HLM -Chapter 1384 Little Wang Is Not Well

On March 10, Rogge Allison returned to Sunset Town. This time, he brought with him five golden championship belts—gleaming, dazzling belts of pure gold.

Wang Bo picked them up one by one to examine them. The heavyweight champion’s belt was the heaviest of all. Just the gold in the buckle alone weighed fifteen kilograms. Add to that the cowhide strap, plus the gemstones and beautiful crystals used for decoration, and the total weight reached around twenty kilograms.

He held it in his hands and tested the weight, saying, “This belt is really heavy.”

Rogge beamed with delight. “Of course, of course. This is a real gold belt.”

Although the five belts differed in decorative details, their main insignia were the same: at the center of each buckle was an emblem of a mountain and a sun, with part of the sun setting behind the mountain.

On the back of each buckle was some engraved information—a brief introduction to the boxing match, along with the year and the host location. Wang Bo was very satisfied when he saw the words “Sunset Town” engraved there.

These five belts were meant to reward the winning boxers. In addition, the International Boxing Federation had prepared five belt replicas, made at a one-to-one scale. However, the gemstones used were lower-grade, and the buckles were made of brass instead of gold.

The replica belts were identical in appearance to the championship belts, and on their backs was a message of thanks from the International Boxing Federation to Sunset Town. These replicas could be placed in the town museum for display.

At the same time, once the belts were unveiled, the standard replicas entered the consumer market. Anderson’s department store stocked a large number of them—he knew they would definitely sell like hotcakes.

With that, all preparations were complete. All that remained was to wait for the right moment.

Ten days before the match, the participating boxers began arriving in Sunset Town one after another. Rogge arranged time for them to enter the boxing arena, get a feel for the ring, and find their rhythm in advance.

During this period, the gym was placed under restricted access—only the boxers were allowed in to train.

As a result, the gym attracted even more attention. Nearly all the participants were world-famous fighters: Pacquiao, Mayweather, Andre Berto, Ricky Hatton, and other boxing superstars all showed up.

Among them, the Filipino national treasure Pacquiao and “Pretty Boy” Mayweather were the headline stars. However, both were now fighting in the welterweight division, so they would not be facing V. Oakley, who competed primarily in light heavyweight and heavyweight divisions.

Compared to those two, Oakley had participated in fewer matches and had fewer wins so far. His current commercial value and fame were somewhat lower. But when it came to potential, even the two of them combined could not match Oakley.

Security in Sunset Town was raised by several levels. Neighboring Oak City and Cromwell temporarily dispatched police officers to provide support, and all local police officers began working overtime.

The police were more than happy to take on the extra work, as it meant having close contact with star boxers.

In addition, the International Boxing Federation hired a professional security company. A total of sixty-four elite security guards were sent to Sunset Town to protect the celebrities.

The boxing stars themselves brought personal bodyguards, and wealthy individuals who came to watch the matches also arrived with large security details. Very quickly, Sunset Town was filled with burly men with powerful builds and eyes as cold and sharp as lightning.

Under these circumstances, the pressure on Wang Bo was naturally immense, and there was no shortage of things to handle.

With all the police working overtime, he was no exception. When he got home at night, Eva was often already asleep. In the mornings, he would leave before she even woke up.

On Thursday morning, he got up early as usual and hurried out. With only two days left before the boxing match, his workload had increased even more.

Just as he was heading out, Zhuang Ding suddenly clamped down on his pant leg, eyes wide, ears pulled back, staring at him.

Wang Bo turned around, squatted down, and patted the dog’s head. “I know, Zhuang Ding, I know I haven’t spent much time with you lately. But I really can’t right now. How about in a couple of days? Dad will definitely play with you properly then.”

Zhuang Ding shook his head, his big ears flapping back and forth, and tried hard to drag him back into the house.

Wang Bo gave a bitter smile. “Dad really has things to do right now. I’m very busy. Be good, Zhuang Ding, okay? Look, it’s only just dawn—you can go back to sleep for a while.”

Zhuang Ding released him, barked twice with his mouth open, then turned and trotted off. When he reached the doorway, he turned back and barked twice more.

Seeing this, Wang Bo frowned and said, “Zhuang Ding, Dad has something important to do—very important!”

At that moment, Commander flew out and shouted, “Ah! Little Wang is not well! Ah! Little Wang is not well!”

Wang Bo asked in surprise, “What’s wrong?”

Commander cried anxiously, “Ah! Little Wang is not well! Ah! Little Wang is not well!”

The words were vague, but Wang Bo immediately understood—Little Wang was not in the right condition. Just now, Zhuang Ding had been trying to signal him. Most likely, it was urging him to go check on Little Wang.

He quickly followed. Zhuang Ding bolted toward the backyard, barking anxiously as he ran.

When they reached the backyard, Wang Bo was shocked to find that all the furry kids were gathered there—even Little Meng was present, flying back and forth in the air.

Little Wang was lying under a Douglas fir. Its massive front paws were pressed against the ground, its head drooping down onto them. It looked utterly listless, completely lacking its usual vitality.

Wang Bo hurried over, squatted in front of it, and asked, “What’s going on? Come on, Little Wang, lift your head and let Dad take a look.”

The chubby cat brothers came over and rubbed their heads against Little Wang’s mouth. Propping themselves up with their plump backsides and hind legs, they sat on the ground with their front paws resting on their chests, watching Little Wang with concern.

The Queen kept licking the fur on Little Wang’s body, as if trying to comfort it. Princess ran around anxiously on the ground, her pitch-black eyes darting back and forth in agitation.

Little Wang looked pitifully at Wang Bo. It opened its mouth, and a large stream of drool immediately poured out, like a small waterfall.

Wang Bo had never seen Little Wang drool so much. Even when faced with its favorite braised beef in the past, it had never slobbered like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stroking Little Wang’s lion-like mane.

“Wuu…” Little Wang let out a low sound from its throat, like a child sobbing. Its eyes blinked repeatedly, its expression filled with an indescribable sense of grievance.

Wang Bo couldn’t tell what was wrong, until Little Wang showed him its tongue, which had been hanging limply outside its mouth. He was startled to see several white patches on the side and underside of the tongue, each about the size of his thumb pad.

At first, he thought it was white saliva, but when he reached out and touched it, Little Wang recoiled in pain, and the whimpering from its throat grew more urgent.

Wang Bo quickly held it still and took a closer look. This wasn’t saliva—it was ulcers…

“Uh… you’ve got mouth ulcers?” Wang Bo asked in surprise.

Little Wang didn’t understand what he was saying. It just drooped its tongue there dejectedly.

The early-rising Dale ran out and asked, “Brother-in-law, what are you doing?”

Wang Bo replied, “Little Wang is sick. It’s got mouth ulcers on its tongue.”

Dale exclaimed in shock, “Did Little Wang curse someone? Did it swear? But… can it even talk?”