"I don't know. But I know he's fierce. Don't hold back with him."
"Understood." Lincoln went down to the courtyard while Venomus spoke with President Lux.
"Good evening, Mr. Lux. I see you brought your son."
"Yes. It's time to teach him about the family business."
The president's son was the same arrogant boy who had insulted Giggles and Luan at that party. Seeing the white-haired man entering the courtyard, an expression of anger appeared on the boy's face. "Dad, that's the bad boy who insulted me at that party with the ugly girls." He said it in his strawberry boy tone.
"What?" He saw Lincoln. He remembered that day when his son came home crying with stains on his pants. He told him a false story that he was being harassed by ugly girls and that by rejecting them, the albino had frightened him so much that he used physical force, causing him to have this embarrassing accident.
"That damned peasant. I'll catch him." Lux took out his cell phone, but Venom stopped him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lux. But you can't do anything against this boy."
"What? Why not?"
"He's my fighter."
Hearing this surprised the arrogant rich man.
"As I am sure you know, it is strictly forbidden to use your influence to harm a fighter for reasons that are not related to the interests of the association."
Mr. Lux was disappointed that he couldn't use his money to ruin Lincoln's life. But being an entrepreneur, he always had an idea to work with.
"In that case, Professor, don't mind making a bet."
"What are your thoughts?"
"I will bet all my assets, my company, and my precious metal mines. My physical possessions and goods."
"Impressive. I think I should match your bet and bet all of my monopoly."
"No, Professor, none of that. Although it would be nice to be the owner of every industrial and commercial branch you own, I have a better idea."
"Then what do you want?"
"If I win, you will give me your fighter contract."
"Sorry, I think I heard wrong. I thought I heard that you wanted to hold the contract of young Lincoln Loud."
"You're listening carefully. Unless you think your fighter isn't strong enough to win."
Venom was not a man to be intimidated by a challenge. So he didn't hesitate to answer, "I accept your bet."
"Excellent. Let's make it official then."
According to the association's bylaws, for a bet of this size, a contract must be concluded with the signature of both bettors and five witnesses vouching for it.
While putting his signature on it, Lux thought maliciously. "He was abandoned. The truth is that I had doubts about choosing this crazy man as my fighter, but he turned out to be very useful. Now he will bring me a good slave. Lincoln Loud, you will pay the price for humiliating my son."
In the courtyard below the court, the show began.
"Tonight. The ownership rights to the platinum mine will be disputed between these two companies."
"Representing Venomus Industries. Lincoln Loud: (White Wolf)!
Against. the corporate representative.
Horace Mahoney: (Bonebreaker)."
Lincoln's opponent was a 6'2" man. He had broad, muscular arms. (189 cm)
He was wearing a coat torn at the sleeves and long, dirty brown trousers. He was chained from his wrists to his legs and neck. The handcuffs he was wearing had red lights on them, meaning they were electronic shackles.
Venom credited Lincoln's opponent for his trips to prisons and insane asylums in search of fighters and "specimens." "Serial killer Horace Mahoney. I never imagined that someone like Lux would recruit someone like him to represent him. It won't be easy for Lincoln."
"Fighters ready? Fight!"
Lux pressed a button on a console and unlocked the shackles.
The man ran toward Lincoln and knocked him down, but the boy evaded him by jumping to the side. The giant's fist collided with the ground, forming a crater.
Thanks to the force of the hit, echolocation gave him a clearer picture of his surroundings.
He left a hole in the ground with just one hit. This guy is nothing like the ones I've encountered.
Before Horace could pull his fist out of the ground, Lincoln ran up to him and started punching him in the arm and ribs, but it didn't seem to hurt him.
"Damn, his meat is so tough."
Horace broke free and hit Lincoln in the stomach with a hammer blow, sending the boy flying and crashing into a wall, spitting blood in the process.
Lincoln fell to the ground, holding his stomach. "Damn. It hurts so much I can't stand up."
Horace ran back to Lincoln and grabbed him by the hair. The giant started hitting Lincoln in the face, then slammed him into the ground, then into a wall, and finally tossed him into the air, sending him into the middle of the courtyard.
Lincoln suffered several bruises on the skin and dislocated his arm from the fall, but his ordeal was only just beginning.
Horace grabbed Lincoln's dislocated shoulder and waist, lifted him above his head, and began to bend him.
Mr. Lux watched the boy suffer with delight. "I suppose he would still be of some use without being able to walk."
Meanwhile, Venom was pure in the face of the situation.
For his part, Lincoln felt his spine bend to an unbearable point. It was excruciating, but before it could be cut like a toothpick, Lincoln stuck his thumb into the knuckles inside Horace's eye. The pain the giant felt made him let go of Lincoln and take his hand to his eye.
Lincoln took advantage of this to punch him in the face, breaking his nose, but the pain in his back and arm made him lie down.