Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"I’m off to work."

In the morning, inside an apartment in the eastern part of the city, Officer Reed devoured some bread and stood up, picking up the cap on the table.

"Dad, can I have a pair of roller skates? Tom downstairs has them."

His son Harry looked up and said crisply.

"You’re only five years old; roller skating is too dangerous. I’ll buy them for you next year."

Officer Reed said with a slight headache.

"Alright!"

Harry pouted his little mouth, looking somewhat disappointed, and used his fork to break apart a small biscuit.

Officer Reed ruffled his soft hair, "Make a wish, maybe it’ll come true this Christmas."

Little Harry blinked his big eyes, saw him nodding, then excitedly closed his eyes and quietly told Santa he wanted a pair of roller skates, preferably blue, like the color of his dad’s uniform.

"Reed, here are some sandwiches I made for you, take them for lunch."

His wife Jenny came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a yellow paper bag in her hand.

"No need, no need, they’re providing lunch at the gym."

Officer Reed waved his hand and put on his hat.

"Take it just in case, the boxed lunches are small, and I worry you won’t have enough to eat."

Persuaded by Jenny, Officer Reed took the paper bag, left the apartment, got into the police car parked at the roadside, and on the way, picked up his colleague Charlie from the next street; the two drove to the O2 arena on the Greenwich Peninsula.

Today was the day of the WBA/WBC boxing match, scheduled for two-thirty in the afternoon.

It was just after nine in the morning, yet many people had already gathered around the arena.

Among them were employees of the arena, who needed to clean the venue again before the match.

The security staff would also use professional equipment to check the venue to ensure the match could proceed normally.

The ticket inspectors too were seated at the windows, doing some preparatory work.

Several TV station employees were also there with their broadcasting equipment, setting up early inside the venue.

Beyond these people, there were many street vendors selling fruits, drinks, food, and souvenirs.

Officer Reed had seen on the news yesterday that this match would generate revenue of no less than a hundred million pounds for the surrounding area. Initially, he thought this figure was exaggerated.

Seeing these vendors, as well as the surrounding fully booked hotels, restaurants, supermarkets, and the constant flow of taxis and buses,

He thought that number might be an underestimate.

"Charlie, keep an eye on things here; I’m going to use the restroom."

Officer Reed tapped the car window and said to his colleague, who was reading the newspaper in the passenger seat.

"Okay!"

Their work for the day wasn’t too demanding; mainly, they were to stand by the street at the north gate, maintain the order of entry and exit, prevent disturbances, and also deter the local thieves. ⱤαΝô฿Ɛṩ

Officer Reed entered a public restroom by the street, and taking a call, said, "Louise, I’m on duty on the street; it’s inconvenient for me to take calls right now. What’s up?"

"Damn it, Reed, you haven’t been over in five days. Have you found another woman? Is it Lucina?"

Lover Louise shouted dissatisfiedly; her voice was a bit coarse, and her appearance was average, her sturdy body resembling that of a farm woman, but Reed liked this type about her.

"Louise, don’t get any ideas. The O2 arena is hosting a boxing championship, and we need extra patrols. I’ve been busy till midnight every day. I’ll come over once it’s done,"

Officer Reed explained.

"You better not have another woman; if you fool around, I won’t let it go. Also, I saw a dress at Prada, the same one Anne Hathaway had; I want to buy it, it costs 600 pounds. Bring the money next time you come."

"600 pounds?!"

Officer Reed couldn’t help but rub his forehead.

"Louise, we are just ordinary people, stop trying to wear Prada like those rich ladies. I think those lesser-known brands are also fine. There’s a department store on York Street owned by Huaxia, their clothes are even better quality than those luxury brands."

"Reed, you don’t even have six hundred pounds? Did you give it to another woman?

Damn Reed, when you first seduced me, you said you would always adore me and spend all your money on me; now you won’t even spare six hundred pounds?

Alright, forget it, I’ll go to Edward; that damn fool is always staring at my ass; I think he’ll surely buy me Prada."

"No, dear Louise, please don’t do that, Edward is just a pig head; he doesn’t deserve you. Alright, I took a part-time job recently, I’ll bring you the money once I earn it."

After pacifying his lover, Officer Reed breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and called reporter Bernard Gary to ask if he had made any progress yesterday.

He had been busy at the station the previous day and didn’t participate in tracking Link.

He heard that Gary and Charlotte both went, and he wanted to know if they had managed to snap photos of Link and Emma Watson on a date.

Gary disappointedly informed him they hadn’t; Link was too cowardly, seeing too many paparazzi downstairs, he didn’t dare to stay and had left early; they had wasted their whole day.

Reed could tell from Gary’s tone that he was disappointed, so he encouraged him to keep going.

As long as Link was still in London, there was always the possibility of him dating Emma Watson again. Men always desire what they can’t have even more.

Gary thought his advice made sense and asked him to keep an eye out de the arena; he would also be coming over later.

After hanging up, Officer Reed got back into the police car, only to see his colleague Charlie counting money, a thick stack, around four to five hundred pounds.

"Where did that money come from?"

"Hehe, someone sent a gift."

Charlie took out two hundred pounds and handed it over, saying it was for those who saw it.

Then Charlie explained that it was a favor from the ticket scalper, Raymond.

Three days ago, the sports arena had started selling tickets, and Raymond, through his connections, managed to snatch up over five hundred tickets.

The ticket prices were divided into five categories based on the distance from the seats to the boxing ring: 100 pounds, 200 pounds, 500 pounds, 1000 pounds, and 2000 pounds.

The news reported that the first batch of 18,000 tickets released by the sports arena were sold out in just 21 minutes.

Many people who wanted to watch the boxing match onsite but didn’t have tickets had no choice but to turn to scalpers.

Now, the black market ticket prices had risen by at least 50%, and the highest-priced VIP seats were already going for more than 5000 pounds and were still hard to come by.

"It went up that much? Raymond must be making tens of thousands of pounds this time, right?"

Officer Reed asked in surprise.

"At least thirty thousand pounds."

Charlie said, swinging his finger.

Officer Reed felt somewhat envious. That was thirty thousand pounds, equivalent to half a year’s salary for him.

The sun was gradually rising, and the pearl-like dome of the O2 sports arena shimmered in the sunlight, looking like a bright pearl lost on the banks of the Rhine River.

The pedestrians and vehicles on the surrounding streets were also growing denser, converging from all directions towards the sports arena, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Officer Reed and his colleague couldn’t focus on chitchat; they put on sunglasses and stood in the densely populated areas, their eyes scanning around.

Although their gazes were aimless and even somewhat unfocused, to the ordinary eye they appeared to be engaged in a serious task, providing a great sense of security.

The first to enter the arena were mostly tourists and locals from the regular seating area, who had taken buses and subways, then walked to the sports complex.

This group was the largest, numbering tens of thousands.

By the afternoon, there were increasingly more luxury cars on the streets—Ferraris, Maseratis, Rolls-Royce Silver Spurs, and so on.

Officer Reed also spotted many celebrities in the crowd, including Prince Andrew and Harry who came in a McLaren, members of the House of Commons, the city police chief, sports department officials, and others.

There were also stars like Keira Knightley, Adele, and several actors from the "Harry Potter" movies, such as Daniel, Robert, and Emma Watson.

There were also several sports stars, including the Beckhams, boxing champions Lennox Lewis, Joe Calzaghe, Frank Bruno, Chris Eubank, and so on.

Some of the celebrities wore baseball caps and large sunglasses, covering their faces completely, making them unrecognizable to Officer Reed.

"So many celebrities, are they all here to watch Carl and Link’s boxing match?"

Charlie said, looking towards the entrance.

Officer Reed shook his head, "Last December, Carl had a match against Jean Pascal here, and there were less than ten thousand spectators. I reckon most of these people are here for Link."

"Link’s fame is indeed massive. I even have his album at home. Can you believe a singer became a boxing champion, is the Golden Belt that easy to get?"

Charlie asked. Explore more adventures at

"You got it wrong. Link became a boxing champion before he was a singer."

Officer Reed then shared what he knew and what he had heard from Charlotte a few days ago about Link’s achievements and news.

Things like Olympic champion, seven-time world swimming champion, becoming the world boxing champion in ten minutes, and global album sales of over ten million copies.

As they were talking, Gary came from across the street, holding a camera and taking shots of the crowd in front of the sports arena.

Apart from him, several media reporters were also there, randomly interviewing spectators, asking where they came from, whose boxing fans they were, and who they hoped would win.

"Hey, James!"

Gary shouted from across the street, casually taking a couple of photos of Reed and Charlie.

"Anything unusual or particularly interesting happen here today?"

Reporter Gary shouted.

"All’s well, buddy!"

"Oh, that’s too bad."

Gary said regretfully, preferring the chaos over the peace beloved by the police. The more chaotic, the more newsworthy, and they would be able to meet their monthly interview targets and earn the top salary.

"But I saw Emma Watson, and also Keira Knightley, Adele; Link really is a popular bastard."

Officer Reed said, his hand resting on his belt.

Gary shook his head, "There are too many people here, hard to keep an eye on them. Oh well, let’s leave it to luck. If we can’t catch them on a date, guess it’s not our day to strike it rich."

Beep beep!

A horn beeped through the street as two Mercedes vans drove from the north and stopped at the north entrance.

Two burly men in black suits, wearing sunglasses, got out and looked around, followed by a lean, muscular young man with black hair, in his early twenties, handsome, with a gentle demeanor, bright clear blue eyes, and a slight smile, seeming in good spirits.

Officer Reed and Gary exchanged glances—Link Baker had arrived.

Gary quickly raised his camera and snapped a photo of Link.

Link, hearing the noise, greeted, "Good afternoon, gentlemen!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Baker!"

Officer Reed replied, tipping his hat, thinking to himself that if they could capture a photo of him on a date with Emma Watson and make a fortune, his mood would be even better.

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