Chapter 1277
Nydia watched as she swallowed the pill, signaling her two bodyguards to release her.
Judith felt an immense pain, a pain in her throat, throughout her whole body. She even spat out a
mouthful of blood.
Nydia remembered that the youngdy of the Sanders family had a heart condition, and after this
ordeal, she wasn''t sure if Judith could make it out of here alive.
She left the room, hearing Judith''s piercing screams from behind.
"Maja! I will kill you! If I get out of here, I swear I will kill you!"
She was screaming hysterically, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Just as Nydia stepped outside, she was informed: "Nydia, Dn''s back. This time, he brought more
than fifty men, all armed."
Nydia raised an eyebrow and immediately headed for the main hall.
In the hall, Dn stood in the center, surrounded by gamblers and traders who hadn''t left.
After all, this kind of scene wasmonce in the underground fight club, except this time the
troublemaker was from the Sanders family, North America''s richest and most influential family, with
close ties to the royal family.
The fight club was a notorious no-man''snd, a haven for all kinds of criminals, even murderers with
dozens of lives on their hands. Everyone had seen shootouts like this before, so no one in the hall left,
instead, they stayed to watch the drama unfold.
Dn, standing almost six feet tall, stood out even in North America, where height was the norm.
His hands, gloved in ck, held an assembled gun. Seeing Nydia, he spoke up.
"I want to see my sister."
He had visited once before afternding, but Nydia, a veteran in these matters, hadn''t taken his
demands seriously.
Nydia, wearing a purple sundress, sauntered up to him.
"Mr. Sanders, do you know the price of brandishing a gun in a fight club?"
Dn pointed his gun directly at her.
"I said, I want to see my sister."
Unfazed, Nydia chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Your sister? Who?"
She wanted to announce to everyone that Judith wasn''t his sister, just a bastard child brought home by
someone.
But she had already made a deal with Augus, so she had to honor the contract.
"You mean Judith? She''s here alright. But are you sure you want to take her back home?"
Dn''s eyes hardened, his finger lightly pulling the trigger, his meaning clear.
Nydia maintained her smile, gesturing to her bodyguard.
"Alright, bring Ms. Sanders here and hand her over to Mr. Sanders."
As she spoke, she turned to Dn.
"But I should warn you, Mr. Sanders, once I''ve returned her, if you still leave your men here, our next
target might just be the Sanders family''s matriarch, Arlene."
The statement was bold, but everyone in the hall knew Nydia wasn''t joking.
The fight club was special, a sanctuary for the worst of the worst, a trading point for valuable items.
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If the fight club ceased to exist, the ce would be even more chaotic. So, for its continued
existence, some retired killers were willing to get their hands dirty again.
Here, the owner of the fight club had nothing to fear.
Dn nodded, agreeing to the deal.
Ten minutester, Judith was brought out.
Her clothes were undamaged, and she didn''t look like she had been abused, she was just
unconscious.
Dn breathed a sigh of relief, took her into his arms, and left.
His men followed suit, and Nydia smiled at the remaining crowd.
"Everyone, go home. There''s nothing to see here."
The hall returned to its usual quiet, as if the preceding drama never happened.
Back in her private booth, Nydia messaged Ian, telling him Dn had taken Judith away.
She knew Ian wouldn''t me her. His goal had been achieved. Judith had been thoroughly tormented.
A faint smile yed on Nydia''s lips. She had added an extra ingredient to the "medicine" on her own
initiative. Not only would Judith be blind and mute, but every three hours, she would feel
unbearable pain, as if being pricked by needles. Considering Judith''s weak heart, it was a matter of
time before she sumbed.
If Ian wanted to deal with someone, Nydia would, of course, pull out all the stops.