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However, this confident, even euphoric, superb uppercut missed its mark.

The man dodged his triumphant punch with a seemingly casual turn of his head.

Tyson was terrified, but his hands didn't stop. Instead, out of fear, he threw punches one after another, swinging his arms and unleashing a combination of more than ten punches in an instant! He used almost all the basic boxing techniques he had learned from his boxing coach.

However, the man's head seemed to be in a phantom state, he shrugged his shoulders and slowly shook his head, as if his fist had deliberately avoided the other person's head.

Tyson had given up on attacking his opponent's head and instead threw a punch at his opponent's chest, but Zhao Hao grabbed his fist.

Tyson thought of his temporary boss, who was stronger than him but had his wrist broken without any resistance. Could it be that I...?

Zhao Hao released his hand.

He looked at Tyson's t-shirt, which featured a shirtless man wearing boxing gloves.

Damn it, people are already copying the designs for these T-shirts! How infuriating!

He said to Tyson, "You like Ali?"

Tyson was covered in sweat, with sweat even dripping from his forehead.

In that brief exchange of less than a minute, without even touching his opponent, he had already exhausted most of his strength. Normally as strong as an ox, he was now panting heavily.

He looked at Zhao Hao and nodded.

Zhao Hao continued, "In September, Ali defeated Spinks by points to win another world championship belt. However, this is probably the last time he will win a championship belt."

Tyson looked somewhat indignant: "Impossible! Ali's skills and experience are top-notch! He can keep winning!"

Zhao Hao laughed: "No one can win forever. Who can defeat time? Ali is already 46 years old this year, which is an unacceptable age for a boxer."

Tyson was speechless. Indeed, Muhammad Ali, the seemingly invincible boxing champion in the ring, was now old.

He felt terrible, but he didn't know what he could do. He just stubbornly looked at Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao said to him, "Ali can't fight for much longer; he'll probably retire soon. So, do you want to become the next boxing champion after him?"

Tyson was struck dumb; he had never thought about what he wanted to do in the future.

Although the boxing coach in the juvenile detention center claimed to be a genius and taught him, he only wanted to use that knowledge to gain a greater advantage in street fights.

But the moment Zhao Hao asked, "Do you want to become the next boxing champion after him?" he suddenly felt an urge. He wanted to stand in the ring, crush all his enemies, and become the boxing champion!

Zhao Hao rummaged through his body; because of his writing habits, he always carried paper and pen with him.

He wrote down a phone number and handed it to Tyson: "Listen, you're not completely wicked yet, and I'm in a good mood today. So, you have a chance to reach the top."

Tyson reached out to take the note, but Zhao Hao took it back.

"Have you thought it through? To stand out from countless boxers and become the world's number one champion is no easy feat!"

"I've made up my mind!" Tyson nodded involuntarily.

"This will come at a price, and we absolutely cannot allow it to end halfway! Are you sure? Are you willing to pay any price, no matter how much hardship, sweat, or even bloodshed?"

"I'm willing to pay the price!" Tyson was even more determined this time.

"Even if you do reach that level one day, you must always be vigilant, not indulge in revelry. Always be prepared to meet new challenges, climb new peaks, and pursue greater glory... Are you willing to do all of this?"

"I do!" Tyson unconsciously pounded his chest with his fist, making a loud thud, as if to make it more formal.

Zhao Hao handed him the note. "Alright then, call this number tomorrow and say that Zhao Hao recommended you. Have Gou Quan find you a strong enough boxing coach. I'll tell you that you will become a boxing champion."

Zhao Hao smiled, this time with genuine joy, as if he had carefully made a tiny doodle on the canvas of fate.

"Tyson, it's Christmas today. Make a wish, and maybe Santa Claus will grant it."

Tyson stared at the note in his hand, too afraid to even clench it tightly.

He said, "I want to become a boxing champion! But I don't need Santa Claus to grant my wish; I'll do it myself."

"very good."

Zhao Hao put his arm around Elena and left. This time, they couldn't stroll around. Time was tight and the task was important; every moment was precious. They headed straight for the hotel!

Tyson stood there until Zhao Hao and his group disappeared around the street corner. He carefully slipped the note into his pocket, but worried about losing it, so he simply stood there and memorized the phone number…

The wheels started turning.

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Um, don't wait another day.

I listened to rock music all afternoon, and by evening I had no heart to write anything.

My fault.

Don't wait any longer...

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Chapter 162 After one night, they had all grown a lot.

Zhao Hao chose a high-end hotel, and the room was an expensive suite. It was clear this was a long-planned scheme!

I spent the whole afternoon asking around and even took the time to prepare family planning supplies...

The moon was perfectly round on Christmas Eve, and a gentle breeze was blowing. The weather was perfect.

With plenty of time to spare, Zhao Hao put a lot of effort into the preceding scenes in order to create a memorable and wonderful evening.

The lotus buds are just beginning to emerge; gently gather, slowly twist, and pick them.

On this special day, two consciousnesses intertwined in the ocean of psychic energy, rising and falling and swirling within it.

A gentle knock on the peach blossom viewing room, the jade pestle gently dampens, leaving a lingering fragrance.

The jade vortex, like a phoenix drawing in endless wonders, is lush with the fragrance of cardamom among the secluded grasses.

In their rapid breathing, the boundaries between them blurred, leaving deep imprints on each other.

……

The next morning, Zhao Hao woke up according to his biological clock.

I was truly sorry that I didn't cultivate in my dreams last night.

As Zhao Hao criticized himself, he gently sat up and turned to look at Elena.

Elena was still fast asleep, her long hair slightly disheveled and draped over her snow-white shoulders.

The curves of her fair back are incredibly alluring...

Last night, Elena put some of the knowledge she learned from Zhao Hao's book into practice.

As the saying goes, "What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand." Fallen petals are not heartless things; frost-touched leaves are redder than February flowers.

Elena was exhausted last night. Her tongue was sore, her hands were numb, and her body felt weak. She only slept for a little over half the night.

That night, Elena grew. As for Zhao Hao, he had no room for growth; he was already rotten to the core.

Zhao Hao's physique is naturally immune to even the slightest bit of hard work and late nights, but Elena is just an ordinary person, and still very young.

But it's still early, so let's go soon...

Without hesitation, Zhao Hao reached out to Elena, who was still fast asleep... More than an hour later, having used up another contraceptive, Zhao Hao got up with Elena, who was still feeling sore all over.

Zhao Hao settled the bill at the hotel reception, paid for the bed sheets, and then took Elena out for breakfast before taking a taxi home.

It's fine with Elena, but dealing with Aunt Sarah is a bit of a challenge.

Zhao Hao handed Elena to her mother and quickly ran away. A strange sense of guilt was creeping over him…

Elena was still very tired. After giving her mother a few perfunctory replies, she went upstairs to her room to rest.

Five minutes later, Sarah arrived at her daughter's room; Elena was already asleep.

Sarah carefully adjusted her daughter's collar and saw faint red marks on her neck.

Zhao Hao was already being very careful, worried about hurting Elena. But when he got too engrossed in the moment, he couldn't quite control himself.

Sarah smiled, tucked Elena in, kissed her on the forehead, and quietly left.

Downstairs, his son, Little Hughman, was carrying his new toy car, ready to go upstairs to show it off to his older sister. He had already confirmed that his new car was incredibly sturdy and indestructible; he even used it as a stool.

He had to show off to his older sister and see her frustrated expression when she tried everything to destroy his car but failed.

Unfortunately, he was stopped by his mother at the bottom of the stairs: "Your sister is sleeping right now. If you wake her up, I won't stop her from scolding you."

Thinking of his older sister's fighting prowess, Little Hughman chose to follow his heart. He planned to show off his car when his sister woke up.

What he didn't know was that his sister no longer needed his car.

Worried that too much force might injure Elena, Zhao Hao always let her control the car herself. She's now personally driving the manual transmission, and she's driving incredibly fast!

……

When Zhao Hao got home, he found a message from Gou Quan on his phone, so he called back.

Previously, Gou Quan and Zhao Hao's shell companies were thriving, making a fortune every day; otherwise, they wouldn't have attracted drug dealers. This shows that prostitution, gambling, and drugs are all on the same level.

At that time, Gou Quan rented a large office, bought some belongings, and got a company phone, so he went from a shell company to an office company.

However, after the Imperial Uncle's career was cut short, things went downhill day by day.

The person on the other end answered the phone: "Hello, this is Godaody Cultural Industry Group. How can I help you?"

Gou Quan's voice came through, and it was a clear and resonant broadcast voice that he had practiced for a long time.

"It's me, Zhao Hao."

Gou Quan's voice immediately became lazy and glib, "Hey, I thought business had come knocking."

Zhao Hao asked, "Why are you calling me so early in the morning? Is there something you need?"

"Morning?" Gou Quan's voice rose. "It's already ten o'clock, brother! The early bird catches the worm! You need to make some money!"

"I know that the early bird catches the worm... but I don't need to make money, I'm not interested in money." Zhao Hao's happiness was known only to himself, oh, and Elena knew it too.

Gou Quan was enraged by Zhao Hao's Versailles declaration: "You're not interested in money, so you got a black guy to call me and say he wants to learn boxing from me?"

Zhao Hao was taken aback at first. What black guy? What boxing?

Suddenly it dawned on me that Tyson must have called Gou Quan early in the morning.

Only Black people can call other Black people "niggers"...