368 Unexpected Troubles
Rumors flooded the internet about the reigning Light-Heavy Weight Champion Jimmy Jones wanting to teach Zane a lesson, and that the fight was a sure thing. And while the internet was lit aflame, Alex himself simply trained like a madman.
To say that Alex put 8 hours into training mixed martial arts every day of the week, except for Saturday and Sunday was no lie. Normally during a fight camp, a fighter would train 2-4 hours a day. Anything else was excessive, and just begging to risk an injury.
But Alex’s body was sturdy, far more so than it should have been. Perhaps it was an unexpressed perk associated with the system, and how many Heroines he had conquered. Or maybe it was the simple fact that his Incubus ability did more than he had led to believe.
For whatever reason, the daily grind that Alex would take part in, which was enough to break a lesser man, was like a brief run. Exhausting, but not overly so. His workouts were livestreamed by Vanessa who wanted to dismiss rumors that Alex’s partying lifestyle had in any way made him lazy.
And for the first time behind the scenes, people got a true look at Alex’s training methods, and more importantly how well rounded off a fighter he really was. Whether it was boxing, wrestling, jiu jitsu, or Muay Thai. The man competed with trainers and opponents from all walks of the fight game, many of which were a world class in their preferred areas, and toppled them all.
There was a saying that was common in the West: a Jack of all trades is a master of none. But that didn’t appear to be the case with Alex. No doubt thanks to his skill retention, Alex had mastered the four core elements of Mixed Martial Arts, and had even shown a shocking proficiency in secondary aspects, like Kyokushin Karate, and Judo.
He combined all of these things into a brutal and entertaining fight style. Where after watching hours and hours of the man train over the coming weeks, the internet was lit aflame with comments of how Alex was virtually flawless in all aspects of the sport, and could beat easily stand toe to toe with anyone, not only in his weight class, but in the sport in its entirety.
Naturally, the man’s fan club, spearheaded by Sakura, was in the comments of the livestream workouts, cheering for him in massive numbers. At the end of each day, Alex would return home, where he would use his teleportation ability to visit one of his lovers from across the globe. Spending the night with them, or multiple of them at once, before returning to Vegas to start again.
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Nor was he the enemy of Iran, despite quite literally stealing away a general’s daughter. Quite the contrary, he had actually made a friend with Iran, after expressing his condolences to Jasmin’s father, and offering any services Los Zetas could supply to hold the men responsible for the woman’s “death.”
Alex’s enemies were the Saudi and Omani Royal Families. Both of which were desperately trying to track down Aisha’s location, but to no avail. The girl was after all on a private island which in the middle of the pacific ocean which nobody knew Alex possessed.
And because of this they could not help but target Alex instead. There was just one problem with this. Alex was a multi billionaire, and the world’s most dangerous drug lord. The amount of security he had around him, which consisted of bloodthirsty killers who had no qualms engaging in a public gun fight with middle eastern assassins. Was absurd to say the least.
On top of this, it wasn’t like the Saudis and Omanis had free hands to act. Assassinating a US citizen on US soil, especially a billionaire like Alex, was practically a declaration of war against the world’s foremost military power.
In addition to this, the Iranian backed Houthis in Yemen had suddenly begun providing a much greater form of resistance against Saudi interests in the region. After all, Los Zetas sicarios had entered the region and began training them.
And the sicarios themselves had an origin in Mexican special forces, which themselves were partially trained by US special forces. The training provided, in exchange for weaponry, was valuable to the Houthis who began to become a significant problem for the Saudi Armed Forces and the mercenaries who fought for them.
It was because of this that the Prince of Oman, who was going through drug rehabilitation, had no chance to make a move on the other, unknown heroines in the region. Thus, giving Alex a sense of peace to continue his efforts to fight for the belt.
And Alex made the best use of his abilities to further harass the Saudi and Omani royal families. Thus keeping their attention off of him, and instead focused on their own problems in the region which they had no idea was actually being supported by him.
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Alex was in the middle of hitting pads when he received a notice from Vanessa. He normally left his phone with her while she managed things around the gym. After all he needed to know if any emergencies popped up. And interestingly enough, while he was training something which required his attention did indeed appear.
Vanessa quickly grabbed the man’s attention and waved his phone at him. Which was the go to symbol that something important had come up which required his immediate attention. He quickly told his trainers to take five while approached the woman and asked with a rather serious question in his face what was the matter.
“What’s going on? Who is in trouble?”
Vanessa leaned in and whispered something to Alex that immediately caught his interest.
“It’s Jung-Hyun… Her ex-husband and son want back to the picture, and she’s having a hard time getting them to stay away.”
Alex didn’t need to hear anymore. He had thought he had taught these bastards a lesson the last time he saw them. But apparently, that was not the case. And thus he cracked his knuckles, while wearing a mischievous smirk. All while storming off to a secluded area so that he could teleport back to South Korea.
One way or another, he would solve this little dispute, permanently….