Chapter 2
"But Mr. Drake," Ansh said carefully, "even if I cripple him, wouldn't I be putting my company at risk? The gang might target us for revenge… and we don't have the same level of influence as you to deal with them."
In truth, Ansh didn't want to get involved in this mess at all.
However, he couldn't outright refuse either.
Rejecting a personal request from someone like Mr. Drake would be seen as a lack of respect.
After all, a man of his status didn't need to come in person. Even sending a secretary would have been more than enough.
If Ansh refused, Mr. Drake could easily make things difficult for him—or even crush his company entirely.
And that… wouldn't be hard for someone like him.
As for the fight, Ansh wasn't worried.
He hadn't earned the title "Undefeated Champion" for nothing.
It wasn't arrogance—it was confidence built on experience.
From what Mr. Drake had said, last year's champion had given that wrestler a tough fight. That meant the two were at a similar level in both skill and experience.
And Ansh knew exactly how strong that champion was.
Even after retiring, he continued watching wrestling. He had seen every match of last year's champion, and he was certain of one thing—
If he fought him, he could defeat him without much effort.
In both of his world championship runs, not a single opponent had managed to corner him.
From the moment he stepped into the ring, he had always dominated.
But his confidence didn't come from skill alone.
There was another reason.
Since birth, Ansh had known that his strength was far beyond that of normal humans.
Even his father had known—and had warned him to keep it a secret.
What had surprised Ansh back then was his father's reaction.
When he revealed his unusual strength, his father hadn't shown even a hint of shock.
Instead… he had acted as if it were completely normal.
That was the moment Ansh realized—
There was something unusual about his family.
And there was something unusual about himself as well.
From the moment he was born, he carried memories of a past life.
In that life, he had lived on Earth as a businessman.
He had built his company from nothing, dedicating his entire life to it—only for it to ultimately lead to his death.
At first, he believed his abnormal strength was a result of his reincarnation.
But later, he realized that his father possessed the same strength.
This world was similar to Earth, yet different in many ways.
Instead of paper currency, people here traded using gold and silver.
The rules of society were slightly different—but not unfamiliar.
In his previous life, wrestling had been his only source of entertainment.
So in this life, he chose to become a wrestler himself.
Fortunately, wrestling here was also one of the most popular sports.
With the knowledge he carried from his past life, he understood the sport better than anyone else—giving him a clear advantage.
" Haha, your concern is valid," Mr. Drake said with a smirk. "But you don't need to worry about that."
"For that gang to trouble you, they would need time and effort…"
He leaned back slightly, his smile deepening.
"…and once their leader is crippled, they won't have either."
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Ansh frowned and asked, "Why?"
Smiling, Drake replied,
"There are three reasons."
He raised one finger.
"First—if the gang leader is crippled, no one in the gang will want such a person to remain their leader. There are already several high-ranking members eyeing that position. A power struggle within the gang would be inevitable."
Raising his second finger, he continued,
"Second—the enemies of the Boros Gang, who are currently being suppressed, won't miss such a perfect opportunity. They will strike while the gang is busy fighting among themselves."
He then raised a third finger.
"Third—the local gangs that submitted under him did so because of his strength. If he is crippled, they will rebel. Some may even attack the gang during the chaos."
Drake leaned forward slightly.
"So tell me… would they really have the time to deal with you or your company?"
Hearing this, Ansh fell into deep thought.
He knew that even one of these reasons could deal a fatal blow to the gang. If all three happened together, the Boros Gang wouldn't have the capacity to target anyone else.
Noticing the hesitation on Ansh's face, Drake knew he had to push further—strike while the iron was hot.
He spoke again, his tone turning colder,
"And this would only be the beginning of their troubles. Since they dared to target the Saym Industry, I'll make sure they understand the mistake they've made."
"I will make an example out of them… so that no other gang dares to oppose us again."
He paused, then added,
"And of course, I'm not asking you to do this for free."
"If you accept, I'll pay you one million gold coins."
He smiled faintly.
"Win or lose—you'll receive the full amount just for stepping into the ring."
Ansh was stunned.
A million gold coins… was no small sum.
For comparison, a hundred gold coins per month was more than enough for a middle-class family to live comfortably, covering all their expenses.
'A million gold… for a single fight…'
'With that kind of money, I could expand my company to entirely new heights.'
Ansh still didn't agree immediately.
As a company owner, he knew that if someone was offering such a large amount, he could bargain for more. So, he chose to remain silent.
The man noticed this and continued,
"A million is just for participation. But if you succeed in crippling the leader… I, the Chief of Saym Industry, will owe you a favor."
Though it sounded simple, Ansh knew the value of that favor couldn't be measured in normal terms. It could very well be worth far more than a million gold coins.
So, Ansh didn't hesitate any longer.
"Alright, I accept your deal… but I want 1.5 million gold coins."
Hearing this, the man smiled and agreed.
Both shook hands.
Ansh called everyone in, and Drake's secretary handed over the documents to finalize the deal.
After carefully reading them and finding no issues, Ansh signed.
The man then transferred 1.5 million gold coins directly to Ansh through his phone.
Seeing the money credited, Ansh smiled.
"So, Mr. Ashbound, I will contact you as soon as the match is fixed. I hope you'll be ready by then," Drake said.
After that, he left the company with his men.
Ansh finally relaxed on the sofa.
This meeting had taken quite a bit out of him.
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