"We are all people who love boxing. My disciples have shed so much blood, sweat, and youth for boxing; I can't let their dreams be strangled before they even begin!"
Ou Ping said dismissively, "Dreams? That sounds nice. But isn't it all about fighting for the prize money..."
"Big brother, if we win, we will share a portion of the prize money with you," Yun Shaoqiang said magnanimously.
"Yeah, uncle, it's actually very simple for you to get money. We'll fight and if we win, we'll share some with you," Yun Hu added with a smile. Yet their tone sounded like they were bestowing charity.
Upon hearing this, Sun Qiao and the others couldn't help but clench their fists in anger.
They indeed needed the money, but the prize money was only a form of recognition for them.
What they needed more was to prove themselves, to realize their own worth.
The boxing competition was their dream; what they needed most was to fulfill their own dreams...
