"Morpheus, oh, Morpheus! Haha..." Amidst the chaos, a man's voice cut through with unusual clarity.
Morpheus glanced at the approaching figure. He was seated while Fat Jim stood, though he wasn't much taller.
"Morpheus, you've hit the jackpot!" Fat Jim's laughter crinkled his eyes and nose together. "The spectators are clamoring for you to have another match! Hehe! You're the pillar of our boxing ring now! How about it?"
He patted Morpheus' shoulder, pinched it hard, and then moved behind to pat his back, but Morpheus grabbed him by the arm.
"Hehe... Don't be so forceful!" Fat Jim almost lost balance. "Relax a bit. Get ready and keep up the good work! You can still win the next match!"
"No more," Morpheus muttered. "You know my rule: one match a day."
"Don't be so rigid! How is one match a day enough? Among all the fighters, your popularity is the highest!"
"Even if it's higher, it's still one match." Morpheus raised an eyebrow, his cold gaze akin to a predator prowling in the dark.
Fat Jim stiffened slightly.
Morpheus stood up. He was more than a head taller, a towering figure of over 1.90 cm.
It was his entire demeanor, however, that fully conveyed his dominance. His chilling aura made people hesitate to challenge him.
Sometimes, Fat Jim felt that Morpheus didn't need to fight. He could just step into the boxing ring and intimidate opponents into submission!
"Well... Morpheus, let's negotiate! As long as you agree to continue fighting, I'll offer you this!" Fat Jim gestured with his hand.
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