Chapter 148: The Story

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In Box 47, the group of 'Wiltonsteins,' including Jennifer, all wore solemn expressions.

These young elites of the Wiltonstein family were not like the ordinary people outside who had only a superficial understanding of cold weapon combat.

Every single one of them possessed extremely high attainments in magical energy cultivation; except for a few who were still underage, the vast majority had reached a level above the Outlaw.

"Borrowing force to counter force, using skill to overcome a thousand pounds? Our little cousin here has quite remarkable combat talent."

"That Lancester is a complete waste, and his coach is even worse."

"If he hadn't been in such a hurry to break into Level 7, he might not have lost so badly today."

"Now we just don't know how strong he really is. If his sword speed can reach over 600 kilometers per hour and his magical source volume meets the standard for Level 7, he might be qualified to fight that monster on the East Coast."

"No wonder the Nathan Sports Group is giving him such high treatment."

"How should I put it? My feelings are really complicated right now. At least this guy hasn't disgraced the name 'Wiltonstein,' but seeing a half-breed bastard steal the spotlight still makes me a bit uncomfortable."

Jennifer Wiltonstein didn't listen further. Seeing Li Mochen step down from the arena, she stood up and strode out directly.

At that moment, her butler Oliver was already waiting outside the door, holding a portable phone.

"Miss, Mr. Christian's secretary called again."

"They already know? That's right, several TV stations on the West Coast are broadcasting live."

Jennifer showed no intention of taking the phone: "Just reply to him. Tell him I'm working on what Mr. Christian instructed. Given that the difficulty has increased, I need more time. Ask him to be patient."

"Understood!"

A smile appeared on Oliver's face: "One more thing. An hour ago, President Consueli raised your inheritance sequence by two places to eleventh. He has convinced the family council. Congratulations, Miss!"

Joy flickered in Jennifer's eyes, but then she furrowed her brows, a hint of hesitation on her face.

Her grandfather's support was crucial, enough to dissolve some of the resistance within the family. But it also meant that the 'Wiltonsteins' before and after her in the sequence would now see her as a formidable enemy.

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As Li Mochen walked out of the Storm Stadium, he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of reporters.

Even though the event committee had dispatched at least twenty security guards to escort Li Mochen to the parking lot, all kinds of cameras and microphones nearly thrust into Li Mochen's face, and the white light from countless flashbulbs made it almost impossible for those around him to keep their eyes open.

"Andre, please stop for a moment! Can you answer a question?"

"Mr. Wiltonstein, could you explain how you defeated Lancester today? Many people didn't understand your fight."

"—How do you feel after defeating James Lancester? You still believe the Atlanta City High School MOS individual championship is yours for the taking, right?"

"Mr. Wiltonstein, some viewers say you colluded with the bookmakers to cheat. Is that true? Can you clarify it here?"

"Andre, did your action of kissing the magical energy bracelet today have any special meaning? I saw it on TV. Is the inscription on the bracelet 'May luck be with me'?"

"Andre, I'd like to know your assessment of your opponent."

Li Mochen remained silent, walking straight ahead until he boarded the bus. Then the reporters were all stopped outside by Carl Holton, who spread his arms.

"Everyone, everyone! Listen to me, okay? Since Mr. Wiltonstein doesn't have an agent or spokesperson yet, and the NHSAA event committee hasn't held a post-match press conference, I'll temporarily answer your questions on behalf of Mr. Wiltonstein today."

"First, I want to say that today's match is absolutely above board. Anyone with doubts can appeal to the NHSAA event committee. However, before there is concrete evidence or investigation results, anyone who dares to publish or spread false information will face a lawsuit from Mr. Wiltonstein and the Nathan Sports Group."

"Second, Mr. Wiltonstein has always been determined to win the Atlanta City High School MOS individual championship and has expressed this view on multiple occasions."

"As for Mr. Wiltonstein's bracelet, since many reporters asked about it, I'll explain here. 'May luck be with me'—this was the inscription on a wooden bracelet Mr. Wiltonstein received in his childhood. It was a birthday gift from his mother, carrying his longing for his parents. Since that wooden bracelet was damaged, our designers, upon learning of this, specially crafted this lucky bracelet a month ago, modeled after the style in Mr. Wiltonstein's memory, as his exclusive equipment. Thank you!"

Inside the bus, the corner of Li Mochen's mouth twitched. He thought that in the original Li Mochen's memory, there was no such thing! And a month ago, he hadn't even seen a shadow of this bracelet.

However, unexpectedly, the original owner of the body had almost no reaction to this statement, as if he was either used to such things or still immersed in the joy of becoming famous overnight.

"Is that so?"

William Jacques, sitting next to him, apparently took Carl's words seriously. He immediately turned to carefully examine Li Mochen's wrist: "I noticed earlier—you kissed it twice, before and after the match. It really has special meaning for you, right? Wow, the design is very beautiful, but it's not manly enough, more suitable for a girl."

Li Mochen thought, what else could he say? He just shook his head: "You're really naive, William."

William wasn't stupid; he instantly understood the truth, and his expression turned strange.

At that moment, Carl Holton had finished the impromptu press conference and returned to them.

"Sorry, I didn't inform you about the bracelet. The company's marketing department notified me during your match to change the promotional plan. Since it was a last-minute idea, everything was rushed. Of course, we'll pay you a fee. According to industry practice, you'll get a 0.3% design fee commission. This can bypass the NHSAA event committee's rules and will be your legal income."

Li Mochen was about to question Carl about this, but upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow: "I can't just agree to that. 0.3% is too little. I'll have to have the Pearson-Darby-Specter law firm discuss the relevant terms with your legal department."

He wasn't foolish enough to agree so easily, but the fact that the other party had voluntarily brought it up did make him feel a bit better.

No, to be precise, it was delight—another extra income—

"Then please do it as soon as possible. Preferably decide within a day! Our product is already being distributed nationwide and will likely hit the shelves in a day. Our contract will also determine the final retail price of this product."

Carl smiled, unconcerned about Li Mochen's behavior.

No matter how much money Li Mochen asked for, it would ultimately be paid by his fans and reflected in the price of the lucky bracelet, so he didn't care at all.