Chapter 242 The Thrilling Showdown
As soon as Kevin left the room, Matilda took a drag from her cigarette, her sultry eyes locked onto
Gabriel.
She observed him closely, a faint dimple forming on her cheek, and she yfullymented, "In
the realm of the ordinary, folks wouldn''t dare challenge someone like Crow. Mr. Eunuch, you''re truly
remarkable!"
Gabriel''s unique charisma, unwavering self-confidence, and his unconventional approach made her
sure that he was far from your average Joe.
In fact, she had a strong hunch that there was more to Gabriel than met the eye, hiddenyers
beneath the surface.
She was genuinely curious to see how Gabriel would perform tonight.
"Just from the name, it''s clear that I''m not your typical guy," Gabriel chuckled. "Back when I worked
in a graveyard, the sound of crows used to give me the creeps. Especially at night, their ''caws'' were
enough to make your skin crawl!"
"So, besides my graveyard job, I had another unusual gig-I was a crow hunter!"
"Whenever I saw a crow, I just wanted to take them down! So, when I saw a guy named Crow, it
was like he was calling me out!"
Matilda found Gabriel''s banter rather entertaining. His character and his creative reason for
challenging Crow were quite grandiose.
Before long, Kevin returned to the ss room, a smile on his face as he announced, "It''s all set,
Eunuch. I''ve got everything arranged. You''ll be facing off against Crow in the headline bout!"
Surprisingly, the higher-ups gave the green light for Gabriel to go head-to-head with Crow.
"The headline bout?" Gabriel beamed. "Thanks, Mr. Landwell. I promise I''ll take Crow down, so you
won''t have to deal with this boxing heavyweight again!"
It was a perfect opportunity. Challenging Crow in the ring simplified his assassination mission.
Hearing Gabriel''s confident words, Kevin''s expression revealed a mix of awkwardness and
frustration. Heposed himself and said, "You must be joking, Eunuch. If Crow gets knocked out,
the Ghostly Purgatory Hall will tear our club apart!"
He felt a deep sense of frustration; how could someone be so clueless? He couldn''t fathom the
rationale behind the approval of this match by the higher-ups.
"Miss Wallick, the match is about to start, so I won''t keep you any longer," Kevin said with a
courteous smile.
Matilda nodded gracefully, and Kevin and his entourage exited.
In no time, the music in the arena came to a halt, and the lights illuminated the arena.
A man in a sharp suit with curly hair and triangr sses stepped into the center of the ring,
holding a microphone.
Matilda gestured, and one of her subordinates opened a small vent in the ss, allowing the sound
toe through.
The curly-haired man was the master of ceremonies, riling up the crowd and encouraging them to
ce their bets.
And it worked remarkably well; many high rollers were enticed to make substantial wagers.
Bets for a single match could easily reach several million dors or even more.
"Finally, our main event, the moment we''ve all been waiting for. Crow is going head-to-head against
a fresh fighter from the Southern Heaven Association, a fighter who goes by the name ''Three
Seconds''!"
The instant the MC finished his announcement, the arena''s crowd went wild with their bets.
They didn''t care who Three Seconds was; their money was on Crow.
When it came to Crow''s fights, it was practically a money giveaway, and Crow was a guaranteed
winner!
Anyone daring to beat Crow was pretty much signing their own death warrant!
Three Seconds?
He''d likely be knocked out in, well, three seconds!
Gabriel found the whole situation irritating.
These people underestimated him as Three Seconds.
Suppressing his frustration, he asked Matilda, "Miss Wallick, everyone seems to think that Crow''s
victory is a sure thing, an easy way to make money. Doesn''t that mean the club is heading for
massive losses?"
When a match was seen as an absolute win, everyone would rush to ce their bets. That meant
when it came time to pay out, the club would be in hot water. A club was meant to rake in profits,
not suffer losses.
Matilda rolled her eyes.
Even that gesture had a certain charm, making it tantalizing.
She huffed, "It appears you don''t quite grasp the Winner''s Club''s rules. Crow belongs to the Ghostly
Purgatory Hall, and you, on paper, are affiliated with the Southern Heaven Association. Neither of
you are considered regr fighters of the club."
"ording to the rules, the club takes a cut of the bets as a service fee. As for payouts, that''s the
losing party''s responsibility. The club remains uninvolved, and they alwayse out on top!"
"So, let me get this straight-if I lose, the money goes to the Southern Heaven Association, which is
essentially me?"
"However, there''s a silver lining. Crow has a deal with the club. In his matches, he''s agreed to
shoulder half of the loser''s payout!"
"Without this agreement, I doubt Kevin would even allow Crow to step into the ring. Often, no
fighters from the super club members are willing to face Crow. It''s usually the club''s fighters who
have to deal with him in the end."
"So, every time Crow fights, it''s basically a shared responsibility between Crow and the club, and
they can manage it."
Gabriel finally understood why Matilda had rolled her eyes.
His eyes widened as he said, "A shared responsibility? You should be secretly rejoicing. Everyone
thinks Crow will win, but I''m telling you, I''ll win, and I''m going to defeat Crow soundly!"
"What you''ll be doing, Miss Wallick, is carrying sacks of money back after the match. I wonder if
your four bodyguards will be enough?"
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Matilda warmly smiled and found Gabriel increasingly intriguing.
She chuckled and said, "Crow is no pushover; he''s a powerfulbat-level martial artist!"
"Sure, you showed some strength when you fought those security guards, but facing Crow is an
entirely different league. Victory or defeat is not guaranteed!"
"So, let''s keep it low-key."
"Low-key?" Gabriel stood up, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I''ve never learned how to spell
''low-key'' my entire life!"
He walked up to the soundproof ss and climbed out through the gap, boldly standing on the
ss and shouting, "Hey, listen up, everyone! I''ve got something to say!"
"All of you better listen up, I am Three Seconds, and in my match against Crow, I guarantee victory!"
Matilda''s expression slightly changed, a hint of embarrassment creeping in.
Gabriel''s audacity left her incredulous.
To taunt Crow so overtly and, by extension, challenge every single person in the audience, it was as
if he had nothing better to do!
She began to question if bringing Gabriel to the boxing arena was a mistake. His bravado was
beyond herprehension.
Gabriel''s voice was loud, and it immediately captured the attention of everyone present.
People stared at him in astonishment, each face reflecting sheer surprise.
"Ha-ha!"
Immediately,ughter echoed through the entire club, wave after wave.
It was relentless.
"Hey, skinny, are you here to entertain us? Just based on you, you think you can beat Crow? You
must be out of your mind!"
Someone shouted, inciting another round ofughter.
This statement echoed the sentiments of the crowd.
In their eyes, Gabriel''s actions were absolutely foolish. He was a clown seeking attention and trying
to steal the spotlight.
"All right, you can all wait and see!"
Gabriel asserted his dominance once more. These folks with no vision would surely witness his
gloryter.
Tonight, he was here to stir things up, the more audacious, the better.
Killing Crow was a surprise for the Tigeriton City n and King of the Underworld.
He wanted to show everyone that he, Gabriel, had arrived.