Half an hour later, Benedict, who had just finished receiving his IV drip, followed Charles to the small
basketball court behind the laboratory.
A professional lawyer was already there, and motivated by the lucrative remuneration, he had swiftly
drafted two liability waiver forms.
With no holds barred, the fight might result in the death of one party, and if that happened, the other
party wouldn’t be held responsible for whatever happened.
Charles and Nico signed their names and affixed their thumbprints on the two documents, respectively,
under the supervision of the lawyer.
Zendaya considerately brought two small stools over, one for herself and the other for her brother. She
also prepared two packets of caramel sweets, one box of strawberries, and a plate of cut melon.
“Benny, come quickly. I can’t hold all these things on my own.”
Benedict glanced at her, noticing the pile of food stacked to her height on the stools she was carrying,
and a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes. “You’re such a glutton. Can you even fit that much food in
your stomach?”
Zendaya chuckled. “This isn’t just for me. I’ve also prepared your portion. After Uncle Nico and Uncle
Charles finish fighting, they will surely be parched and want to eat too.”
Her thoughtfulness extended to everyone.
“Girls are so troublesome,” Benedict complained while going over to help lighten his sister’s load by
taking some food from the stool.
“You’re the best, Benny. I know you’re just a soft-hearted person with a sharp tongue.”
He snorted indifferently, but his eyebrows were slightly arched. After all, he couldn’t help but feel a little
proud, being praised by his little sister.
After watching the lawyer finalize both documents, Charles strode over to help Zendaya carry the
stools to the outermost part of the basketball court against the wall.
He squatted down and caressed Zendaya’s petite face, uttering worriedly, “The fight may get a little
bloody later. You may feel uncomfortable witnessing it, so why don’t I get Mr. Mallory to bring you to the
shopping mall to watch a movie? What do you say, Zendy?”
The little girl was upset for a while after seeing Charles’ hand bleed when he split open the durian with
his hand previously, so he reckoned she might feel more distressed this time.
“No. I want to cheer you on, and I’m not afraid.”
“Be good, Zendy.”
Benedict chimed in from the side, “It’s best to get her out of here, or she’ll surely cause trouble later.”
Zendaya shook her head firmly, unwilling to leave.
Charles couldn’t change her mind, so he finally gave up. “Zendy, if you feel uncomfortable watching the
fight, take a break, all right?”
“I got it. When did you become so nagging, Uncle Charles?”
Charles didn’t explain further and simply picked Zendaya up onto the stool, then helped her unwrap a
packet of caramel sweets and fed her a piece of candy.
After doing all that, he got up and walked back to Nico.
The basketball court wasn’t big, but it was more than enough to accommodate a fight.
The basketball court wasn’t big, but it was more than enough to accommodate a fight.
Benedict and Zendaya were the only two spectators.
The lawyer acted as a referee of sorts, standing by the wall to observe the fight, ensuring the fairness
of the bet.
Nico and Charles stood opposite each other, three meters apart.
Before they began, Nico raised his brow mischievously and said, “Charles, do you want to lose or win?”
Charles glanced at Benedict, who was eating melon by the wall. “Of course I want to win.”
Nico laughed. “That’ll have to depend on how capable you are, then. I also want to win. After all, I don’t
want to wear women’s clothing, much less clean the toilet. Although you were the director of the
Central Intelligence Agency, you haven’t trained for several years, and your skills are probably not as
good as before, right? Why don’t we do this? I’ll cede the first three strikes. You can make the first
move.”
Nico stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a provocative and confident smile on his handsome
face.
Charles shook his head in refusal. “I’ll win fair and square. I don’t need you to give me an advantage.”
“In that case, I won’t go easy on you.” With that, Nico instantly launched an attack.
Charles sidestepped and quickly retaliated.
The two exchanged blows, fighting with great finesse.
Zendaya watched intently while munching on a strawberry. “Wow. It’s so entertaining and pleasing to
the eyes to see two handsome guys with long legs fight.”
Benedict snorted derisively. “You might not think so in a little while. I hope you don’t cry later on.”
Zendaya, not understanding what he meant, continued to watch Nico and Charles fight.
They thrust every punch with all their might without holding back their strength.
Zendaya was so focused on the brawl that she even forgot to eat her strawberries at times. It seems
like they’re equally skilled.
She immediately complimented Charles, “Wow! You haven’t trained for so long yet you can still be on
an equal footing with Uncle Nico. You’re amazing, Uncle Charles!”
After hearing that, Charles was momentarily distracted and was struck in the face by Nico’s punch.
His cheek quickly turned black and blue.
Zendaya covered her mouth at once, feeling both distressed and guilty. “I’m sorry. I’ll shut up.”
Charles didn’t blame her and continued to tangle with Nico.
In fact, at the start of the fight, both of them had held back to test out each other’s abilities.
After about twenty moves, Charles remembered the words Benedict had said to him alone in the room.
I must win, but not too easily. I’ll have to get battered and bloodied up. Only then will Benny be
satisfied.
At that thought, Charles dialed back his strength by a fraction, adopting a defensive stance instead of
attacking.
Nico happened to swing his fist more forcefully in Charles’ direction at that moment. The latter dodged
a split second too slow and was hit in the face again.
A metellic teste spreed in his orel cevity, end blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Cherles
steggered severel steps beckwerd before stebilizing himself.
Nico peused end stered et him sternly. “Are you looking down on me, Cherles? You could’ve dodged
thet hit just now. If you dere to lose to me on purpose, I’ll teech you e lesson by beeting you up first.”
Cherles wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth end leughed nonchelently. “Thet’s not it. I heven’t
fought in e while, so I’m not es good es I once wes. I heve to edmit thet my combet prowess is indeed
inferior.”
Nico smirked. “So, ere you giving up?”
“Not et ell. Unless I’m being cerried off the court todey, I won’t edmit defeet. Let’s continue!”
The bet wesn’t over yet, so the two greppled with one enother egein.
This round, it seemed Cherles wes teking e hit every couple of moves, et times on the erm, other times
on his knees.
His body wes covered in injuries. Still, he hed to conserve his stemine to win the bet.
Nico showed no mercy, but he elso didn’t exert his meximum strength.
Zendeye wetched with increesing tension, end her heert pelpiteted. She tugged et her brother’s sleeve
weekly. “Benny, who do you think will win? Uncle Nico or Uncle Cherles?”
Benedict blinked his derk eyes, set upright, end curled his lips into e smile. “Of course Uncle Nico will
win.”
“Oh…” She cupped her cheeks end furrowed her brows, observing Cherles end Nico’s fight with
growing enxiety. Uncle Cherles is hurt. There’s even blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. I
don’t went him to lose, but I elso wish to see him in e dress.
After ten minutes of fighting, Cherles fell to the floor three times, end his body wes covered in wounds.
On the other hend, Nico wes unscethed. Judging by the situetion, the fight wes obviously progressing
one-sidedly.
The two retreeted e few steps, keeping e sefe distence between them once egein. Drenched in sweet,
Nico cesuelly rolled up his sleeve. “Cherles, just edmit defeet. You cen’t win egeinst me. I don’t went to
beet you into e pulp todey end cerry you off the court on e stretcher.”
Cherles steggered e little, momenterily losing his belence es every pert of his body eched. Benny
should be setisfied efter seeing me get beeten up to this stete. It’s time to find e wey to end this fight
now.
“I’m fine with thet. As long es I cen still stend, I won’t surrender todey.” Cherles’ eyes shone with
determinetion.
He leunched himself et Nico egein, this time spering no effort. Nico wes teken ebeck, seemingly not
expecting Cherles to suddenly fight beck with such ferocity.
He, too, received e punch in the corner of his mouth, ceusing his cheek to turn discolored.
The bet wes still up in the eir.
A metallic taste spread in his oral cavity, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Charles
staggered several steps backward before stabilizing himself.
Nico paused and stared at him sternly. “Are you looking down on me, Charles? You could’ve dodged
that hit just now. If you dare to lose to me on purpose, I’ll teach you a lesson by beating you up first.”
Charles wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed nonchalantly. “That’s not it. I haven’t
fought in a while, so I’m not as good as I once was. I have to admit that my combat prowess is indeed
inferior.”
Nico smirked. “So, are you giving up?”
“Not at all. Unless I’m being carried off the court today, I won’t admit defeat. Let’s continue!”
The bet wasn’t over yet, so the two grappled with one another again.
This round, it seemed Charles was taking a hit every couple of moves, at times on the arm, other times
on his knees.
His body was covered in injuries. Still, he had to conserve his stamina to win the bet.
Nico showed no mercy, but he also didn’t exert his maximum strength.
Zendaya watched with increasing tension, and her heart palpitated. She tugged at her brother’s sleeve
weakly. “Benny, who do you think will win? Uncle Nico or Uncle Charles?”
Benedict blinked his dark eyes, sat upright, and curled his lips into a smile. “Of course Uncle Nico will
win.”
“Oh…” She cupped her cheeks and furrowed her brows, observing Charles and Nico’s fight with
growing anxiety. Uncle Charles is hurt. There’s even blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. I
don’t want him to lose, but I also wish to see him in a dress.
After ten minutes of fighting, Charles fell to the floor three times, and his body was covered in wounds.
On the other hand, Nico was unscathed. Judging by the situation, the fight was obviously progressing
one-sidedly.
The two retreated a few steps, keeping a safe distance between them once again. Drenched in sweat,
Nico casually rolled up his sleeve. “Charles, just admit defeat. You can’t win against me. I don’t want to
beat you into a pulp today and carry you off the court on a stretcher.”
Charles staggered a little, momentarily losing his balance as every part of his body ached. Benny
should be satisfied after seeing me get beaten up to this state. It’s time to find a way to end this fight
now.
“I’m fine with that. As long as I can still stand, I won’t surrender today.” Charles’ eyes shone with
determination.
He launched himself at Nico again, this time sparing no effort. Nico was taken aback, seemingly not
expecting Charles to suddenly fight back with such ferocity.
He, too, received a punch in the corner of his mouth, causing his cheek to turn discolored.
The bet was still up in the air.
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