doing."

"Fiona, remember your dream, I believe in you."

He patted Sandy on the shoulder and bumped fists with Fiona, demonstrating his impartiality and neutrality.

After searching around the campsite, I finally found Max. She was sitting on the steps of her RV smoking, with at least a dozen cigarette butts at her feet.

"Max?" Sava recognized her immediately. "Oh my god, I thought it was just a coincidence of names, but it really is you."

"Sava?" Max glanced at him, showing no joy at the reunion. "Why aren't you at the company researching match data? What are you doing here? As you can see, I'm penniless now and a laughingstock in the industry."

Sava shook his head with a wry smile: "Max, you're not the only one who's been eliminated. At least you have a car. Tonight I'll have to crawl into my sleeping bag. I hope it doesn't rain."

Upon hearing this, Max finally understood that the once-famous top agent had actually come to seek refuge with him. What a twist of fate!

"Can someone please explain what's going on?"

"Let me handle this," Ma Jieke chimed in. "This afternoon, when I was fighting on Sixth Street, he happened to see me. He invited me to participate in an underground fighting tournament as a scout, and since I'm really short on money, I was thinking of taking this opportunity to make some money. So I wanted to hear your opinion, since you're a professional."

"Underground fighting?" Upon hearing this, Max immediately rejected the idea: "Don't be ridiculous, Jack. Fighting in the ring is completely different from street brawls. Without systematic training, you can only serve as the lowest-level human punching bag. To put it bluntly, you're risking your life for money. You'll get a beating and they'll throw a few hundred dollars at you, but that's not even enough to cover your medical bills."

"See? I told you this wouldn't work."

Jimmy was very excited, after all, his idea had been recognized.

Sava didn't say anything, but took out his phone, opened a secretly recorded video, and handed it to Max: "Take a look at this first, and you can draw a conclusion after watching it."

Click play, and the screen displays a replay of the battle between Ma Jie and the Blood Gang.

As a boxing scout, I usually stop to observe when I see people fighting on the street. If I find any promising talents, I will record them and watch them repeatedly.

It's the same principle as scouts liking to go to Black communities and colleges to watch Black kids play basketball; they might just discover the next big talent.

Max didn't take it too seriously at first, but as the video progressed, a subtle change began to appear in his eyes.

Outsiders just watch the spectacle, but her focus was entirely on Ma Jieke's lower limbs and fists.

Cross step, dive and dodge, sway, feint, left hook to the liver, right hook to the head...

"Hiss!" Watching these fluid movements, he subconsciously inhaled the cool air into his lungs.

The second time, I simply slowed down the video by 0.5x and waited until the exact moment the attack was made before zooming out to see a close-up.

"So, do you still stick to your original idea?"

After patiently waiting for her to finish reading, Sava asked confidently.

Max was speechless, clutching his head and pulling at his hair with both hands. After a long while, he finally looked up at MaJack and asked, "Have you ever studied martial arts before?"

"I've learned a little," Ma Jieke said honestly, "very basic stuff, probably only a few lessons."

"Damn..." He couldn't help but curse, his expression quite helpless: "I take back what I just said. If you can maintain this level, you can practically walk around the ring without worrying about getting injured. Anyone who encounters you in the ring can only mean they didn't check the calendar before leaving home."

“That’s right.” Sava nodded in agreement. “You are the most terrifying rookie I’ve encountered in my five years as a boxing scout, and all you have to do now is turn that talent into money.”

Very good. It seems that the benefits of the [Fake Boxing Champion] are far more than just self-defense. However, the cooldown period is too long, requiring 3 days to activate once.

Regardless, the opportunity to earn your first pot of gold is right in front of you, so there's no reason not to take the plunge.

Sava and Jack hit it off immediately, the latter looking incredibly excited: "That's settled then, Jack. I'll be your agent and handle the event arrangements. As for the contract, that's only valid for the main events. Underground fighting isn't protected by law. The only thing we need to worry about is the IRS, so if I may ask, have you applied for a tax ID?"

"No." Jack Ma felt disgusted as if he'd heard the word "IRS"—it was like hearing dog shit.

I'm participating in an underground, illegal boxing match, and I still have to pay you taxes? How can you be so shameless?

"Leave that to me. From now on, I will protect you every step of the way."

After saying that, he looked at Max and said, "One person can't carry the whole load. How about considering a coaching position?"

"As long as I can make money, I can also work part-time as a strength and conditioning coach, target instructor, team leader, and massage therapist."

Max gave a wicked smile and said to Jack Ma, "Don't think I'm taking advantage of you. Underground fighting also needs to be impressive. The more professional your service team looks, the more likely you are to impress those big spenders who will invest in you. However, we are still missing a medical technician. I recommend Jimmy for the job."

"Jimmy, is he any good?" As far as I remember, this kid seems to have put all his skill points into jungling; I've never heard of him learning any medical-related skills.