Li Mochen was in the presidential suite of the Hilde Hotel in Los Angeles. The TV in the living room was playing "Today's Arena Focus."
"It seems that you've reached a consensus. Tonight will be a battle between two monsters. So the next question is, who is stronger? "
"Without a doubt, it's Felton Williams! Not only is he older, but he's also an outsider. And his combat skills are also very good. He's at the 13S level, a master of this level. "
"I also think it's Williams. Let me tell you, I've seen some training videos of Williams. It's not convenient for me to say more about the specific situation, but his strength has exceeded the level of high school, or even college, and he can already stand in the professional league. "
"Williams! Come on guys, it's not like it was two hundred years ago. Indeed, the prestigious clans had powerful bloodlines, as well as more rational and scientific cultivation methods. They also had an inexhaustible amount of money. But combat talent can't be nurtured in this way. I remember from the sixties to the eighties, there were a few dozen guys from the upper class who wanted to test the waters of professional combat. Among them were even the children of two of the most powerful families. But without exception, they were all beaten black and blue. "
"I think it's André who's lucky! Haven't you guys realized how strong he is? Since the state league, he's never used the strength of a level-nine professional, and it's been 100 rounds with precision! He's obviously doing it with ease and strength to spare. As a child of a top noble family, I don't think you guys think that his true strength is only that of a level-nine magical professional, right? I'm looking forward to seeing him go all out — "
"Wow, Mr. Clay, you're the only one who thinks that André will win among all the guests here. So how many rounds do you think André will win? Will it be 100 rounds with precision too? "
The bald middle-aged man on the TV hesitated slightly. "About 50 rounds? The process shouldn't be too difficult. "
"This is slightly more conservative than the guess of the retired War Emperor and two-time winner of the NMOSA Golden Belt, Desaro Punk. But the War Emperor thinks that André won't take more than ten rounds — "
At this moment, the host's voice paused. "Everyone, the results of our phone survey are out. At present, among the two hundred people we randomly selected, thirty-three percent think that Felton Williams will lose, while sixty-two percent think otherwise. The remaining five percent think it will be a draw. Then, 56% of the people want Williams to win, and 42% of the people stand on the side of the lucky Andre. The remaining people don't have a stance and just want to see an exciting match. "
"Let's listen to their thoughts on the game after the investigation. This is Mr. Derry from Georgia. He said he would love to see André get smashed in the head by Williams."
"There's also Mr. Richard from North Carolina. He said that he hates people like André who rely on his family background and wealth to bully ordinary people in the arena."
"And Mr. Carnell of New Tennessee. He says he supports André. He knows him. Although he's from a prestigious family, Andre Lee Wildenstein has indeed obtained his current identity and status through his own efforts. He's a mixed-blood and actually isn't well-liked among the aristocratic families. It's not easy for him to get to where he is now. "
"Next is Ms. Claudia from California. She said that you can do it, Your Highness. She likes André very much and that comic, 'The Angry King'."
"It's still Ms. Satya from California. She said that just you wait, André. Williams will definitely sweep you away. The high school combat in California is the strongest in the country. Williams will be invincible — "
In front of the TV, Dwight Payton and his assistant, Carl, watched with great interest. Until Li Mochen walked down from the second floor while making a phone call.
"It's done, right? Very well, then rest and wait for orders. Recover and wait for me to take action after the match. Tell Adele that I don't want to use the rights of two mandatory missions a year. This time, it's best to hire them. I'll give them 150 million gold duns! She heard it. Already offered 600 million? Only responsible for sealing the space and not participating in the battle? No! No! I'll give her 250 million at most. If that's not possible, then forget it. Okay, 450 million, deal! "
After Li Mochen hung up the phone, he looked at the people in the living room. Then, he laughed involuntarily and gave Dwight Payton a hug and a kiss. "I didn't expect you to come in person."
"This battle is very crucial, even more crucial than the next Green Adams. So, as early as three months ago, I booked a private room in the Temple of Liberty stadium. "
Dwight Payton also laughed. "My opponent is also paying close attention to this battle. So, what are your plans now, Ammo? This is the only thing I care about now. "
"As you wish! I will destroy him and give him the most tragic defeat. "
Li Mochen's eyes flickered, and his expression was cold.
He had hesitated for Dwight's proposal, but since this person was related to Philip the First, he was unforgivable in the eyes of the original owner of this body.
Dwight's lips curled slightly. "I'm looking forward to it."
…
Just as Li Mochen's car left the hotel, it was surrounded by many people holding signs. All the way to the Temple of Liberty stadium, both sides were packed with people.
Carl looked out of the window and found that the people outside were basically divided into two groups. On one side, there were fewer people. Most of them were women, and they were all dressed in platinum, which was very eye-catching. Due to the joint promotion of Nathan Group and Catilo Apparel, this color was considered the color of the "Lucky Prince" André. However, their momentum was suppressed by the more fanatical crowd around them.
Those people were dressed differently, and they were cursing. The signs they held made Carl frown.
Signs like "You're not lucky anymore, André," "I don't understand how a mixed-blood Asian deserves to be called a prince," and "Williams will win."
But signs like "Go to hell! Bastard, "" Go back to Georgia and eat sh * t, "" Son of a yellow pig, "and other humiliating and racist words were everywhere.
"California has an unbelievable passion for all kinds of fighting competitions. As one of the two rising superstars on the West Coast, Felton Williams has a lot of fans in Los Angeles. "
Li Mochen's agent, Edward Jeffries, was also in the car. He frowned. "But most of them are very cultured, and most of them are leftists. Someone is inciting them."
"There's no need to worry, Mr. Jeffries."
Dwight Payton, however, was smiling. "Ammo will conquer them sooner or later. Of course, most of them. As for those racists, if they do well, they can win sympathy for our prince. "
At that moment, his eyes narrowed. He saw another bus entering the inner driveway of the Temple of Light's stadium from another entrance. He saw his competitor, Loren Reynold, the CEO of the western region, who was looking at him through the window. When their eyes met, sparks seemed to fly in the air between them.
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