Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 141

"Haha! I’ve finally made it into Drake Gym!"

Perry Jayco.

He parked his car with an excited heart.

‘Amazing!’

He could only see the exterior for now.

Even so, the sheer presence of Drake Gym was overwhelming.

The Graveyard of Heavyweights.

A place said to perfectly bury those without talent and those who lacked effort.

A place rumored to have heavyweight gatekeepers.

And a place where, if one could endure to the end, their skills would improve tremendously.

‘I’m going to get famous too.’

It was well-known that succeeding in boxing could bring in huge amounts of money.

Surpassing amateur boxing and turning pro would mean astronomical sums—

If successful, it was like hitting the jackpot.

With swelling dreams, Perry grabbed his gym bag and opened the door to Drake Gym.

‘What the... No one’s paying attention to me?’

Were rookies like him so common here?

Even though he had entered with a loud slam of the door, not a single gaze turned his way.

They were all staring at the ring as if entranced.

‘What are they watching?’

With no one available to guide him, Perry thought he might as well take a peek too.

He picked up his bag and walked toward the ring.

And the moment he saw what had everyone mesmerized, he immediately understood.

‘What... What is this?’

It was clearly a sparring match.

Just a sparring match.

But the level was on a completely different plane.

"Not even a second passes, and they’re already exchanging blows like it’s nothing."

"Isn’t this pro-level? Donghu’s just insane."

"He’s only 19! Nineteen! How can someone that young have that level of technique?"

"Ducking, weaving, head rolls, shoulder rolls, parrying... This makes no sense."

Perry was shocked all over again, hearing the spectators’ comments.

‘Nineteen? That guy is nineteen?’

And he even looked Asian.

‘He’s completely dominating.’

It was like watching an elephant crush an ant.

When the 19-year-old Asian guy moved,

His opponent flinched and stumbled back several steps.

His presence alone was overwhelming.

"Still, that guy’s holding out for a while."

"He should! This is already Donghu’s fifth opponent."

"How much stamina does he even have?"

"Did you see Donghu and his coach training? They’re built different...."

"There’s no way a normal person’s joints could withstand that weight. They’d blow out their knees."

"Even though the coach looks like a brute, he’s actually super educated. Apparently, he has multiple degrees."

Since it was clear the match was already decided,

The fighters shifted back to talking about Kim Donghu instead.

‘Nineteen, Asian, heavyweight?’

It was a string of words that didn’t seem to fit together.

But regardless of whether Perry could make sense of it,

The sparring in the ring came to an end.

The fighters, now finished, started pulling out their wallets with resigned expressions.

"Alright, pay up. I told you, right? Donghu would finish five opponents in five rounds."

"Damn it! Homkin! You were the fifth. What the hell was that?"

"Ah, fuck! Then you try it! What was I supposed to do when nothing I threw landed?!"

"You should’ve trusted your headgear and charged in!"

"Easy for you to say, Drake and Draco are just holding mitts!"

"Headgear? What’s the point?!"

"I trusted my headgear and managed to land one punch, didn’t I? Homkin, maybe you’re just a cherry boy."

"Get your facts straight. Didn’t you get dropped right after that?"

The focus of the bets wasn’t even on winning.

It was on how long someone could last.

‘Five opponents in five rounds?’

Perry suddenly realized his ability to process information wasn’t great.

The situation was so incomprehensible that his brain needed time to catch up.

And just as he stood there, watching the chaos unfold—

"Drake, looks like we’ve got a guest."

At the words of the handsome boy leaning against the ring, everyone went silent.

It was like the atmosphere when subordinates faced their king.

"Oh, oh! What? When did you get here? You should’ve said something."

"You and Draco were too busy watching my match."

"Isn’t that the duty of a gym owner and coach? We have to watch our star player’s matches."

"Wait! Weren’t you just calling yourself the star player?"

"Oh, Homkin... It would’ve been nice if you said that after surviving the first round."

"Aaaagh!"

Leaving Homkin’s screams behind,

Drake and Draco immediately approached Perry.

"Newcomer? Welcome. Perry, right?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, sorry we didn’t greet you earlier. We had to watch our boss’s match."

Boss?

That one word latched onto Perry’s ears.

‘Drake Gym’s boss.’

It was an unspoken rule.

Since this was a place where fighters came for intense training,

It was only natural to establish who the alpha male was.

That’s why Drake Gym held monthly tournaments for its members.

And anyone who won three consecutive tournaments earned the title of “Boss.”

So that meant—