Horace stands up as best he can and approaches Lincoln, pulling his broken leg until he is face-to-face with him. They both interlocked their fingers in a battle of strength as the other tried to push his opponent. Even with only one leg, Horace's resistance was impressive, but what he didn't count on was that Lincoln would respond by kicking Horace's good leg, breaking his other femur.
Horace knelt in pain. He was unable to stand anymore, which Lincoln took advantage of by grabbing him by the neck with both hands, then lifting him up and beginning to strangle him.
The pressure exerted by Lincoln's hand was too much, even for Horace's stiff muscles. The giant begins to hit Lincoln in the chest, causing bruises and even causing the boy to spit up blood, but this is not enough for him to let go. Suddenly, vein-like marks began to appear as bright as fire on Lincoln's back, up his spine to his shoulders, chest, and face.
Horace continued to hit with more force, to the point that he broke the bones in his fingers and wrists. Despite that, he kept hitting. Horace's face was turning purple from lack of air, and his remaining eye began to bleed and swell. In that moment, for the first time, Horace felt what it was like to be at the mercy of someone who intended to end your life. In that moment, the predator became prey.
Finally, the sound of the fighting ended. A sound like breaking branches was heard throughout the place, even with the sound of rain. But what stood out most about the scene was the position of Horace's head, which was tilted back by one hundred and forty degrees while blood came out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. But as the saying goes, better safe than sorry, so Lincoln threw him into a dry tree whose top had been weathered so many times that it was as sharp as a stake. Horace's body was hung from the tree, going under his ribcage and coming out through his mouth.
Everyone looked stunned at the end of the battle, except for Venomus, who was extremely happy with his fighter.
"Winner: Lincoln Loud!" The referee declared Lincoln the winner as the boy left the courtyard and headed inside the building.
Meanwhile, Professor Venomus approached Mr. Lux, who was on his knees, with tears in his eyes and an expression of despair on his face. When he looked up, he saw Professor Venom holding the contract in front of him.
Lux knows what he means. "Please, Professor. What if we renegotiate the terms? How about a corporate alliance?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lux. But a bet is a bet, and it has to be honored." Venomus looked at the contract with satisfaction. "And now I have a second technology company. I guess this means I no longer have a competitor."
Lux crawled on all fours and took Venom by his robe, kneeling in front of him, crying, and running his nose. "Please. Professor, I'm begging you. I have a wife, a son, lovers, and children with mistresses. I won't be left with anything. If you lose, will you really give me your fighter contract?"
"Of course," Venomus replied with a slight smile.
The coldness with which Venom responded left Lux speechless. "How? Even if you knew what I could have done to the boy?"
"Yes. But I trusted him enough that I didn't have to worry about betting like that. The result of this fight only confirms that. Lincoln, this is my goose that lays the golden egg. Since he became my fighter, my company has grown like wildfire. And it's all thanks to him." And to fools like you, I monopolize the most important markets. Soon I will have the whole country in my hands."
"Please. Please. We can come to an agreement, but don't take my property."
"What property?"
Venomus's question left Lux confused.
Venom pulls out his phone and shows him the screen. "At the time we signed the contract, I sent pictures of it to all the banks and real estate agencies you work for, and they have already been informed that you lost the battle. So, a few minutes ago, you no longer had any money or property. Because now they are mine. Oh, and by the way, now that you no longer have a company or a fighter, you have been kicked out of the association"
Lux pulls out his phone only to see how all the zeros behind his bank account numbers have turned into one, how all his properties in every country in the world are marked for foreclosure, and he received a notice from the association telling him he's no longer a member. "No...no. This is a nightmare."
"I don't want to live on the street," Charmaine began crying with his father, while Venom let them wallow in their misery.
While Horace's body was being carried away, Lincoln was in the medical tent.
In the medical tent, the doctor finished examining Lincoln.
"I must admit, boy, I've never seen anything like this before. The blows you took must have left your body badly injured, but even if you have injuries, they're minor. You're stronger than you look. However, if there's some, it is better to act with caution. In the following days, you will feel the pain of the blows. Try not to make sudden movements, and rest well.
"I will. Thank you, Doctor." Lincoln put on his business suit. But before he left, Venom stopped him.
"Wait kid. Come with me; I have something I want to give you." Venom directs him to the hospital parking lot.
Lincoln began to feel around with his cane until he felt a large metal object.
"Is this… Is this a car?"
"It's more than just a car. This car represents the future of sports cars. Lincoln, I give you Alexander.
In front of the two men was an orange car.
"Will you give me a car?"
"Absolutely. Let's say it's a compliment from the company. But yes, in a certain way, for you."
"In other words, you give it to me, but the cost will add to my already large debts."
"Only fifty percent. The rest is courtesy."
"How mysteriously kind of you. But I'm not of legal age to drive, and even if I were, I can't drive because of my condition."
"Don't worry. Like I said, Alexander is more than just a car."