Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 242

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"Are you just going to leave like this?"

"Are you afraid of Kim Donghu?!"

The second press conference had a much more intense atmosphere than the first.

So the questions were sharp, aggressive.

But Edward didn’t care.

He shrugged and lowered the mic.

"When facing a caveman, I realized fists speak louder than words."

With that, Edward walked out.

The reporters looked disappointed.

"This is such a letdown."

They had so many things they wanted to ask.

Normally, before the second press conference, fighters would release public training footage or documentaries the week prior.

But Edward avoided all of that this time.

Not completely—just enough to make it feel like he was hiding something.

A clear sign of just how focused he was on this fight.

The reporters wanted to dig into that.

But Edward left in a hurry, and that chance was gone.

"But it’s not like we can just suddenly switch to Donghu Kim..."

Meanwhile, Kim Donghu had already revealed everything.

From training footage to promotional content on social media.

Even going out of his way to interact with his Korean fans.

Yet, the reporters still sided with Edward.

One major reason was—

"For all that strength, is his technique lacking?"

Kim Donghu’s training videos weren’t particularly special.

So, the journalists dug into his past training footage.

They analyzed every clip they could find.

And in the end, they reached a single conclusion.

"Wait... this is really how he trains?"

"How the hell does someone do this kind of basic training... and still hold those absurd records?"

He was an opponent impossible to predict.

And just like that, the second press conference ended with a whimper.

Time passed swiftly.

And soon, the day before the match arrived.

Official weigh-in day.

***

"Donghu! Tarzan hit $600 million in its first weekend!"

"Really? Hearing that gives me even more energy."

Weigh-in day.

Hearing the news from Seokho-hyung, I got up and stretched.

"Alright, I’m heading out."

Honestly, the weigh-in itself would only take about one or two minutes.

The real event?

The face-off afterward.

In heavyweight boxing, weigh-ins weren’t that important.

There was no upper weight limit.

As long as I weighed more than 90.27 kg, I was cleared to fight.

So stepping on the scale?

It was basically just for show.

And sure enough—

"Both fighters have successfully made weight."

The moment it ended, reporters immediately lifted their cameras.

They had been waiting for this.

FLASH!

FLASH!

FLASH!

The shutters went off like crazy.

And then, there he was—Edward.

But unlike the last press conference, today, he was smiling.

"Looks like you’ve been eating well."

At my comment, Edward flinched slightly.

"Like it even matters when beating a caveman."

CLICK.

CLICK.

CLICK.

With every step, the distance between us shrank.

But unlike a normal face-off, today?

I had five security guards standing beside me, ready to intervene.

"Seems like you’re the only one who thinks that. Look around—who do you think the security is protecting?"

A casual provocation.

"You son of a bitch!"

Edward took the bait immediately.

Without hesitation, he threw a punch at my face.

SWOOSH!

It was fast.

Faster than what I had seen from him in the amateurs.

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But that was it.

GRAB.

I caught his wrist—effortlessly.

"Bad habit. Should I break a bone before the match?"

The moment I said that—

"Donghu Kim! Calm down!"

"This is going too far! Please step back!"

The guards rushed in.

Even though Edward was the one who threw the first punch.

"...Fucking hell."

Edward knew.

He knew exactly what just happened.

He couldn’t do anything.

So instead, he clenched his jaw and stormed out—furious, but helpless.

Tomorrow was going to be fun.

***

WBC Heavyweight Championship Match.

Wembley Stadium.

90,000 seats.

A boiling atmosphere.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

They had watched all the talk shows, all the hype videos, all the buildup.

Now?

They wanted blood and sweat.

"The scale of this is insane."

"I mean, with Disney and Netflix involved, what did you expect?"

Reporters double-checked the match schedule.

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"Undercard, semi-main... then the opening performance before the main event."

"But did you hear? Is the opening performance real?"

"You mean... Evelyn is performing?"

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"No, this is genius. They’re playing her song as Donghu enters the arena."

As they talked, they glanced at today’s guest list.

The biggest corporate figures.

The British royal family.

An absolutely insane lineup.

And after the fight?

The gloves used in the match would be immediately auctioned off.

"They’re saying that alone will sell for billions."

The sheer amount of money involved in this fight was unbelievable.

Time passed quickly.

Before they knew it, the semi-main event was over.