The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 574 The Battle of the Stools: A Love-Hate Relationship
The Los Angeles Convention Center was packed with people, and two professional signal vehicles painted with the Twitter logo were parked near the entrance.

On the bus, the director in charge of the broadcast was contacting his superiors at the Coast Building to adjust the live broadcast signal.

In low Earth orbit, invisible to the naked eye, a Starlink professional communications satellite has been moved to California.

Riot police from the LAPD were on high alert near the entrance.

Supporters wearing Tangbao T-shirts and supporters wearing Tesla T-shirts had a public online fight two weeks ago, just like the idols they supported.

The riot police, experienced in dealing with numerous battles against demons and monsters and Cthulhu, were well-prepared with tear gas in addition to shields and rubber batons.

At the main entrance of the conference center, two huge posters hang from the roof, depicting Musk and Zuckerberg standing opposite each other, their outstretched fingers pointing at each other's faces.

After months of building momentum, the ultimate showdown between two business giants and tech influencers is about to begin.

Hawke glanced at the poster through the car window and had Raul, who was driving, drive the car directly to the side door and into the reserved private room.

Before he could even sit down, he heard thunderous applause from the audience, as Governor Bryan Ferguson appeared in the stands.

This is a direct showdown between two up-and-coming entrepreneurs and a billionaire in California. Brian, who has always supported new tech billionaires, made a special trip from Sacramento to Los Angeles to watch this special match.

Brian entered Hawke's box, sat down, and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

Hawke handed him a bottle of mineral water: "The odds in Las Vegas favor Zuckerberg. He's 13 years younger than Musk and has won the California Amateur Jiu-Jitsu Championship."

Brian cautioned, "But Musk is heavier and has an advantage in height and wingspan."

Hawke laughed heartily: "So, this amateur match is going to be very interesting."

"They're not faking it, are they?" Brian came over, not only for publicity and political purposes, but also out of curiosity: "That would be no fun."

Hawke, who has recently been in contact with both of them, said, "They've disliked each other for a long time. Although this showdown is more for commercial promotion, they will definitely go all out if given the chance."

Compared to the understated nature of high-level business battles, this war was exceptionally high-profile, featuring insults, challenges, and octagon fights, making it a truly high-profile affair.

Suddenly, a commotion arose below, and a large group of young, beautiful, and sexy girls lined up and entered the venue.

The girls approached the octagonal cage, writhing their snake-like bodies, and tore open their tight-fitting jackets, revealing short t-shirts underneath.

The T-shirts all have Zuckerberg's image printed on the chest, and the words "Zuckerberg will win" are written on the back.

Twitter, which was broadcasting the event live, immediately turned its camera on the scene.

These top-tier celebrities attracted the attention of the entire audience.

Zuckerberg has already made a strong impression even before he has appeared on stage.

Hawke noticed two familiar faces among the candy babies: one seemed to be Jamie Foxx's ex-lover, and the other was Jacqueline's friend.

He had forgotten his exact name.

Brian stroked his chin and said, "I didn't expect Sugar Baby to be of such high quality."

“Old buddy, put away your unreliable ideas, or you’ll get caught in Jennifer’s trap.” Hawke, who had made full use of Sugar Baby to deal with enemies, gave a special reminder: “We started our investigation into Abedin, Sylvia’s goddaughter, by going through her husband’s records. We caught him red-handed through his dating history with Sugar Baby.”

Brian immediately became serious: "You're overthinking it. Don't you know who I am?"

Hawke nodded slightly. When it came to important matters, Brian was much more reliable than Tom Emer.

The match announcer and referee then entered the octagon, spoke some opening remarks into the microphone, and announced: "This highly anticipated battle of the century is now officially beginning. Please welcome the two contestants, Musk and Zuckerberg, to the ring!"

Three Tesla concept electric vehicles drove in one after another through a side gate. Their unique shapes and dazzling external screens on the roofs stole the show from the children.

On the roof of each vehicle is a huge screen playing Musk's brainwashing speeches.

This world's number one tech influencer's ability to sway people is beyond doubt.

The majority of those present were Musk's supporters, who erupted in thunderous cheers.

Wearing boxer gear, Musk stepped out of the middle Tesla and waved to his supporters.

The boxer's jersey also features the word "Tesla" embroidered in large characters in the middle.

At the opposite door, all the Sugar Babies rushed forward, and Zuckerberg, wearing a hooded jumpsuit, quickly walked out of the door surrounded by beautiful women.

He glanced at the arrogant Musk and was the first to enter the octagon.

Not to be outdone, Musk also entered the octagon amidst cheers from his supporters.

These two internet celebrities, one fat and one thin, coincidentally wore extremely loose competition outfits, especially their athletic shorts, which had large, bulging bulges in certain areas, easily leading people to have inappropriate thoughts.

The host and referee called the two of them over.

Zuckerberg retorted without hesitation, "Liar!"

Musk almost simultaneously shouted: "Pimp!"

The referee had to say, "Mind your sportsmanship!"

He began to explain the rules of the match. The match was an octagonal no-rules fighting match, and apart from prohibiting striking certain areas, both fighters could do whatever they wanted.

Considering that neither of them were professional athletes and their identities were unusual, the referee led them in a warm-up session.

As Zuckerberg stretched, something strange suddenly fell out from the seam of his athletic shorts and landed on the octagonal cage with a thud.

Musk heard the sound and turned to look. He saw a strange object consisting of two balls and a stick under Zuckerberg's feet. His eyes widened immediately, and he almost spit fire from his eye sockets.

The scene immediately erupted in commotion.

"Cheating!" Musk's supporters chanted wildly. "Cheating! Despicable cheater!"

Zuckerberg seemed not to hear, bent down to pick it up, and prepared to stuff it back into his shorts.

The referee, his face dark, approached, extended his hand, and shouted, "These contraband items are confiscated!"

Zuckerberg did not argue and handed it to the referee.

Inside the private room, Brian took the binoculars from Edward and finally saw clearly what Zuckerberg had dropped, saying, "What does this mean?"

"How much does Zuckerberg hate Musk?" Hawke also saw that what Zuckerberg handed to the referee was a pink cow-shaped cup.

It's much smaller than the one worn by Zhou Jie, but the style is similar.

Inside the octagon, Musk's pale face turned bright red from blood engorgement. If Zuckerberg were to smear this stuff on his face during the match, it would be a disgrace he could never wash away.

The whole world will know that the famous Elon Musk got hit in the face by that thing!
Enraged by Zuckerberg's lack of sportsmanship, Musk strode over, demanding, "You bastard, are you here to compete with me? Do you even have...?"

Before he could finish speaking, something fell out of his crotch because he was walking too fast.

Musk quickly reached out to press it, but the thing was a bit heavy and fell too fast, so he missed.

With a thud, a gleaming silver wrench landed on the platform of the octagonal cage.

Zuckerberg was dumbfounded. He had only secretly brought a rubber item onto the stage, and this guy had brought a metal one! What was he planning? Murder?
Before the referee and Zuckerberg could question him, Musk bent down, picked up the small wrench, and said loudly to the still stunned audience, "I'm an entrepreneur and researcher who builds cars and rockets. I deal with machines every day. It's reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me, isn't it?"

Supporters, eager to stir up trouble, shouted, "Perfectly reasonable!"

Sugar babies and their sugar daddies scoffed, retorting in sharp voices: "Cheating! Cheating! Cheating..."

Zuckerberg realized what was happening and immediately complained to the referee: "I protest! I protest! The opponent was too malicious, bringing a weapon onto the field. He should be disqualified on the spot!"

Musk stepped forward with a wrench and retorted, "You bastard, you brought a weapon too!"

“That’s not a weapon!” Zuckerberg retorted.

Musk scoffed, "Yeah, not a weapon, but a tool you put in your ass!"

"Shut up!" The referee was under immense pressure and shouted at the top of his lungs, momentarily drowning out Musk and Zuckerberg.

He snatched the wrench from Musk and said, "I'm warning you, no weapons are allowed in this match! You must immediately hand over all prohibited items, or I will cancel the match!"

Musk patted his shorts: "That's all."

Zuckerberg said, "I want to play him fairly!"

The referee was really worried about these two exceptional individuals, so he had Musk and Zuckerberg do a few sets of jumping exercises to warm up.

If he weren't responsible to Twitter, he would have preferred to cancel the match outright.

After this farce, the tense atmosphere of the competition vanished, and both inside the octagon and outside, tens of thousands of spectators became unusually cheerful.

With the referee announcing the start of the match, the Maza battle officially began.

Musk is tall and strong, and is currently under forty years old.

Although Zuckerberg is a bit thin, he is only in his twenties, a time when he is full of energy.

At first, the two were testing each other, but soon it turned into a chaotic brawl.

Zuckerberg's so-called amateur-level California champion-level Jiu-Jitsu has no room to maneuver against sheer size.

Musk adopted the most conservative tactic: you hit me five or six times, and I can easily withstand it with my fat body, but if I hit you once, you can't take it.

Just like the martial arts masters fighting each other that Hawke had seen in online videos, the two of them had no rules whatsoever, and their wild punches landed on each other's heads and bodies repeatedly.

The supporters on both sides of the audience were stirred up, frequently cheering for their respective favorites.

A few crazy fans, in an attempt to distract Musk, took off their shirts and repeatedly flashed the car headlights into his eyes.

Zuckerberg clearly did his homework, knowing that Musk's hobbies are similar to Leonardo DiCaprio's, and that all the cars with their headlights on are blond, long-legged, and fiercely handsome young men.

Some of the headlights were so perfectly shaped that Musk, caught off guard, lingered on them for a fraction of a second longer than expected.

Zuckerberg's fist slammed into his face.

A chubby, fair face topped with two panda-like eyes.

This bastard has no sportsmanship at all, so Musk simply used his hard-earned ultimate move, spreading his arms and lunging at Zuckerberg.

If it were a professional athlete or a skilled amateur, they could knock out Musk several times during this process.

If Zuckerberg still had the Bullfighting Cup, he could make Musk suffer a lifetime of shame.

But the pink cow-shaped cup has already been confiscated by the referee!
Musk's bulky body pounced on Zuckerberg.

Zuckerberg fell backward onto the platform.

Musk seemed to see a blonde, long-legged beauty and immediately pressed himself against her.

With a height of nearly 1.9 meters and a weight of over 85 kilograms, all of that weighs on Zuckerberg.

This move, which Musk publicly revealed in his challenge video with Zuckerberg, can be described as a killer move!

Zuckerberg is lying on his back with Musk's face down on top of him, face to face, eye to eye, looking very affectionate.

A love-hate relationship!

The two stared at each other, wishing they could stab each other to death with their gazes.

Musk exerted all his strength, pressing all his weight onto Zuckerberg.

Zuckerberg's thin abdomen was weighed down by a large belly, making it look like he was about to poop out.

His legs and arms were restrained, and he tried desperately to struggle, but the two were not in the same weight class at all.

Musk sneered, "Admit defeat! Apologize to me publicly!"

Zuckerberg was feeling suffocated by the pressure, but the thought of having to publicly apologize and back down to this disgusting fat man made every bone in his body feel uncomfortable.

He forced his voice through clenched teeth: "Never admit defeat! Never!"

Musk exerted force suddenly, his massive body pressing down like a mountain.

The referee stood on the sidelines, using his extensive experience to decide whether or not to separate the two.

After careful observation, he decided not to interrupt the game for the time being.

In the stands of the stadium, supporters of Musk and Zuckerberg not only cheered for their respective goals but also constantly attacked their opponent.

LAPD riot police had already quietly moved out, holding riot shields to separate the two sides.

Compared to the fanatical, brainwashed fans who support Musk, Sugar Baby and Sugar Daddy's fighting power is noticeably weaker.

The former group is too small and consists mostly of women, while the latter group consists of people with assets, so their emotions are naturally calmer.

Zuckerberg struggled desperately and finally managed to pull his right hand out, but the two were pressed tightly together, making it too difficult to exert any force.

He didn't have the strength to push Musk away at that moment.

It was impossible to admit defeat.

At that moment, Zuckerberg suddenly thought of his Chinese-American girlfriend and the Hong Kong martial arts movies they had watched together.

Rather than being overwhelmed and losing the game, it's better to teach this fatso a lesson!
Zuckerberg stretched out his right hand and squeezed through the gap between the two people, using his ultimate move—the monkey stealing the peach!
Musk's face, which had been grinning maliciously, instantly changed color, as if his opponent had seized a vital point.

But he reacted extremely quickly, swiftly reaching out with one hand and mimicking the monkey stealing peaches!

Both of their faces turned a deep liver color.

The referee had been watching them closely and quickly rushed over to separate them.

Once the people were separated, Musk and Zuckerberg were lying on the platform, unable to stand up.

(End of this chapter)