Everything Ends Before It Begins [1]

When Max initiated the fight, the first ones to jump into action were those most eager to engage in this skirmish that resembled an all-out brawl.

Max, like a true leader, stayed in the center, watching Joey with confusion as he approached him, deep hatred burning in his eyes.

What was going on with Joey?

Not understanding the source of this intense hatred directed at him, Max raised his hands in a defensive stance, ready to protect his friends.

"I have a question. What the hell is your problem with me?" Max asked sharply, his gaze fixed on Joey, who had come within a few steps of him.

Joey clenched his fists and shouted, "That's none of your damn business."

Max smirked mockingly in response. If Joey didn't want to share his reason, then he'd simply fight. "I'll give it everything I've got!"

"You'd better." For a moment, Joey forgot about his plan to show Georges that he was better than Max. Now, he wanted to prove to himself that tonight, he wouldn't fear Max.

Max clenched his fists, his eyes cold, his raised eyebrows as sharp as his punches, and began testing his opponent.

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The fights scheduled for later were canceled due to this ongoing brawl. But it wasn't boring at all. On the contrary, it was even more exhilarating.

At the center of where the cage had once stood, thirty figures clashed in combat.

When someone fell to the ground, a security team would pull them out, medics would assess their condition, and if it was serious, they'd be rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

"Take those idiots down!"

"Damn, that guy just spat out a couple of teeth!"

Sam wanted to stop Miguel; he didn't need to get involved in this kind of fight. But how could a friend abandon another in a situation like this? Obviously, Miguel fought alongside his friends, trying to find Robby, who seemed to have something in mind about his girlfriend.

"Don't gang up! Have some damn honor!"

The crowd roared loudly to express their displeasure with the brawl and how the Miyagi-do boys were fighting dishonorably.

But the referee on site said nothing. His only job here was to prevent the fighters from beating each other to death.

Of course, as the fights unfolded and others ended, Max paid no attention to this. He simply raised his fists, kept a close eye on his opponent, and occasionally threw some symbolic punches.

While the live audience's reaction was important, it was critical not to let their emotions control the fighters or hastily alter tactics.

Joey, too, seemed calm, frowning in puzzlement at Max while dodging and throwing a few attacks of his own.

According to the trainers Joey had consulted to learn more about the one who overshadowed him, Max was an impatient fighter who liked to launch ferocious attacks in the first few seconds, often knocking out opponents quickly and ending fights prematurely.

Thus, before challenging Max, those trainers repeatedly advised Joey to stay on the defensive, protect his head well, and not give Max a chance to knock him out.

Joey had watched recordings of Max's fights, and the memory of those powerful punches was still fresh in his mind, so he was well-prepared to handle them.

But now that the fight had begun, Max had only tested the waters briefly before retreating, fighting so passively it seemed like he was intentionally dragging out the match.

Joey was perplexed—what was Max trying to do? Suddenly, he noticed that Max was sweating profusely, and his balance seemed unstable. Could it be that he had overexerted himself in previous fights and hadn't fully recovered?

Realizing this, Joey decided to take the initiative and test Max's condition.