Chapter 683 Be Prepared to Die
The muscles on that man''s body were strangely shiny, gleaming as though he had greased them
with oil, and he looked like a powerful fighter. When he made his debut, gasps of surprise could be
heard from the audience beneath the ring. "Huh? Isn''t that Adrien Leach? He''s going to fight? He''s
a pro who has won the golden belt before!"
"It''s been so long since he wasst seen here and it''s beyond my wildest dream to see him fight
today. The people who came here truly today have their ticket''s worth!"
Even Baron pointed at the stage in excitement and said, "Boss Nicholson, are you seeing this? He''s
one of our best fighters in the ck Boxer Gang. Watch carefully, in just a few minutes, that *sshole
who''s picking a fight with us will be beaten to a pulp!"
When Kingsley noticed that Adrien''s eyes were brimming with the desire to fight, he nodded. "This
guy sure is tough, but…" he trailed off and didn''t finish his sentence. Still, in his mind, he was sure
that Adrien would lose. He couldn''t exactly exin why he came to this conclusion. Maybe it was
the fact that the hidden power within Bronte was so mysterious that even he couldn''t help but feel
wary.
In the ring, Adrien glowered at Bronte like a tiger, growling coldly, "ording to the rules, you can
ce additional bets. What do you think? Would you like to bet something with me?"
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Bronte shook his head. "Not yet. It''s not toote to make a big bet once I defeat all the top fighters
in ck Boxer Gang."
This was the strategy Albert set for them beforeing here, and Bronte didn''t dare to change the
n at willy-nilly because he knew that this concerned a sum of hundreds of thousands. Hence, he
answered ording to Albert''s advice.
Adrien pulled his lips into a cold sneer. "When I heard you insulting our gang, I thought you have a
lot of guts, but it turns out that you''re just a f*cking wimp!" Then, he curled his finger and said
provocatively, "Come on, kid. Prepare to die!"
Prepare to die, huh!
After he said that, the audience erupted into a frenzy, and they started to chant his name in
excitement, "Adrien, Adrien!" As they had no idea who Bronte was, their support instinctively went
for the fighter they were familiar with. Naturally, Adrien was pumped with adrenaline when he heard
the cheers from the crowd, and he raised his fists, lunging toward Bronte.
"Adrien, Ad—"
In less than five seconds, the frenzied cheers from the crowd came to an abrupt halt. Everyone
gaped at the ring in disbelief, their mouths hanging so wide that a tennis ball would fit.
"W-What''s happening?"
"Damn… Is this a fake match?"
Just a second ago when Adrien swung his fist at Bronte, an extremely strong, violent energy
erupted out of thetter, and it lifted his gray cape as though a strong gust of wind had blown out of
his body.
Wham!
Bronte raised his fists and received Adrien''s strong blow head-on. If it hadnded on a regr man,
he would end up with a broken arm and sent flying across the ring. Yet, Bronte stood on the spot
firmly like a mountain without moving an inch.
In contrast, Adrien was the one who yelped in pain and crumpled to the floor, holding his arm. The
sound of bone cracking echoed through the ce, proof that his arm was crippled. Everyone''s eyes
widened to the size of golf balls. They couldn''t believe what they were seeing and some were even
suspicious that this was a staged fight.
Nevertheless, although they had doubts in their hearts, they knew that this was impossible. The
operators of the ck Boxer establishment were no fools. Why would they stage a fight when
someone deliberately came to wreck their turf? Moreover, Adrien''s arm was already out of shape.
How could this be staged?
In that instant, the ce fell into pin-drop silence, and only Adrien''s piercing howls could be heard
across the ring.