Chapter 313
Chapter 313 Boxing Match
Just as Catherine walked out of the school gate, she received a phone call from Branden. Without
hesitation, she casually picked her phone up and put it next to her ear.
A melodic male voice came through the telephone, warming her ears.
‘School’s out, right?” asked Branden.
“Mhmm!” Catherinezily responded.
“Some businesses came upst minute. I won’t be able to pick you up today. Should I send a driver to
take you back home?”
The driver would be waiting at the school gate anytime if Catherine wanted. The condition was that she
agreed.
Catherine replied coldly, “No need. I have ns for tonight, too!”
“What ns?”
“None of your business” was something that Catherine originally wanted to say, but when it came to her
lips, she changed it to something else.
“I am going to rehearse with Ronin and Bryan!”
Branden had no intention of interfering with Catherine’s business, as he understood that Catherine
disliked being confined.
If the burden of her shackles became too heavy, she could leave anytime without even bothering to say
goodbye.
“Take care of yourself. Give me a call if anything goes wrong!” said Branden. After listening to Branden’s
instructions, Catherine hung up the phone and walked into the nearby alley.
In the depths of the narrow alley stood a house. Catherine pressed the app on her phone, and the
electric shutter door of the house opened automatically.
Only a silver-ck motorcycle was parked on the first floor of the spacious house. Sunshine was shining
on the body of the motorcycle, making it dazzling.
Catherine elegantly executed a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver- ck motorcycle with ease.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
As the throttle elerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant
dragon suddenly awakening.
Catherine released the elerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a
lasting impression, leaving people in awe.
At a remote vige on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant ck market was
hidden underneath this remote vige.
Every Tuesday, there was going to be a boxing match here. In the ck market, boxing wasmonly
referred to as ck boxing.
Two strong men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a tform of several square feet.
Punch for punch, each onended on flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists excited the nerves of
everyone present.
They shouted, roared, and cheered as if they had gone mad…
“Fight, you wimp. Knock down that pussy!”
Where there was apetition, there was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to ce
bets. As the yer lost, the audience who lost money started to curse crazily.
They took out their frustration from losing at boxing on the failed yer, even doubting themselves for
betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of blood, all beaten up.
No one would feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the
gamble couldn’t wait to go up and tear him up.
The worst of human nature was unleashed to the extreme,id bare for all to see without restraint.
Regrs here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing matches were just an appetizer.
Next, there would be even more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only be
increasingly cruel and also more stimting.
After the first round of boxing came the second round. Unlike the first round, where the yers were
evenly matched, the second round of boxing was more exciting and brutal.
On the left stood a tall and sturdy guy about 6 feet tall. On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who
looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched yers were
not at all peculiar in this boxing match.
The vast difference between the two yers’ strengths stimted the audience’s senses, and the odds
for this round were 1 to 10.
If they ced a wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times
their initial bet.
Although there was a significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was
willing to ce a bet on a skinny little boy.
As soon as the bell rang, the match officially began. The tall yer took the initiative to attack. He silently
counted down in his mind, wanting to end the game as quickly as possible.
“Bang!” With one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this
oue. Not even a cheer was heard.
At the very top of the audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS. This was a ce
reserved for a small number of highly distinguished guests.
A man was shaking the red wine ss in his hand. On his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine
eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What a pity, this little guy looks
pretty good!”
Right after his words, a cold female voice came from the darkness.
“Not really!”
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Unlike the gentle and softness of the man’s voice, the woman’s voice had a unique icy and bone-
shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning
face that took everyone’s breath away.
“What do you mean?” The man asked curiously. It wasn’t because the boy on the stage had changed his
mind, but because he knew the woman beside him never took risks without being sure.
What she said was usually the truth. Faced with her friend’s inquiry, Catherine did not know how to
respond andzily uttered one word.
“Intuition!”
Then, she stared at the activity on the stage below and watched the confrontation happening there. After
being knocked down, the little boy didn’tpletely give up.
He struggled for a while before getting up. The big guy’s fist was indeed powerful. It hit him so hard that
he couldn’t stand straight.
The big guy didn’t even bat an eye at the little boy, who managed to get back on his feet. He already
epted the ending in his heart. All he wanted to do was break his own record of game time.
So he didn’t even hesitate for a second and quickly threw a punch, wanting to knock the little boy down
completely with another punch.
As the tall dude threw another punch, everyone thought that this would be the moment to determine the
winner. To everyone’s surprise, the big guy’s fist missed its target.
Taking advantage of his short height, the little dude swiftly crouched down and narrowly avoided the
punch. Laughter filled the air from the audience as they constantly mocked.
This move pissed off the big guy. He threw another punch quickly, nning to teach the boy a lesson.
Although the little boy was weak and thin, he was very agile, just like a monkey jumping up and down.
He never allowed the big guy to catch him and even made him dizzy.
Upstairs in the VIP room, the man holding a ss of red wine finally understood what Catherine had just
said.
He curiously looked toward Catherine and asked, “Cassie, how did you know that the boy intentionally
took the punch to lower the opponent’s guard?”
He was the owner of this boxing gym, Sean Scott.
Over the years, he had watched more than a thousand matches. Had he failed to discern the boy’s ploy
from the outset, he undoubtedly had aplete understanding of it by now.
This little boy was adventurous and took a punch from the big guy to get a sense of the opponent’s
techniques while catching him off guard.
Next came the real confrontation, but what perplexed Sean was how Catherine could see through it at
first nce.
“Her ability is truly formidable!” thought he.