I Can Create Perfect Accidents.

Panda Novel

In a small restaurant.

There were not many customers in the restaurant, there was only one table seated with two people.

They were Bill and John, who had met at the bar entrance.

The two of them had arranged to drink together at night.

Although this restaurant wasn't big, the dishes were very well made.

After three rounds of drinks, both of their expressions were slightly dazed.

It had been a few years since they last met, they had a lot to talk about.

Bill asked John, "Brother John, what are you planning to do now? Although I'm working in a triad now, I have more than ten underlings under me. If Brother John needs anything from me, just let me know."

John looked at Bill, who was a little drunk at the moment and felt slightly touched.

"I'm jobless right now. I don't know what I should do."

Bill was thrilled to hear John say he wasn't working.

"Brother John, I saw that you easily defeated those gangsters in the bar. I think Brother John's martial arts must be pretty good. Why don't you go to the black market to participate in underground boxing?"

John listened to Bill's suggestion and was slightly tempted.

John, who had just been released from prison, indeed didn't have much money in his hands. He could not only train his martial arts in underground boxing but also earn money. Wasn't this killing two birds with one stone? It was indeed a good idea.

Without any hesitation, he said, "Sure, I have nothing to do anyway."

Bill jumped when John agreed.

"Wonderful! This gives our Axe Association a sliver of hope."

Bill happily shouted, "Brother John, I won't hide it from you. Recently, there will be a very important boxing match on the black market. The first place can get one million dollar prize money."

John's eyes lit up at the mention of the million-dollar prize money.

At this moment, Bill said dejectedly, "This competition is very important. It's not just an ordinary competition. It's also related to the survival of several gangs.

"And the Axe Association I'm in is one of the affected parties.

"If the Axe Association doesn't achieve anything in this boxing match, then it will cease to exist.

"Therefore, Brother John, if you can come and help, then we'll definitely be able to cross this obstacle."

John said to Bill, "Don't worry, with me around, your Axe Association will be fine."

Since John dared to say this, it meant that he had some confidence in his own strength.

At the same time, he was very confident in his Foresee ability.

He believed that there wouldn't be any strong competitor in a small underground boxing match in Eric State.

So John asked Bill, "When will the competition start?"

Bill replied, "The official competition is the day after tomorrow. The registration will end tomorrow."

John thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Alright, I agree to participate."

John's eyes shifted as if he had thought of something.

If he wanted Alexander Group to go bankrupt, he would need to have some forces too.

Underground forces like the triads were a very good choice. Killing and robbing were their specialties.

There were some things that a person like John who had a normal identity couldn't do.

But these people hiding in the dark were good at doing these things.

If John helped Axe Association win the underground boxing championship, it would be a good start for the subsequent taking over of the Axe Association. Besides, his friend was in the gang.

Thinking of this, a plan started to form in John's mind.

John took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down a cell phone number. He handed them to Bill and said, "This is my number. You can contact me for the registration and when the competition is about to start. I'll come instantly."

"Okay, Brother John. I'll let you know when the time comes," Bill replied respectfully.

Then, the two of them left the restaurant together.

John walked beside the road, his eyes looking around. No one knew what he was searching for.

Suddenly, he saw a woman who seemed to have drunk too much. She was lying beside the trash can.

John took a closer look. Wasn't this the woman he had saved at the bar?

Looking at the drunk woman in front of him, John didn't want to be involved in such matters.

However, his morals prevented him from walking away. In the end, he helped her up.

John asked the woman, "Where do you live? Do you want me to send you back?"

The woman looked drunkenly at John, mistaking him for a pervert.

Therefore, she slapped John wildly.

"Go away, go away! Don't touch me, you pervert!"

"Hey, hey, hey.

"Is there something wrong with you? I saved you at the bar just now, and now I'm helping you up. I wanted to send you home out of kindness, but you called me a pervert. Do you have any conscience?" John scoldingly said to the drunk woman.

The woman looked at John closely and instantly sobered up slightly.

The woman exclaimed happily, "You are? You are the guy at the bar?"

"Oh mine, you finally remembered me. I thought you were going to repay kindness with ingratitude." John said unhappily.

"Sorry, sorry." The woman said hurriedly, afraid that John would walk away in anger.

Then, she said, "I didn't recognize you just now. I thought someone was attempting to do something bad to me while I was drunk. If it's you, I wouldn't mind even that's the case, hehe."

Hearing this, John's face darkened as he thought: "What's wrong with women nowadays? Are they all so open?"

John said to the woman, "Forget that, I have no interest in you. Where do you live? Shall I send you back?"

"Sure, my house is in Mary District. It's the tenth building, level 13." The woman looked up at John expectantly and said.

It was only now that John could see the woman's face clearly. Although she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous,

her looks were very striking, especially her figure. She was wearing a work attire, which accentuated her figure.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, John's heart trembled.

In the three years he had been in prison, John had never seen a woman, let alone such a beautiful one.

John was also an adult man. He hadn't vented his sexual needs in the past three years, causing John's breathing now to become somewhat rapid.

John suppressed the physiological reaction in his body.

He said to the woman, "Alright, I'll send you home now."