Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 360 Golden-Belt Boxing King

Maximilian returned home.

Marcus and his wife had awakened, and they were having dinner with Victoria.

Marcus and Laura seemed okay, which made Maximilian felt relieved.

Laura looked at Maximilian with dissatisfaction, "Where have you been? You'd better get a job."

"I had something to do." Maximilian made up an excuse and then looked at Victoria.

Victoria nodded her head, suggesting that she was okay.

"What thing could you possibly do? You are definitely just wondering around. Do you know how busy Victoria is? Can't you share her burden?"

"Mom, please stop. He was doing something for me." Laura glared at her daughter and stopped talking.

Victoria ate some food hastily and followed Maximilian to their room.

"Are you okay? I was so worried." Victoria put her arms around him and rest her head on his should.

Smiling, Maximilian hugged Victoria, "It's done. It was the White Family. Somebody has solved the problem. "That's good. I didn't work today. There is so much work to do, so I have to go back to the company later." "I'll accompany you. I'll be worried if you work alone."

Victoria nodded. Then she got dressed up and went to the company with Maximilian.

The moment she arrived at her office, she saw Andrew sitting there with a somber face.

"Now you know you have a job? Don't you know how many things were delayed because of you? This is a crucial time!"

"So she comes. If you keep talking like that, I'll take her home and she will leave this project to you."

"You loser. You are in no place to talk!" Andrew shouted while pointing at Maximilian's nose.

"Uncle, I will finish my work tonight. I left because there was an emergency."

Andrew waved his hands with anger. Then he glared at Maximilian and left the office.

Andrew found his son playing with his cellphone when he returned to his office.

"Dad, what happened?"

"That bastard Maximilian becomes more and more arrogant. He forgot he's just using his wife's influence!" Andrew complained with irritation.

"Does that loser say something harsh? Do you need me to ask somebody to teach him lesson?" Franklin asked.

"Ask whom? All of the men you asked before could not beat Maximilian. During the last kidnap, Maximilian beat all those thugs. I didn't know how this bastard did it."

Andrew thought of replaceing somebody to avenge for him. But when thinking of Maximilian's formidable power, he was afraid of Maximilian's revenge.

"It's not like before this time. I knew a good fighter. He has been the champion of the Martial Contest in this province for three years. And he performed well in foreign boxing matches as well. It's said that he once won a golden belt." Franklin said with complacency.

He came to know these fighters because he wanted to hire them to teach Maximilian a lesson. But that required a lot of money. So he could only encourage his dad to help him with it.

Andrew seemed interested. He knew little about boxing, but he knew the meaning of a golden belt because only the best fighter could win that honor.

"He really has got a golden belt?"

"Of course. This is the photo. And I have the footage of him fighting in a foreign contest." Franklin showed him the photo and then he played the video. Andrew became excited when he saw the fierce fight in the screen and the scene when this King of Boxing beat his opponent.

"He looks good. We can give him a try. Victoria is stay in the company tonight and Maximilian is likely to accompany her. It's a good opportunity. "He will come, but the reward is 1 million dollars."

Andrew pondered for a moment and smashed his hand on the table. "Fine. If that loser can be tamed this time, the money will not go to waste." Excited, Franklin picked up his phone and made the call.

A moment later, Franklin put his phone aside and said, "Dad, I'm going to meet him and tell him the situation. It seems that there will be a show going on tonight." "Go. I'll wait for your good news."

Then Franklin left and drove to the boxing training hall not far away.

After he entered, he was surrounded by several stout men. He looked at them with fear.

"I, I'm here for Samson."

"You must be Franklin?" One of them patted on his should.

Franklin shivered and he almost fell on the ground.

"Yes."

"Don't be a pussy. You don't want to be scared to death. Come, he's inside."

Then they led him to the ring.

Inside the ring Samson was fighting his opponent, who was muscular and seemed as strong as a bear. But he was no match for Samson at all.

He could only flinch under Samson's attack, and then Samson jumped and slashed at his opponent with his elbow.

The crush made him wobble. Then he fell on the ground, unconscious.

"How useless you are! You are not even worth being my sparring partner! You influenced my next contest!" Samson complained and spitted on the unconscious man.

Franklin was excited, because he thought this man could definitely beat Maximilian black and blue.

"Samson, he's here."

Samson cast Franklin a glance and grinned, "You're really here. So you agreed? I will take no bargain"

"Yes. Can you do it tonight? He's in the company and it's a perfect opportunity for us." Franklin said with respect.

"Well, since this rookie is in a coma, I don't mind training outside. I hope the man you mentioned is not like him. There will be no fun if I finished him with one hit." Samson said casually.

"He's not like this one. Last time he beat over 20 fighters. He will be a worthy component of you."

"Sounds interesting. Now pay me half the money. The rest can wait until I'm done with him."

"No problem. Let's go and get him now!"