HLM -Chapter 1391 Crazy Busy

The things the TH gang did impressed Wang Bo in many ways, which was one reason he was willing to let them stay in Sunset Town.

But a gang is still a gang. These guys were prone to causing trouble, and when he decided to let them stay, he had already prepared himself for it.

Negotiating with them and reasoning was useless. He had to respond with an even tougher attitude to make them realize that the other side was stronger and harsher.

Wang Bo spoke harshly, but in the end, Jimmy and the others held back and escorted four men away.

This incident was soon reported, and there was even footage online of Hariev taking action. At the time, there were plenty of pedestrians on the street who helped reconstruct what happened.

Despite the huge difference in size, the gap in combat ability between a professional boxer and ordinary people was enormous. The four Māori thugs didn’t even manage to touch him; with just a few dodges and punches, Hariev had them all on the ground.

The boxing tournament began. The first day featured featherweight and lightweight matches, essentially as a warm-up, so the attention was low.

From the second day onward came the super lightweight matches, and the champions were set to appear.

Because of the special specifications of the golden championship belt, combined with the International Boxing Federation’s promotion, many boxing stars were invited, and the matches were intense.

Unfortunately, Wang Bo didn’t enter the arena even once. Now he began to understand the pain of being a public servant.

Tourists and townspeople enjoyed watching the matches, while he, along with his police and other officials, worked tirelessly to maintain order.

The tournament lasted five days. In the final heavyweight intercontinental championship, there was no doubt—the champion was Oakley.

As a sponsor and host of the arena, Wang Bo had the honor of presenting the award to Oakley.

After Oakley knocked out his opponent, Elizabeth hurried over to inform him: “Boss, it’s your turn to appear.”

Wang Bo handed the main control console to Charlie and said, “Keep an eye on things. If there’s any problem, notify me immediately.”

Charlie nodded: “Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of experience doing this. Everything’s fine for now. Go ahead and attend the award ceremony.”

Wang Bo, in a sharp suit, entered through the VIP entrance. The stadium was filled with deafening cheers, a rolling wave of sound that made hair stand on end and ears ache.

“V! V! V! V! V! V!!!”

“Long live Volcanic Rock! Volcanic Rock wins! Volcanic Rock!”

On the boxing platform, Oakley pounded his chest with his fists, sweat covering his body. The lights shining on him made him gleam like crystal.

Hundreds of photographers clicked away, taking photos and videos. The president of the International Boxing Federation was personally present and would join Wang Bo in awarding the golden championship belt to Oakley.

The two shook hands and together lifted the golden belt onto the stage.

The old president laughed: “This belt is really heavy. Luckily, you helped me. I couldn’t lift it alone.”

Wang Bo replied loudly: “You’re too modest. You’ve probably lifted more championship belts in your career than I’ve ever seen on TV.”

Once on stage, they shook Oakley’s hand and handed him the golden belt.

“Thank you, thank you, President Pirots! Thank you, Wang, my good friend!” Oakley happily raised the belt. The lights shimmered on the gold, dazzling and spectacular.

The crowd erupted in even wilder cheers. Boxing fans all stood, applauding and shouting.

Wang Bo exchanged a glance with President Pirots and smiled, applauding as well.

Oakley lifted the belt and turned in a circle, bowing in four directions to show appreciation to the fans.

The host stepped onto the stage with a microphone and handed it to Wang Bo, a partner in the event.

It was time for the boxing fans to exit. The boxers were no longer appearing, and everyone began leaving under security guidance.

In this situation, no one really cared what the person on stage was saying. Wang Bo casually gave a few words of thanks and handed the microphone back to President Pirots.

Once he stepped down, journalists swarmed him, thrusting microphones forward:

“Mayor Wang, who came up with the idea of the golden championship belt? Will it affect future choices of belt materials?”

“Mayor Wang, what is your opinion on the recent racial discrimination incident against Uzbek boxer Hariev?”

“Mayor Wang, will Sunset Town host any more sports events in the future?”

“What impact has this tournament had on Sunset Town?”

The noise gave Wang Bo a headache. He shouted, “Sorry everyone, it’s too noisy here. I can’t hear clearly. Can you ask one at a time?”

“I’ll go first! I’ll go first! I’ll go first!”

Seeing the chaos, Wang Bo realized order was impossible. He grinned and said casually:

“In the coming period, Sunset Town needs better development. We’ll leverage the attention from this championship tournament to improve and attract more visitors…”

“Many thanks to the International Boxing Federation for supporting Sunset Town, and special thanks to Oak City, Cromwell, Wanderer Town, and Lewis Town for providing assistance during this tournament…”

“That’s all for now. I’ll attend the press conference later and hope to provide more satisfying answers. Thank you for your coverage and support of Sunset Town during the tournament!”

After nodding politely, he walked down the corridor under the protection of Atulu and Uncle Bing.

Once in the corridor, Atulu sighed in relief: “Boss, after these five days, I think I’ve lost ten pounds.”

Wang Bo replied helplessly: “I feel for you, but there’s nothing we can do. Hang in there a few more days. Once this is over, everyone will have a break.”

Atulu pouted: “A few more days? Aren’t the boxers starting to leave today?”

Uncle Bing glared at him: “It’s not that complicated. Just follow the boss’s plan.”

It was like a refugee exodus. In the afternoon, traffic on Highway 8 surged again.

Many people drove out of Sunset Town, and with so many cars, fender benders were inevitable. Calls about traffic issues flooded in, almost overwhelming the police station’s phone lines.

Wang Bo personally took part in traffic management. This was when the flying trike came in handy. It was easy to take off and land, and there was no traffic jam in the air.

He used it to coordinate deployments, moving accident vehicles and keeping Highway 8 flowing smoothly.

An international event of this scale had a huge impact on the region. The effect lasted into early April, with Sunset Town still attracting many visitors. Government departments, especially the police station, operated in overdrive.

Wang Bo was nearly exhausted. Only now did he realize just how difficult it was to be a top leader.