#Chapter95
I gape at him. /"What? That's impossible./"
He nods. /"It is. For normal boxers. For boxers whose mentors are part-owners of the league, however, it isn't./" he says and smirks.
/"You own the league? The big league? The one whose fights are world famous and streamed on television?/" I continue to gape at the motherfucker. Only now do I realize that he's wearing the most expensive brand of sportswear there is.
/"Well, about 20% of it, yeah. And this gym./" he says and nods with his head towards the emormous space we're in.
I shake my head. /"I don't believe you. Why would you do this for me? You don't even know me and I was a total dick for you./"
He shruggs. /"As I said, you remind me of someone. And you're hella good, I don't see why not help you get there./"