Chapter 679
“This whole thing stinks to high heaven! The Boxing King sold us out for cash and handed that woman the win on a silver platter! We want our goddamn money back!”
“Hell, even I could take that skinny woman down without breaking a sweat. No way she beat the Boxing King legitimately. She’s got no muscle on her. She just moves a little faster than most.”
As the angry voices rose to a deafening roar, Thea’s lips curved into a wicked smile. She could practically taste the chaos brewing, and she was ready to make it explode. She raised her voice above the crowd. “I know that woman personally! She’s nothing but a boring housewife who’s never thrown a real punch in her life. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could beat the Boxing King!”
The crowd of angry bettors was already seeing red, their faces flushed with rage. Thea’s words hit them like gasoline on a fire, sending their fury into overdrive.
“Give us our money back! We demand justice for this bullshit!”
The entire arena erupted like a volcano, hundreds of voices screaming in unison. The crowd refused to accept that a woman had actually defeated the Boxing King.
The boxing arena had transformed into a battlefield of rage and disbelief. The calls for justice grew louder and more violent with each passing second, threatening to tear the place apart.
High above the chaos, in an office that overlooked the entire arena, a handsome man leaned back in his leather chair. His hair was perfectly slicked back, and expensive cigar smoke curled around his chiseled features.
His eyes were like chips of black ice, cold and calculating. He wore a tailored black suit that cost more than most people’s cars, the luxurious fabric letting him blend seamlessly with the shadows of his dimly lit office.
Through the massive one-way glass window that dominated the wall, he had a perfect view of every person in the boxing arena below. They couldn’t see him, but he could watch their every move like a god observing mortals.
The handsome man paid no attention to the screaming crowd or their pathetic outrage. His intense gaze was locked entirely on Christina, who stood tall and relaxed, completely unbothered by the chaos surrounding her.
She looked exactly like the legendary Boxing Queen, the mysterious fighter who had appeared out of nowhere and become a legend after a single fight. But something was different. She lacked the wild arrogance and flashy attitude that had made the Boxing Queen infamous. This woman was calmer, more controlled. If they were the same person, then she had changed dramatically over the years. The wildfire in her eyes had been replaced by something far more dangerous—cold, calculated control.
“Boss!” The office door burst open as a subordinate in an expensive suit strode in, his face grave and his posture perfectly respectful.
“Did you get him?” the handsome man asked. He didn’t bother turning around, his eyes still fixed on Christina below.
“Yeah, he’s here right now,” the subordinate replied, his forehead creasing with confusion as he wondered why his boss suddenly needed the Super Champion. “The crowd’s going crazy down there. They’re screaming for their money back, saying the Boxing King threw the fight for cash.”
The handsome man pulled the expensive cigar from between his lips, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth while his eyes remained cold and calculating. He blew out a perfect ring of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. Despite his voice carrying its usual icy tone, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of satisfaction beneath the surface.
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