Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

"Mr. Lin, are you joking with us? Tickets for the underground boxing match aren't that easy to get," Xu Gang said with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Xu Gang thought Lin Mo was just being prideful, unwilling to show weakness.

Li Zheng also had a look of disdain on his face.

He had gone to great lengths and called in many favors just to secure these three tickets. Lin Mo claiming he got tickets too—wasn't that an international joke?

The girls were more perceptive.

Both Guo Yan and Luo Xue looked at Lin Mo, thinking he was just pretending to have tickets for the sake of his pride.

And along the way, Guo Yan wasn't foolish. She could sense that Xu Gang and Li Zheng seemed to have something against Brother Xiao Mo, often mocking him.

"I won't go watch either, Brother Xiao Mo. I don't like watching boxing; how about I accompany you for a walk?" Guo Yan said, holding onto Lin Mo's arm.

Lin Mo looked helpless, knowing that Guo Yan was afraid he'd be embarrassed if he couldn't produce the tickets at the entrance.

Luo Xue also said, "Alright, Yanzi, you accompany Brother Xiao Mo on a walk. We'll find you after the match."

"I want to see the match. I have the tickets," Lin Mo said with a grin, looking at Guo Yan.

Guo Yan saw the confidence in Lin Mo's eyes—could Brother Xiao Mo really have tickets for the underground boxing match? Weren't they supposed to be hard to get?

Luo Xue paused, a hint of disappointment on her face.

Yesterday during dinner, it was also Guo Yan who paid the bill.

The tickets here cost ten thousand US Dollars each. Lin Mo didn't have the money, and even if he did, without connections, it was still nearly impossible to buy them.

"Saving face to live in disgrace," Luo Xue thought to herself. "Boys just love saving face."

At the entrance, Lin Mo would likely claim his tickets were lost, then leave embarrassingly.

Li Zheng and Xu Gang smirked, eager to see what excuse Lin Mo would use to say his tickets were lost.

The group headed to the left-side entrance of the club, where there was a special elevator leading directly to the underground boxing ring.

Four armed guards stood at the entrance.

They were checking tickets.

Li Zheng handed over the three tickets, and the guard checked them carefully, nodding as approval.

"Mr. Lin, where are your tickets?" Li Zheng slightly raised his head, with a bit of arrogance, waiting to see Lin Mo embarrass himself.

"I don't have tickets," Lin Mo said.

With these words, Guo Yan flushed red.

Disappointment filled Luo Xue's eyes. She thought Lin Mo's calm demeanor earlier meant he truly had tickets.

"Ha! Attending without tickets, you'd better go shopping and have a drink. We'll find you after the match," Xu Gang mocked with a cold laugh.

Just then, behind them, a group of foreign men in suits briskly approached, the rapid click of their polished shoes resonating loudly.

"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry. I was late because of traffic," Klaus apologized.

"I just arrived too," Lin Mo replied calmly.

Seeing Klaus approaching with a group of bodyguards, Li Zheng, Xu Gang, and Luo Xue were stunned.

Luo Xue did not recognize Klaus, but Li Zheng and Xu Gang did. Klaus was a local heavyweight in New York, commanding hundreds of men and a prominent figure.

How on earth did Lin Mo know Klaus?

And seeing how respectful Klaus was to Lin Mo, what was going on?

Questions filled their minds.

Li Zheng knew Klaus, but that didn't mean Klaus knew him. After all, Li Zheng had contacted Klaus's subordinates through another Huaxia hustler to teach Lin Mo a lesson. He was in no position to speak directly with Klaus.

Klaus spoke a few words at the entrance, then handed in a ticket, with the guards nodding approval.

However, while passing through the gate, everyone had to be checked by monitoring devices; even Klaus was no exception.

Lin Mo began to have new insights into the Paul Family. Klaus's significant status in New York didn't grant him any special privileges on the Paul Family's turf.

The Paul Family was practically the underground emperor of New York.

They took the dedicated elevator down to the underground boxing arena.

The size of the arena was astounding, nearly as large as a football field, able to hold tens of thousands of spectators.

With an entrance fee of ten thousand US Dollars per person, a single match could rake in over a hundred million US Dollars in ticket revenue, not to mention the gambling profits behind the scenes.

A boxing arena could provide the Paul Family with billions in annual revenue, a staggering thought.

Ten massive floodlights surrounded the arena, each roughly the size of a truck. The value of a single floodlight exceeded five million US Dollars, illuminating the entire arena.

At this point, the arena was packed to capacity, a dense sea of people as far as the eye could see.

Lin Mo and Guo Yan found their seats. Klaus and his group naturally sat elsewhere.

"How does he know Klaus? What the hell is going on?" Li Zheng's face turned pale, his entire body trembling a bit.

Klaus was, after all, an underground figure, known for his ruthlessness. Crossing him never ended well.

Xu Gang was equally puzzled, "I don't know how he knows Klaus, but it seems Klaus is very respectful to him."

"It's over. I had people teach him a lesson, and he probably already knows," Li Zheng said with a bit of fear.

"Actually, it's alright. Your father works for the Paul Family. Klaus would have to consider your father's status before making a move on you," Xu Gang consoled him.

Li Zheng nodded, left with no choice but to think this way, though deep down, he regretted provoking Lin Mo.

Luo Xue glanced at Lin Mo and Guo Yan sitting in the front row, feeling a bit unusual.

Earlier, as Klaus and his group surrounded Lin Mo, he exuded an air of being a big shot, far exceeding Xu Gang and Li Zheng in comparison.

"Brother Xiao Mo, how do you know them?" Guo Yan asked suspiciously.

"Remember the trouble we had at the square yesterday? Their boss came to apologize, that's how I met him," Lin Mo revealed without concealment.

As they chatted, a massive display screen on the arena's ring showed the image of a bald man.

The man, wearing a suit and bow tie, holding a microphone, appeared to be the event's host. After some official statements, the match finally began.

The arena nurtured its own boxers and welcomed fighters sponsored by other forces. Each match guaranteed a minimum six-figure payout for each fighter, with some renowned boxers earning tens of millions per match. Despite the high injury and mortality rates, it remained an irresistible pursuit for fighters and martial artists.

Lin Mo wasn't particularly interested. Though impressive to ordinary people, most were only Dark Energy level experts, though there were a few Martial God level fighters who hadn't taken the stage yet.