boyutpedia Chapter 234 Boxing Techniques Boxing techniques require fists to have any method.
Chapter 234 Boxing Techniques Boxing techniques require fists to have any method.
Chapter 234 Boxing Techniques Boxing techniques require fists to have any method.
On a certain island in the eastern Pacific Ocean, a colossal beast collapsed to the ground with a crash, its enormous pupils losing their luster.
From body to head, it shattered into pieces, the fragments dissipating in the wind, leaving no trace of biological tissue.
"The behemoth MUTO has been dealt with." The witch clapped her hands, looking quite unscathed, as if she hadn't experienced a major battle at all.
Who would have thought that she and the giant beast were actually in cahoots?
To date, she has hunted six Titans, including the Skeleton Lizard, the Feathered Serpent, and the MUTO... making her one of the best among the witches.
Although she has never faced Alpha-class behemoths like King Ghidorah or Godzilla head-on, many viewers believe she should have the strength to rival them.
Besides watching the intense, action-packed live streams that rival blockbuster movies, viewers also enjoy debating and ranking the witches.
After arguing for who knows how long, they finally came up with a ranking list, which is considered a relatively credible ranking of witches' strength.
Now, the witch's name is also appearing at the top.
[Let's go, let's challenge the Alpha-class behemoth!]
Glancing at the random comment that had just appeared, and confirming that it was posted by a fan she knew, the witch couldn't help but complain, "Bro, don't get carried away."
"Too much water is bad for your health, so let's stop here for today. I'm tired after chasing Muto for so long."
After shutting down the live stream and ending the chat, the witch sent a message to the company's live streaming department, her consciousness gradually withdrawing from the ring.
"Another large sum of faith has come in. This feels great. I never knew that sending faith via live stream was so satisfying. It would be wonderful to send faith every day." She thought to herself with delight.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the company headquarters, lying in the infiltration pod, with a young man wearing glasses and a suit walking towards her.
"Ms. Lanlan Lu, I am the newly appointed deputy director of the live streaming department. I have some things to discuss with you." The young man had a professional fake smile on his face and spoke in a polite tone, making it difficult for anyone to feel any ill will towards him.
The witch shook her head and refused, saying, "I'm just a figurehead in the live-streaming department. If you have any questions, talk to my direct supervisor."
Seeing that the witch had refused his invitation, the young man felt a flicker of displeasure, but his smile remained unchanged. He blocked her path and said to himself, "I've watched all your live streams, and I've noticed that you don't seem to respect this job very much. You only stream for about four hours a day, while witches of the same rank in other companies strictly stream for ten hours a day."
"Furthermore, you often end your broadcasts without the live streaming department's permission. I think you may not fully understand the importance of this job."
Having said all that, the young man figured the witch should have listened to him.
He was indeed very unhappy with the witch's behavior. In his opinion, no matter how much potential the witch had, she was not yet the Great Witch and should obey the arrangements of the live broadcast department.
She should broadcast for at least ten hours a day, like the witches from other companies. Considering that she is still a newcomer, in order to quickly accumulate popularity, she should change out of this conservative outfit and wear something more revealing, and do something borderline.
Her benefits should be reduced, and her rest time should be cut... In short, he felt that the witch was treated too well and that there was still room to exploit her.
"Did you come up with this idea yourself?"
The witch gave him a strange look and asked, "Didn't you consult the head of the live-streaming department first?"
The head of the live-streaming department is a Blood God Child. If a young person were to actually ask him, he would definitely not be allowed to appear in front of the witch.
"It was indeed my own decision to do this. I believe that, for the benefit of the company, we should revise the work requirements for you."
The young man pushed up his glasses, a sliver of hope lingering in his heart.
He is an ambitious man, as evidenced by his resolute decision to switch jobs to the burgeoning Styx, and his rise from staff member to vice minister.
If this matter succeeds, perhaps the gap between him and the ministerial position can be narrowed; at the very least, it can be considered an achievement for him.
Therefore, he did not report the matter to the minister, nor did he know the witch's special status in the company.
Little did he know, the witch had already seen through his ambition.
"Those suggestions from the company the other day about extending working hours, reducing wages, and encouraging voluntary overtime—were they all yours?"
The witch suddenly spoke, saying something unrelated to the current topic.
The young man was taken aback, then admitted, "It was indeed my suggestion. I expect there will be further notification in a few days."
"There won't be any more." The witch shook her head. "Those suggestions were already rejected by the executive officer. But I'm curious, what did the other staff do to you? Why did you make such a suggestion?"
Upon hearing this, he was speechless for a moment, filled with doubt and uncertainty.
He vaguely guessed that the witch might not be as simple as she seemed, otherwise she wouldn't have known the inside information of the decision-making level.
"I know you may not consider yourself one of them, but unfortunately, whether you admit it or not, to us you are no different from them."
The witch's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, but what she said next left the young man with no energy to think about it.
"You're too arrogant. You weren't even willing to ask your seniors who my direct supervisor is beforehand. Do you see the witch as nothing more than a tool for making money through live streaming?"
"Oh, by the way, my direct supervisor is the CEO."
The young man was struck dumb; the word "CEO" echoed in his mind.
He now understood why the witch enjoyed such privileges in the company.
"Miss Lanlan Lu, you, no, you..."
The witch ignored him, and with a flicker, disappeared before his eyes.
The relevant personnel changes will be handled by the human resources department and the executive officer; she doesn't need to worry about it.
She has to deal with things that are even more troublesome, such as demonstrations by certain extremist groups.
When she first arrived in the city, she witnessed a protest against artificial wombs. Now, she is one of the main figures in the protest, but on the opposing side.
"Tsk, these idle guys, all they do all day is protest and demonstrate, or they're online boxing. Don't they have anything better to do? Who's giving them all the gold coins?"
The witch looked down at the marching crowd below, her expression displeased.
Modi said, "I don't know the source of funds for those who were misled and manipulated, but those masterminds must have received money from our enemies."
The road in front of the headquarters building was already completely blocked, and a large portion of them were the protesters that Modi had seen on the day he entered the city.
Their opposition to artificial wombs was thwarted, even met with violent suppression, and they suffered repeated setbacks, leaving them only able to vent their emotions in their own dark corners.
Until recently, Styx emerged, bringing not only a new generation of bio-batteries but also amazing tools to relieve depression.
This group of people naturally noticed the new thing and realized that once it became popular, fewer and fewer people would be able to make money.
Naturally, this group shifted their anger to Stix Corporation, holding up signs that read "Violation of women's reproductive rights" and demanding that Stix recall and remove all the dolls from the shelves.
They also demanded that the company not produce dolls depicting female figures in the future.
Without a doubt, if Stix agrees to their demands, the company's core base of single men will rapidly disappear.
However, if they do not agree, as the party with the loudest voice, it will not only affect the normal get off work hours of the company's employees, but also create an unfavorable public opinion environment for the company.
"What did the law enforcement authorities in Ning City say?" the witch asked.
"They said they were trying their best to disperse the crowd, but even a blind man could see that they had been paid and weren't putting in any effort at all," Modi sneered.
The law enforcement agencies in Ning City, just like the NCPD in Night City, have long been infiltrated by corruption.
"If this continues, we will have no choice but to exercise our authority as a company."
In the past, the company was the victor, and therefore gained its own privileges.
Within its jurisdiction, the company has the right to deal with matters that hinder its normal operations, and may even resort to force.
The witch looked downstairs and frowned slightly. "What are they doing? Burning the dolls the company makes?"
On the street, a group of people surrounded several naked dolls, dismembering them with knives, pouring gasoline on them, and setting them on fire to vent their discontent.
The doll, bleeding red blood, slightly opened its mouth amidst the raging flames, as if it were screaming silently.
This scene made the two people upstairs frown.
"The scene looks like a medieval witch trial."
As he looked at them, Modi suddenly realized something and said, "These dolls all look like custom-made items, and they must be quite expensive. Given the nature of these people, they'll frame anyone from an eighty-year-old to an eight-year-old. They probably wouldn't be willing to pay for custom-made ones themselves. Could they have stolen or robbed them?"
Hearing him say that, the witch thought it was actually quite possible.
"Then the aggrieved party is... Ah, the aggrieved party has arrived."
On the street, a man in a white shirt was panting heavily. He had just run from the other side to the parade site when he saw this scene that looked like a witch's trial.
Among the crowd, several dolls were burning in the fire, one of which looked particularly familiar.
Zhang Ye stared blankly at the scene before him, his fists clenching tighter and tighter, his expression gradually turning furious and ferocious.
He had just received news that his home had been broken into, so he hurriedly left the company and rushed here.
Who would have thought that he was only a few seconds too slow, and he would witness the tragedy unfold.
"Hiss, whew." Zhang Ye loosened his tie and stretched his muscles.
This trip has left him with nothing but losses; not only has he lost his wife, but his company will likely fire him for unexcused absence.
"Fortunately, I train regularly, and I hope my fighting skills from when I served in Hongtu have not deteriorated."
He took another deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, the anger on his face had vanished, leaving only an eerie calm.
He walked towards the frenzied crowd, pushed aside any obstacles in his way, and calmly entered the circle.
Some people had already noticed him and exclaimed, "What's this guy doing here? Is he trying to harass us?"
Quickly take a picture of him and post it online!
Ignoring everything else, Zhang Ye quickened his pace and rushed straight toward the figure who was clearly the leader.
Boxing techniques, boxing techniques; only with fists can there be methods.
Today he's going to teach these people what real boxing is all about.
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