Bailey works as a self-defense coach and earns no more than three or five thousand a month. A six-figure medical bill, it will take some time to pay it off completely.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Bailey, and she remembered what Philip had said to her last time. The mysterious man in black had won ten consecutive fights in the fight club, earning at least three thousand for each fight, and that was thirty thousand for ten fights.

Bailey couldn't help but have a flash of inspiration.

This is a quick way to make money. Playing one night at the fight club is almost equivalent to your annual salary.

Thinking of this, Bailey's spirit was shaken.

I don't know what kind of conditions are needed to be recognized by the fight club to be able to compete on stage. Bailey printed out a few copies of his resume on his computer and decided where to try his luck.

"Mom, I went out for a while in advance." Bailey, with his resume in his pocket, ran excitedly to the Fight club.

Just one more crossing, Bailey was about to reach the Fight club when a red light stopped him. She stood there bored, watching the red light timer count down.

As the traffic slowly passed in front of her, Bailey's gaze caught on a black extended Cadillac, and she looked more closely at the familiar string of numbers on the license plate.

Henry!

Bailey immediately realized that he couldn't let him know that he was going to come out to fight privately and earn money to pay off his debts, or else this demon would surely get involved.

So Bailey immediately covered his resume over his face and lowered his head.

At the same time, in the Cadillac cabin, Henry, who had been leaning back on the sofa and disassembling his pistol, suddenly straightened up and looked out of the window, constantly wandering in the crowd searching for something.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Alvin saw the scene in the rear-view mirror.

"I guess my eyes are dim." Henry wasn't sure if the figure he had just caught a glimpse of was Bailey. When he tried to look closely again, he found that the figure was nowhere to be found.

"Master, are you sure you don't need me to accompany you up?" Alvin was worried that Henry would lose control of his temper when facing the party reporter.

"Alvin, just wait down there. I'm a gentleman with whom we talk, not fight." Henry pushed the last part of the pistol into place and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. The handgun, which he disassembled almost a hundred or so times a day, was now worn out by his hands.

Party Newspaper, Keith, Bailey's ex-boyfriend.

Henry thought of this, and a wild smile floated to his lips.

Today is an auspicious day, a good day to settle accounts with an ex-boyfriend who is in a fight with his wife; Taboo: To be alone and sulking, to be in a weak state.

The car was like a black bolt of lightning, and after more than ten minutes, it arrived under the Party newspaper building.

Henry opened the car door gracefully and got out. He made a gesture to the uneasy Alvin in the driver's seat, and then stepped into the elevator.

Where is Editor Keith's office? Henry smiled lazily and seductively at the waiter in the elevator.

The tall and handsome officer was taking the initiative to talk to her. At this moment, the elevator girl wished she could lead Henry over herself, hoping she could stay by his side for a little longer.

Unfortunately, due to her duties, she could only watch Henry get off the elevator in the middle.

Keith was sitting in front of his computer, frowning as he typed on the keyboard.

When he published that article, his boss praised him as a young bull who dares to take on tough problems. But now, after an investigation by the military, it was concluded that Henry had not violated any discipline.

His superiors asked him to make a written self-criticism about the matter, to be profound, to be sincere, to explain why he made such a low-level mistake, and to write a news report that does not conform to the facts.

Keith felt that he had been insinuated and instigated by Carl, along with his jealousy of Henry and his reluctance to part with Bailey, all these factors combined to make him impulsive and confused, and he wrote it overnight and published it the next day.

But such reasons could not be put on paper; he had to write up a legitimate excuse to defend himself. Emphasizing his youth and lack of experience, which led to the mistake. Next time, be sure to approach your work with a serious attitude.

"It's all nonsense." Keith wrote and cursed here.

"I think so too." All of a sudden, a faint voice rang in his ear. Keith shuddered, thinking that his grumbling here had been heard by his colleagues or superiors.

There are not many people in the office who offer help in times of need, but there are many who add fuel to the fire. He is already in a bad situation now, and if he encounters a villain who adds fuel to the fire and reports his words to the boss, he may lose his job.

Keith turned his head sharply and saw that the person standing behind him was Henry.

"What are you doing here?" Keith was so flustered that he jumped up from his seat at once.

Several colleagues in the same office looked up at Keith in puzzlement.

"Let's go out and talk alone," he said. Henry laughed lightly, his dark eyes shining. Having said that, he stepped out with his long legs.

Keith forced an apologetic smile at his colleague, a bit embarrassed, and then hurriedly followed him out.

Henry stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the sun. His dashing military uniform perfectly displayed his model-like good figure. A little more made him too tall, a little less made him too short.

Comparing his waist, which was already slightly developing sideways, Keith couldn't help but show a hint of jealousy.

Henry is just a sickly man, but he seems to be better than him in every way. To put it bluntly, having a good dad is better than anything else. If he hadn't been reborn into Harold's family, he would probably have been left behind eight hundred streets by himself.

"As a journalist, it is my duty to keep a record of what happens every day. As for what went wrong with the articles I wrote, I will only talk to the leaders and the organization. I have nothing to say to you." Keith is good at speaking, and although he is fully responsible for this incident, now facing Henry, he is arrogant and refuses to apologize.

"From now on, stay away from Bailey." Henry gave a cold laugh, and a fierce, sharp light flashed across his eyes. The word "ex-boyfriend" is a poison in the hearts of many men, and just a little bit of it is enough to drive one crazy with anger.