Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 224

When Kim Donghu first said he’d only fight in a professional match if the money was right,

most pro boxers laughed.

Sure, they acknowledged his skills.

And yes, they knew he was the monster who took down a steroid abuser.

But money wasn’t something that moved so easily.

A fight had to be marketable.

No matter how strong someone was, it meant nothing without ticket power.

Even if he was an Olympic champion,

they believed it was too soon to just skyrocket him into pro boxing’s top ranks.

But two years later,

after he dominated the Asian Games—

Everything changed.

Kim Donghu had become the face of Asian boxing.

Yes, there were still active pros,

but no other fighter had conquered both the Olympics and the Asian heavyweight division—

and was still young.

Naturally, people began seeing him as the next-generation Asian boxing icon.

"Still... it was disappointing when he suddenly focused on acting instead."

He had said he’d go pro.

So when was he actually going to fight?

The major boxing organizations had felt a deep sense of loss.

Until—

They suddenly got their golden opportunity.

"Wait. He’s filming Tarzan?"

"That means... he’s in the U.S."

"If he’s filming in our backyard—"

"That means getting him into the ring is a lot easier."

Korea and the U.S. were far apart.

But America to America?

That was a completely different story.

"With the physical distance eliminated, most of our previous obstacles disappeared."

That meant they could challenge him anytime.

Of course, they still needed his agreement.

But they weren’t too worried about that.

『 If you’re really that strong, shouldn’t you be fighting in the heavyweight division? 』

『 If you’re satisfied with the amateur scene, don’t call yourself the strongest. 』

『 A primitive Tarzan could never handle the techniques of modern boxing. 』

They knew exactly how to play this game.

Step 1: Bait him with public callouts.

Step 2: Use the hype to promote boxing’s "demand" for Tarzan.

『 Tarzan—can he fight outside the jungle? 』

『 The challenge of the pro ring! A wall he has yet to face! What will happen? 』

Journalists immediately picked up the story.

Soon, the news would reach Kim Donghu himself.

"At best, it’ll take four months to finalize a match."

"So in the meantime, we just gather fighters who want to face him."

A title match wasn’t possible right away.

First, they needed to see if Kim Donghu’s skills translated to the pro level.

The plan was simple:

Pit him against a contender first.

Then, depending on how that fight played out,

they would decide whether to fast-track him to a title bout.

"Let’s start with a contender match, see how he does, and then decide."

But at that moment—

The matchmakers and promoters immediately objected.

"No. We should schedule both the contender fight and a title match ASAP."

"Agreed. That’s the most efficient strategy."

"Honestly, we shouldn’t even waste time with a contender fight—just go straight to the title."

"I second that."

The boxing executives hesitated.

The way this conversation was shifting—

Something felt off.

"You’re all underestimating Kim Donghu’s abilities."

"Because he’s Asian? Because he’s only fought in the amateur circuit? This discussion feels very wrong."

They were completely mistaken about his level.

There had never been a fighter like Kim Donghu before.

And yet, they were acting like they needed to test him out first?

"Are you all being careless just because he’s in the U.S.?"

"Mexico is already making moves too."

"And don’t forget—Kim Donghu said he’d fight for the right price."

"You’re all seriously miscalculating this situation."

This wasn’t just any match.

This wasn’t just about money, clout, or hype.

This was a war between the four major boxing organizations—

ALL of them competing to secure the biggest wildcard in boxing.

"This is about claiming Kim Donghu—the hottest property in the boxing world right now."

"Whoever gets to him first will get the most attention."

What they needed was SPEED and STRATEGY.

"Firsts" always held immense power.

The first pro fight of a fighter considered the strongest Asian boxer alive?

Broadcasters would fight over the streaming rights.

Ticket prices would skyrocket.

The event would become a global spectacle.

And whoever secured him first would have leverage over every future fight.

"We need to redo the entire plan."

"We need to act like we’re provoking him in public—"

"But behind the scenes, we need to flatter him and win his favor."

Flatter him.

A strong phrase.

But no one in the room objected.

From that moment forward,

as if on cue,

all four major boxing organizations

began secretly reaching out to Choi Seokho.

***

Filming continued smoothly, and March passed without issue.

Though the light aircraft scene was still on hold,

the Tarzan crew was now standing before a massive cliffside,

admiring the breathtaking view.

"We’re actually climbing this?"

"Technically, we’re only climbing from the middle. Not the steepest part."

It wasn’t a completely vertical drop—

there were ledges where people could rest,

where tents could be set up,

making it relatively safe.

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Originally, this scene was supposed to be filmed on a set,

but Kim Donghu had insisted that real cliffs would be far more immersive.

So the production team went on a location hunt

until they found the perfect spot.

"But seriously, I was shocked when Evelyn said she wouldn’t use a double."

"Right? Even with safety measures, this is terrifying."

The staff chatted as they continued setting up.

"I can’t believe they’re actually doing this."

"Well, if you can carry 80kg while climbing a rope, I guess confidence comes naturally."

Despite the difficulty of the scene,

if they could pull it off, it would be legendary.

A man risking everything to save a woman from falling off a cliff—

that was the very essence of Tarzan.

It was raw.

It was primal.

"The stunt double must be disappointed, huh?"

"Huh?"

As the crew’s conversation continued—

"Come on, it’s not just anyone’s back—it’s Kim Donghu’s."

"Does that even matter?"

"Of course! You think anyone would just pass up the chance to ride that back?"

"So Evelyn’s stunt double is jealous?"

"Yeah, apparently."

"Oh, really?"

"?!"

Evelyn suddenly appeared from behind them.

When did she get here?!

How much did she hear?!

They weren’t talking about anything bad,

but the embarrassment was still instantaneous.

Heads dipped down in reflex.

"Ah... I didn’t mean to blame anyone. I was just curious if she really °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° was that disappointed."

"I-I mean, if it were me, I’d totally feel the same. It’s Donghu Kim’s back we’re talking about. It’s hard to even imagine how wide it is!"

"Y-Yeah, exactly! That’s all we meant!"

"I see..."

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Despite the staff’s frantic attempts to explain,

Evelyn’s mind was elsewhere.

"Honestly... I am a little curious."

Tarzan was shirtless,

wearing only shorts.

Even his feet were bare,

making his entire physique visible at all times.

Every time she saw him,

she’d wonder what it would feel like to touch his chest muscles—

but she had never thought about his back before.

"Wait... am I a pervert?"

"Am I thinking about this too much?"

Honestly, this was partially Donghu’s fault.

"It’s illegal to be this attractive!"

Of course, she knew how ridiculous that thought was.

So she slumped forward, sighing.

"Ugh... I wish we’d just start filming already so I’d stop thinking about this."

At that moment—

"Thinking about what?"

Just as before, a voice casually cut in.

"WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!"

"Just now."

It was Kim Donghu.

Casually drinking water as he walked over,

already shirtless and fully prepared for filming.

"Y-You already got your makeup done?"

"There’s nothing for them to do for me. Jane’s different, though."

"Ah, right... Jane’s different."

Flustered, Evelyn quickly ran off to get her makeup done.

Watching her retreating figure—

"This is getting complicated."

Kim Donghu had a feeling about where this was going.

***

If there was one thing he had learned in this life—

"I’m definitely more possessive than I thought."

He was greedy.

He had always been greedy.

Even now, just watching Evelyn walk away,

he was already thinking about the fourth one.

"As long as I take responsibility, it’s fine."

That was easy to say.

The problem was—

how was he supposed to explain it to everyone individually?

"Honestly, if polygamy were legal, I could just register them all and be done with it."

Forgiveness was easier than permission.

Maybe he should just go for it and sort it out later.

As he waited for Evelyn’s makeup to finish—

Brrrrrrr!

His phone suddenly rang.

"Huh? Who’s calling?"

The moment he answered—

-"D-D-DONGHU! DONGHU! D-DONGHUUU!!"

"...Yes?"

It was Choi Seokho.

And his voice sounded completely unhinged.

-"W-WHAT DO I EVEN SAY ABOUT THIS?!"

"About what?"

-"T-THE... THE... THE... BOXING MONEY! THE FIGHT PURSE! IT’S... OVER TEN MILLION DOLLARS!!!"

"...Excuse me?"

-"THE MAJOR ORGANIZATIONS... THEY’RE... THEY’RE— OH MY GOD, THEY’RE THROWING INSANE MONEY AT YOU!!!"

This was the first time in his life

that Kim Donghu had ever seen Choi Seokho lose his mind.

"The boxing organizations?"

What the hell did they tell him?