The billionaire's kick-ass wife novel (Isabella) novel Chapter 678

Chapter 678

"Sir, no one has seen this Poison Eagle’s true appearance. However, only one of the two boxers in the arena can survive today. If Poison Eagle loses, his true appearance will no longer be a secret."

The young man curled his pink lips and looked at the manager. Do you think Poison Eagle will lose?"

The manager was taken aback. Wouldn't he?

How could the boxing king, Hedi, lose?

Hedi had been invincible as the boxing king for ten years.

After all, Poison Eagle was just a newbie. Moreover, from his appearance, Poison Eagle had a slightly slender build.

However, the young man had no intention of saying another word.

The young man turned around and silently watched the fierce battle below. About half an hour later, as a series of sharp whistles sounded below the arena, the crowd instantly erupted.

Hedi, the boxing king who had dominated the arena for ten years, was defeated.

Yes, he was down.

As for Poison Eagle, he was standing there unsteadily. His body was drenched in blood, and he was obviously seriously injured.

However, he won.

When the manager saw this scene, he could not help but gasp.

"Well... Hedi actually lost!"

The young man turned around and walked out. As he walked, he said, "Send Poison Eagle to Uncle's estate. He will be interested."

The manager quickly agreed. He knew that the uncle whom the young man mentioned was the leader of "Strix". The leader's name was Number One.

The manager had always been very curious about why that gentleman was called Number One. Didn't he have a name?

However, this question seemed to be a taboo that no one dared to mention.

The young man got into the car, and two rows of bodyguards dutifully protected him on both sides. Just like that, the entourage made their way to Number One's estate in a grandiose manner.

The young man leaned back in his seat and took off his mask, revealing an exquisite, charming and slightly tender face. It was Ollie.

Ollie's eyes crinkled with interest and he stretched. He sighed and said, "The boxing arena was exciting. Brother tried to trick me into managing the family. I don't want to! Hmm... What should I play next time?"

The young man's beautiful eyes flickered a few times, and he pondered seriously.

After returning to the estate, Ollie walked into the hall and saw Number One sitting quietly on the sofa alone. Number One was holding a white handkerchief in his hand. When Number One put the handkerchief down, Ollie could vaguely see a patch of red on the handkerchief.

Ollie's expression changed instantly. Ollie ran in with large strides. Hearing the commotion, Number One tried to put away the handkerchief quietly, but Ollie grabbed Number One's wrist.

Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, Number One said helplessly, "I'm fine. It's not the first time I threw up."

Ollie said angrily, "Didn't you say you wouldn't throw up last time?"

Number One looked back at Ollie in silence.

Ollie immediately scratched his head angrily. "You lied to me? You actually lied to me!"

"This is the fate of a clone. I've already been lucky to be able to live for so many years!"

Number One said.

As clones, no one had thought about whether their bodies were flawed despite being powerful.

Being infertile and incapable of reproducing was just one of the flaws.

The worst part was that five years ago, Number One's body started showing signs of genetic collapse.

"Can’t you be treated?" Ollie felt a little indignant.

Number One said, "Everyone will die. It's just a matter of time.’

Ollie got a little angry. "You're still so young."

Number One's face still looked the same as ten years before. He still looked the same way as he did when he was created.

Number One wouldn't grow old, but he was about to die.

The two of them fell into a stalemate.