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Uncle Hai here.

After hanging up Pan Junbin's call, he immediately looked up the Brave Fighters Fitness Club online.

This Brave Fighters Fitness Club is the largest gym in Jiangcheng.

It has over ten thousand members and an annual revenue of over fifty million.

Such profits are quite substantial.

It doesn't matter, it's just a fighting club.

Messing it up a bit and causing it to lose some money is no problem.

So, he immediately called a friend at the Jiangcheng Culture and Sports Bureau.

The call was quickly connected.

Uncle Hai went straight to the point, "Old Lü, do me a favor, could you mess with that Brave Fighters Fitness Club in Jiangcheng for me? I don't want much, just tarnish their reputation a bit and have them lose some money, that's all..."

He had a good relationship with this friend and thought he would agree readily.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Unexpectedly, the friend hesitated and said, "President Hai, given our relationship, I'd definitely help, but this Brave Fighters Fitness Club is a tough nut to crack."

Uncle Hai furrowed his brows, rather perplexed, "Isn't it just a fighting club? What's so difficult about it?"

Old Lü explained, "This club is held by Lai Mei Fitness Holdings, you should know this company, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Hai knew that Lai Mei Fitness was a bigger fitness brand within the province, but he wasn't very familiar with it; thus he said, "I know, Lai Mei Fitness isn't that big. Look, I'll go have someone send them a message. I doubt they'll arm wrestle with me over a small club in Jiangcheng."

Having said that, Uncle Hai hung up the phone.

Then he dialed another number, this time to the Provincial Culture and Sports Bureau.

He was sure that having the Bureau send a message to Lai Mei Fitness would intimidate them, and then he could trample over Brave Fighters Fitness Club however he wanted.

Suddenly, the call was connected.

Uncle Hai said directly, "Old Luo, help me pass a message to Lai Mei, just say I want to mess with their Brave Fighters Fitness Club branch in Jiangcheng."

His words were quite arrogant.

Old Luo frowned and said, "Old Hai, don't mess with them, this Lai Mei Fitness isn't simple."

Uncle Hai was taken aback, "What's so special about them?"

Old Luo immediately replied, "Lai Mei Fitness is a holding of Fengyun Fighting; Fengyun Fighting's scale is almost the same as your family's company. If you mess with their subsidiary, it's simply biting off more than you can chew. If you two start a big fight, it'll definitely end with both sides losing, which doesn't benefit anyone."

Uncle Hai furrowed his brow, "What kind of company is this Fengyun Fighting?"

He really wasn't familiar with this area.

By the name alone, it seemed like some company involved in fighting.

Old Luo responded in exasperation, "Look it up yourself."

With that, Old Luo hung up the phone.

Uncle Hai had no choice but to put down his phone and search online.

Soon enough, he found information about Fengyun Fighting.

It was a nationwide fighting brand.

It had many subsidiary fitness brands and organized various fighting competitions every year, such as boxing, Sanda, and mixed martial arts.

The overall scale was indeed about the same as the Pan Family's company, roughly thirty billion.

There was no helping it; combat sports weren't very popular in Huaxia, and the industry ceiling was pretty low.

"That's it, huh?"

Uncle Hai sneered disdainfully.

A nationwide brand was just about on par with the Pan Family's company.

Was he going to personally deal with the holding fight club under his control, and expect to come and fight himself on stage?

Obviously, that would not be wise.

Besides, the headquarters of Fierce Storm Fights is in the capital city, miles and miles away.

In the province, it was his home turf; even if the other party wanted to challenge the Pan Family's company, they would definitely lose.

So, he was ready to call Old Lü in Jiangcheng and have him take action.

But just as he was about to dial out, he suddenly saw a news headline: "Rumors claim that Fierce Storm Fights is a subsidiary of the Western Gambling Company; Fierce Storm Fights issues a statement for clarification."

Seeing this news, Uncle Hai's gaze sharpened.

Was this information true or false?

He had to clarify it, as it was crucial.

Uncle Hai immediately flipped open his address book, found a phone number, and dialed it.

This was a friend of his, a former professional boxer who had competed abroad and, although now retired, was still working in the professional boxing industry.

The call connected quickly.

"Hey, Uncle Hai, you have time to call me today?" his friend's hearty laughter rang out.

"I have something to ask you," Uncle Hai said.

"What's up? From your tone, it sounds pretty mysterious," his friend laughed.

"I saw in the news that Fierce Storm Fights is a subsidiary of the Western Gambling Company?" Uncle Hai asked.

"That's just nonsense spread by others; don't take it seriously," his friend chuckled.

"So it's nonsense," Uncle Hai sighed in relief.

"Uncle Hai, why are you asking about this?" his friend asked curiously.

The Pan Family's business didn't seem to have anything to do with this. Was it possible that they were looking to expand into this field?

"I'm thinking of messing with a small company held by Fierce Storm Fights. I saw the news that Fierce Storm Fights is a subsidiary of the Western Gambling Company. Although Fierce Storm Fights has issued a statement clarifying it, I wanted to be cautious and ask you. Since it's not true, there's nothing to be afraid of," Uncle Hai explained truthfully.

"Holy shit, you're going to mess with their subsidiary?" his friend was startled.

"Yeah, what about it?" Uncle Hai asked, puzzled.

"Uncle Hai, you're asking for trouble," his friend warned.

"What's the problem? Isn't it just a company held by Fierce Storm Fights? If I mess with it and cause it to lose some money, can it actually eat me alive? My Pan Family is comparable in size to Fierce Storm Fights, and I'm only targeting its Jiangcheng subsidiary. Here in the province, it's the Pan Family's home turf; they couldn't harm me even if they wanted to," Uncle Hai said nonchalantly.

"Holy shit, don't you understand what I'm saying? Fierce Storm Fights is the subsidiary of the Western Gambling Company. I lied to you just now!" his friend said.

"What! Didn't you just say it wasn't true?" Uncle Hai was taken aback.

"Ah, could I just say anything about such a matter? Let me tell you, not even the commerce bureau knows about this, let alone other people. If I weren't in this industry and hadn't heard it by chance, I would not have known either. Now I'm telling you explicitly, Fierce Storm Fights is indeed a subsidiary of a very influential Western Gambling Company.

The Western Gambling Company is not to be trifled with; you better not mess around!" his friend cautioned sternly.

"Holy shit! If you hadn't told me the truth, my Pan Family could have been ruined!"

Uncle Hai's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his back was soaked through as well.

Without his friend having to say it, he knew the Western Gambling Company was not to be messed with.

After all, boxing is an extremely popular sport in Western countries.

Those boxers, fighting in just one bout, could earn hundreds of millions of dollars.

Why could they make so much money?

Was it from selling the broadcast rights or tickets?

It wasn't those things.

While those could make money, it was only a small amount.

The real money was made elsewhere.