Chapter 674
Inside the arena, the air was electric with excitement and bloodlust.
“Did you hear? A woman actually signed up to fight the Boxing King. No fucking way that’s real, right?”
“It’s true! Some stupid woman decided to leave the kitchen and come play with the big boys. She’s got a death wish, that’s for sure.”
“A woman beating the Boxing King? What a joke! My money says she walks in on her own two feet and gets carried out on a stretcher, ha-ha…”
The moment Elliott stepped inside, he could feel it—mockery hanging thick in the air. And it was all aimed at Christina. No one believed she stood a chance. They weren’t here to watch a match—they were here to watch her get wrecked.
Thea smirked at the masked Elliott and Eloise. “Bets are open. Why don’t you go all in on Christina? Odds are insane.”
“Yeah,” Kole added with a snort. “She’s got no shot. That’s why the payout’s so high.”
“They won’t dare,” Cassie said with a smug smile. “Scared they’ll lose their shirts. Unlike us—we dropped a few mil on Boxing King from the start.” Cassie shot Elliott and Eloise a disdainful glance.
Eloise snapped, “Who says we’re scared to bet? I just don’t know how or where to do it!”
Thea let out a mocking laugh. “Don’t know how? Wow. Then let me show you. Don’t go making excuses!”
“We’re not making excuses!” Eloise shot back.
Truthfully, Eloise had no clue betting was even part of this. She thought people just came to watch for the adrenaline.
“Everyone knows underground fights are all about the bets,” Thea scoffed. “Don’t act clueless.”
These fights weren’t like regulated matches. They were raw, violent, and full of dirty tactics. People didn’t come here unless they were into bloodsport—or to gamble. Otherwise, they could just watch a legit match.
Eloise opened her mouth to argue again, but Elliott stepped in, calm and cold. “Whatever we bet,” he said flatly, “do you dare to match it?”
Thea raised a brow, smug. “Try me.” She wasn’t worried. In her mind, Christina was walking straight into a death trap. As long as she had the money, she’d match anything they dared to put up.
“Good.” Elliott’s eyes narrowed. “Then I’m putting up one hundred million. On Christina to win.”
The whole place sucked in a breath. It wasn’t just the number; it was the fact that he bet it on a woman with no shot.
“Dude, are you nuts? She’s up against Boxing King—he’s a beast.”
“Exactly! Even male fighters struggle against him. She’s walking into a slaughterhouse.”
“Unless… wait. Is this rigged? Did someone pay off Boxing King to throw the fight? No way. Too obvious. That’s suicide.”
“Pfft. Forget it. Just another rich fool with more money than sense.”
“What an idiot. Might as well light that stack on fire. Betting on a walking corpse? Only fools back a loser!”
Elliott didn’t flinch. “I believe she can beat Boxing King.”