Chapter 1640


    The crowd roared with excitement as Horace squeezed his way to the edge and nced back. The


    fighter was down, and he knew the boss had roughed it out in that cruel region before, able to handle


    these backstreet brawlers with ease.


    “Boss, I swear I''lle back for you!” Horace led them away first.


    Arabe, now free from worries, floored the fighter and swiftly locked the cage door behind her as she


    made her exit.


    A gunshot suddenly echoed through the arena. A lot of audience realized till then danger had


    descended and scrambled to the sides.


    Zebulon, nked by a slew of henchmen, had Arabe cornered. “You think you can wreck my joint?”


    Arabe, facing the armed crowd, her eyes turning icy, retorted, “What, I need to write you a permission


    slip?”


    “You’re in over your head!” With a wave of Zebulon''s hand, his goons opened fire.


    Arabe quickly subdued one of them, using the man as a human shield and seizing his weapon to


    return fire.


    In the VIP room.


    Steward reported with guilt, “Mr. Collins, Sam slipped away in the chaos, and I lost sight of Felix too.


    It’s that girl’s fault.”


    As he spoke, his gaze fell to the lone girl below. Her movements were lightning-fast, and Zebulon''s


    dozens of men couldn’ty a finger on her.


    Felix loved the thrill of the fight, so Sean had deliberately jacked up the price to a cool million bucks to


    lure him out.


    And sure enough, when Sam reported his arrival, that girl had dashed to rescue the kid in the cage,


    and her crew had managed to snatch the kid''s mother too. Perhaps sensing danger, he had vanished


    in the chaos, and Sam had fled also.


    Damn her! Why y hero? Why stir up trouble? Couldn''t she just stay home, hit the books?


    Once Felix showed, and they snagged him, they would''ve surely sent someone for the kid. They


    weren''t heartless! It was just a matter of moments.


    Why did that girl have to meddle?


    Steward had been on this lead for ages, and to think it would be botched today, and by a meddling


    schoolgirl, no less.


    Sean eyed the agile girl on the ground floor, her aura defiant and cold, “Catch her, throw her to the


    mountain.”


    In the arena.


    Zebulon, seeing his men strewn about in pain, only a few left circling Arabe, stepped back fearfully,


    “Who the hell are you?”


    The girl wore a ck mask, her face unseen, but her youthful clear eyes suggested she was just a


    teenager. So young, yet with such skill and bravery, she had not only taken down a 300-pound muscle-


    bound fighter but also left his men groveling on the ground.


    At that moment, Steward arrived with reinforcements.


    Zebulon, seeing them, as if spotting his salvation, “It''s this girl. She’s ruined Sean’s fun. Steward, get


    her!”


    Sean?


    Arabe''s gaze lifted towards the VIP room. Silhouetted against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, a


    lean figure stood watching the melee below.


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