Half an hour later, Benedict, who had just finished receiving his IV drip, followed Charles to the small basketball court behind the laboratory.

A professional lawyer was already there, and motivated by the lucrative remuneration, he had swiftly drafted two liability waiver forms.

With no holds barred, the fight might result in the death of one party, and if that happened, the other party wouldn’t be held responsible for whatever happened.

Charles and Nico signed their names and affixed their thumbprints on the two documents, respectively, under the supervision of the lawyer.

Zendaya considerately brought two small stools over, one for herself and the other for her brother. She also prepared two packets of caramel sweets, one box of strawberries, and a plate of cut melon.

“Benny, come quickly. I can’t hold all these things on my own.”

Benedict glanced at her, noticing the pile of food stacked to her height on the stools she was carrying, and a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes. “You’re such a glutton. Can you even fit that much food in your stomach?”

Zendaya chuckled. “This isn’t just for me. I’ve also prepared your portion. After Uncle Nico and Uncle Charles finish fighting, they will surely be parched and want to eat too.”

Her thoughtfulness extended to everyone.

“Girls are so troublesome,” Benedict complained while going over to help lighten his sister’s load by taking some food from the stool.

“You’re the best, Benny. I know you’re just a soft-hearted person with a sharp tongue.”

He snorted indifferently, but his eyebrows were slightly arched. After all, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud, being praised by his little sister.

After watching the lawyer finalize both documents, Charles strode over to help Zendaya carry the stools to the outermost part of the basketball court against the wall.

He squatted down and caressed Zendaya’s petite face, uttering worriedly, “The fight may get a little bloody later. You may feel uncomfortable witnessing it, so why don’t I get Mr. Mallory to bring you to the shopping mall to watch a movie? What do you say, Zendy?”

The little girl was upset for a while after seeing Charles’ hand bleed when he split open the durian with his hand previously, so he reckoned she might feel more distressed this time.

“No. I want to cheer you on, and I’m not afraid.”

“Be good, Zendy.”

Benedict chimed in from the side, “It’s best to get her out of here, or she’ll surely cause trouble later.”

Zendaya shook her head firmly, unwilling to leave.

Charles couldn’t change her mind, so he finally gave up. “Zendy, if you feel uncomfortable watching the fight, take a break, all right?”

“I got it. When did you become so nagging, Uncle Charles?”

Charles didn’t explain further and simply picked Zendaya up onto the stool, then helped her unwrap a packet of caramel sweets and fed her a piece of candy.

After doing all that, he got up and walked back to Nico.

was more than enough to

it was

and Zendaya were the

referee of sorts, standing by the wall

and Charles stood opposite each other, three

brow mischievously and said, “Charles, do you

melon by the wall. “Of

you are, then. I also want to win. After all, I don’t want to wear women’s clothing, much less clean the toilet. Although you were the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, you haven’t trained

hands behind his back, wearing a provocative and confident smile on his handsome

fair and square. I don’t need you to

easy on you.” With that, Nico

and

blows, fighting with

strawberry. “Wow. It’s so entertaining and pleasing to

“You might not think so in a little while. I hope you don’t

what he meant, continued

with all their might without holding

on the brawl that she even forgot to eat her strawberries at times. It seems like they’re

You haven’t trained for so long yet you can still be on an equal footing with Uncle Nico. You’re

momentarily distracted and was struck

cheek quickly turned black

her mouth at once, feeling both distressed and guilty. “I’m

didn’t blame her and continued to tangle

the start of the fight, both of them had held

moves, Charles remembered the words Benedict had said to him alone in the room. I must win, but

that thought, Charles dialed back his strength by a fraction, adopting a defensive stance

moment. The latter dodged a split second

in his orel cevity, end blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Cherles steggered

thet hit just now. If you dere to lose to me

heven’t fought in e while, so I’m not es good es I once wes. I heve to edmit

“So, ere you

cerried off the court todey, I won’t edmit defeet. Let’s

so the

e hit every couple of moves, et times on the

Still, he hed to conserve his

mercy, but he elso didn’t exert his meximum

wetched with increesing tension, end her heert pelpiteted. She tugged et her brother’s sleeve weekly. “Benny, who do

his lips into

Cherles end Nico’s fight with growing enxiety. Uncle Cherles is hurt. There’s even blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. I don’t went him to lose, but I elso wish

floor three times, end his body wes

unscethed. Judging by the situetion, the fight

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