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Everyone felt that Viktor had instantly fallen into an extremely passive position!
In reality, Viktor held onto the frame tightly to protect his head, his body trembling violently under the continuous heavy blows, constantly retreating, and was effectively pinned to the corner of the ropes!
The heavy impact penetrated the protective gear, making Victor's insides churn—Victor was waiting for Smith to tire.
The audience erupted in cheers!
Everyone stood up, screaming. They saw the crushing scene they had anticipated, and they remembered the crazy bet of 400,000. The frenzy in their blood was completely ignited!
"Bone Crusher! Tear him apart!"
"KO him! Smith!"
"My money! That's it! Kill him!"
Seeing Victor being suppressed, Smith's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty elation. He exerted all his strength, trying to end the match in one fell swoop!
A right hook, imbued with all his strength, carrying his entire weight and rage, slammed towards Viktor's head!
This punch was extremely fast and incredibly powerful!
However, his excessive pursuit of power inevitably caused his center of gravity to shift violently forward with each punch!
This is exactly what Victor has been waiting for!
In the shadows of the corner of the boxing ring, amidst the suffocating storm of blows, his mind remained unusually calm.
He was like a spring compressed to its limit, calculating the timing on the edge of the most dangerous situation!
The heavy punch grazed past his tightly fitting boxing gloves!
Smith lost his balance for a moment due to excessive force, creating a fatal gap in his defense!
A flaw of a fraction of a second!
For top boxers, it's enough to decide life or death!
Viktor moved!
With a lightning-fast dive and dodge, he perfectly dodged Smith's instinctive follow-up left hook, an attempt to compensate!
At the same time, his curled-up body burst forth with all its energy—power suddenly rose from his firmly gripping heels, and through an astonishing twist of his waist and abdomen, like a fully drawn bow, instantly poured all the power into his right arm!
A perfectly timed right uppercut!
Like a shark that has been lurking in the deep sea for a long time, it finally seized the moment when its prey was most relaxed, and from bottom to top, it violently tore open the gap in Smith's defenses, which were already wide open due to the attack!
The fist traced a short, deadly arc, dodging all blocks, and landed squarely and with unparalleled precision on James Smith's chin—that vulnerable spot connected to his central nervous system!
A muffled thud, heavy and crisp, as if something inside had actually shattered.
Smith's frenzied charge came to an abrupt halt.
The fierce glint in his eyes was instantly replaced by emptiness and bewilderment, and his massive body seemed to be frozen in place for a moment, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Victor ignored him completely, swinging his fists and unleashing a barrage of attacks like a Chicago typewriter, landing two punches on Smith's cheeks in quick succession.
Then, like an oak tree felled by a giant axe, he lost all support and fell straight backward without any cushioning!
His heavy body slammed onto the boxing ring with a heart-stopping thud, even bouncing slightly before he completely lost consciousness and lay motionless.
The referee immediately rushed forward, knelt on one knee, and began counting, but anyone could see that it was just a formality.
The "bone crusher" has been completely destroyed.
The deafening noise in the entire venue fell silent for a moment, as if an invisible fist had struck its throat.
Immediately following, an even more violent and earth-shattering frenzy erupted, a mixture of disbelief, ecstasy, and despair!
Victor stood in the center of the boxing ring, breathing heavily, sweat mixed with a little blood on his gloves, sliding down his arms.
He glanced at Smith, who was lying on the ground, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
He raised his arms to meet the overwhelming cheers and curses. The spotlight shone on him, casting a long and resolute shadow.
Fourth round, KO!
James Smith's team quickly stepped forward, while Victor cashed out his $600,000 bet, plus his initial $400,000 stake and his savings—totaling over $3 million.
The next day, Victor took action against the last family on his revenge list:
Mr. Williams, a school board member of a high school in the South Side of Chicago.
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Chicago's sky is always shrouded in an industrial-era grayness, and even in the early morning, the sunlight struggles to penetrate that thin haze.
Victor Lee stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the gradually awakening South District, holding a cup of black coffee in his hand, the bitter taste as always.
Today, there seems to be an unusual scent in the air, a sweet, pungent smell of a long hunt finally coming to an end.
A chilling smile curled at the corners of Viktor's lips.
Destruction doesn't always require sword fights and deafening explosions.
The most skillful revenge is "legal," slow, and devours the enemy from within, causing them to fall into the abyss within their supposedly secure rules, even to the point that they thank the person who handed them the "rope" before they die.
He recalled that it all started with nothing more than a widespread form of toilet bullying.
Williams, this hypocritical school board member, so casually trampled on marginal students like Victor and Nick, brutally depriving them of their due opportunities, as if they were nothing more than trash that could be swept away at will.
From that moment on, the seed of revenge was sown, and now it has grown into a towering poisonous plant, about to bear its final fruit.
On August 18, 1986, Victor attended Mr. Williams' funeral in a smartly dressed manner.
He stood in the crowd, his expression solemn, even more so than the other guests.
He slowly walked to the coffin, bowed slightly, as if bidding a final farewell.
But in the unseen distance, he whispered to his enemy, who could no longer speak, in a voice only he could hear, each word chilled to the bone:
“Old man, do you see this? This is the price. It’s not just about your death. I want your family destroyed, your children to kill each other, and your bloodline stained with a stain that can never be erased.”
His gaze was sharp as a knife as he looked at Mark Williams, who sat to the side.
“Your second son will live a miserable life, suffering every day in pain and shame. This is the ‘gift’ I’ve specially reserved for you.”
Chapter 126 Old Williams
The Williams family was once considered a model in the South—respectable, wealthy, and with strict family discipline.
However, the strongest fortresses are most easily breached from within.
Viktor had mastered this skill after reading the red book.
The first target is the second son, Mark Williams, the leader of a school bullying group and a villain who appears in every American school drama.
There's no need to mention this person again. Viktor turned this spoiled young man with a foolish sense of superiority, that once healthy young boy, into an HIV carrier, and due to an "accident," he suffered severe spinal damage, became paralyzed, and incontinent.
He was alive, yet more miserable than dead, becoming a living monument that required his family to continuously invest money and energy in, yet they could only watch helplessly as it decayed.
Every time Victor thought of Mark's contorted body and desperate eyes on his sickbed, a dark sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
This is not a simple killing; it is a sustained punishment, a stain on the Williams bloodline.
Next was the third daughter, a naive young girl who longed for attention and recognition.
Viktor's strategy was more roundabout and more insidious. He used his connections to bribe her vain "best friends" with large sums of money.
Corrosion begins in the brightest and most shiny places:
The latest cosmetics, limited edition clothes, and thrilling late-night luxury car rides.
They treated her like a princess, then subtly led her into a trap of extravagance.
From "kind" interest-free loans to formal loans with stringent conditions, it's a series of interconnected steps.
Designer handbags and luxury jewelry—these glamorous poisons led her step by step into ruin.
Two years is enough time for an innocent girl to become a "free" girl completely enslaved by debt and materialism.
Her nude photos and explicit videos became the most powerful bargaining chips in the safe of Victor's finance company.
Her "freedom" is nothing more than a deeper shackle.
Viktor would occasionally see photos handed to him by the monitor, photos of her forcing a smile and showing off new products. The emptiness and fear behind that smile gave him an extreme sense of pleasure in manipulating fate.
He didn't destroy her body, but her soul and her future—and to destroy this person, all it takes is interest.
The interest rate would give her the choice to either talk to her family or go and do business for $700 a night.
Finally, there was the eldest son.
As the eldest son, he seemed to have the most secure position, having inherited some of his father's connections and holding a respectable position in the state government.
To deal with him, Victor found a more perfect breakthrough point—his empty-hearted, socially adventurous wife.
Victor arranged for her to enter a carefully designed "high-end" poker game.
At first, it was a sweet experience, the immense pleasure of winning money and the great satisfaction of vanity.
Then, the outcome of the game begins to be subtly manipulated, and the trap is quietly tightening.
As she became deeply involved, her husband, her eldest son, was naturally dragged down with her.
From trying to help his wife win back her losses to becoming addicted to the thrill of gambling himself, the couple fell into an abyss together.
The enormous gambling debt of over four million yuan tightened around their necks like a noose.
In desperation, the eldest son used his position to repeatedly give Victor's men the green light in exchange for a reprieve from the debt.
Every violation of regulations became a poison pill in Viktor's hands, threatening his political life.
He went from a promising political star to a trapped beast plagued by gambling addiction and corruption.
Viktor coldly watched the couple blame and struggle in the quagmire of debt, seeing a once happy family fall apart, while the cold wasteland in his heart burned even hotter—the fire of revenge was burning.
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Mr. Williams, like his life story, was a very demanding person.
After the death of the wealthy woman who was sixteen years his senior, his life became an extreme pursuit of success and prestige. He ruled his company with an iron fist and disciplined his children with the same strictness.
The eldest son, Edgar, had long been designated as the heir, and had a respectable job and a high status.
His youngest daughter, Isabella, was the jewel that adorned his family's reputation; beautiful and elegant, she was a darling of high society and would continue the family's prosperity.