Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist-Chapter 370 Plotting Against One Another

Jimmy Jones was in the middle of snorting cocaine when he received a call from his manager. Yet that was not something he really cared about. The man answered the call and continued to snort the line before addressing the man.

"Yo? What's up? Why the fuck are you calling me at a time like this?"

The manager's tone was severe. Though he did not admonish his fighter for doing illicit drugs, even though if he got caught it could have severe consequences for his career. Instead, he quickly addressed the man, telling him why he was calling."

"Listen, I got a call from a very powerful individual. Let's just say he has an interest in your fight with the kid, and wants to speak to you about a proposal. I don't know any more details, and it is up to your discretion how you want to proceed.

But I should warn you, the guy is an oil prince from the middle east. Even so, this smells foul to me and I would advise you to avoid making contact with the man. At the end of the day, the choice is up to you. So I'm going to send you his phone number, and you do you."

After saying this, the manager hung up not waiting for a response. Instead, he immediately sent a text including the phone number which he had been given by Prince Ali.

Jones was a man of ill repute. And so, if an Oil Prince was contacting him, then there was likely a lot of money involved. And if that was the case Jones didn't care how illegal the contents of their conversation may be, or what kind of scandalous deal they might make.

Thus, he quickly dialed the number and spoke to Ali when he picked up.

"This is Jones. I hear you have an offer for me. Tell me what it is, and I'll think about it."

Ali's voice quickly spoke up. He had no plans to stand on ceremony with the foreign fighter, and instead was very forthright with his offer.

"I hear you are a man with a certain talent towards violence. I also hear there might be a fight coming up between you and Alex Smith? I'll be frank with you Mr. Jones. Alex has offended me in ways that are simply unforgiveable.

I want you to do everything you can to make sure he doesn't leave that cage with his life intact. And if you manage to do so, you will be rewarded handsomely for your efforts…"

Jones was in the act of snorting another line when his ears perked up. He stopped what he was doing and was quick to ask just how handsome he would be rewarded.

"Define handsomely…"

Though Jones could not see it, Ali's smile curved into something sinister when he heard the foreign fighter was interested in his proposal. And was quick to clarify the details of the offer.

"How does a hundred million sound? Untraceable, of course, through crypto currency. Easily exchangeable into US Dollars, and easily explainable to the IRS as an "investment." Simple, clean money. And all you have to do is make sure Alex is no longer breathing at the end of the fight. So, are we in agreement?"

A hundred million dollars. That was the kind of money that ever MMA champion wished they could make. But were well out of range of making. Obviously, when one took into account Jone's moral character, or lack thereof, there was no doubt he would accept the offer. And was quick to do so.

"Deal…. That fucking bastard is as good as dead. You have my word!"

No more words were said, instead Ali hung up the phone. He was quite confident that Alex would be on the losing end of the fight. Of course, neither he nor Jimmy actually knew that Alex himself planned to go out there and kill the Light-Heavyweight King. Not out of some personal vendetta, or even for the sake of monetary gain.

Alex's murderous intentions were simply about vanity. To be the one who killed the so called GOAT in the cage? That was a legacy that would stay with him forever. Thus, without even realizing it, two top tier fighters, both of which had psychopathic tendencies were about to try to kill each other in the cage in a way that made it look accidental.

As for Alex himself, he would also remain unaware of his opponent's intentions. Instead, he would continue his rather extreme training camps in the day, to return home at night to one of his many lovers who would message him.

After which the two of them would engage in sexual intercourse. For example, at this very moment, Alex was at his aunt Shannon's house. Who was applying message oil to his back by making use of her massive breasts?

A rather impractical method of spreading oil. But a sensual one nonetheless. And because of this, Alex could only scoff at the woman's attempts to get him aroused.

"You're going to need to do more than that if you want me to drag my exhausted body up from this bed and fuck you!"

Shannon slapped Alex lightly on the back of the head, before reprimanding him for his words.

"Mind your manners, boy! Honestly, your mother doesn't discipline you enough if you dare to speak to your elders this way!"

Shannon was trying her best not to laugh when she said this, because she knew exactly who wore the pants in the relationship between Alex and his mother. And it was not his mother. Alex himself chuckled when he heard this, before egging the woman on.

"As my aunt shouldn't it be your responsibility to discipline me where my mother has failed?"

At first, Shannon thought this was an offer to take the dominant role between them. But as she attempted to press firmly into her nephew's back, the man spun around and pinned her beneath him. An act that astonished her.

She averted her gaze from the man as he whispered perversions into her ear, all while preparing himself for the meal he was about to take part in.

"It would seem you still haven't quite yet figured out who's in charge here… Allow me to remind you of your place!"