Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 413 Moon Shadow

Tony pleaded, “Ma’am, please give me a chance.”

The boxing ring had a completely different atmosphere during the day and night.

The small boxing arena was

shouts were deatening

Flushed

people at this moment. The bettors were unusually excited; their

Isabelle wore a baseball cap that covered half her face. She stood at the back of the crowd. The dim light overhead makes it dithcult to spot her.

Combining what Tony said during the day and the conversations of the staff at the arena,

it wasn’t hard to guess that the champions from previous years had been recruited by Dark Shadow. These recruits were clearly just for numbers and never got a chance to go on missions.

The second floor, which wasn’t open to the public, occasionally had staff members walk by.

These people were equivalent to the logistics staff in Dark Shadow’s company, Isabelle had no intention of causing them trouble.

She was looking for Moon Shadow and Clubs.

No one noticed a small figure leaving something behind in the arena before slipping away unnoticed.

The boxing matches continued until one in the morning before finally quieting down.

The spectators, still buzzing with excitement, gradually left.

Only the staff remained to handle the aftermath.

They were extending offers to the night’s champions, hoping to recruit them.

They saw joining Dark Shadow without

fantasising about

moment shattered those fantasies.

echoed through Aviara, sending large swathes of sand sliding down

was a place for emotional release, but it was

out upon

Holy shit! They must be fearless. Those guys aren’t to be messed with,”

subordinates muttered.

towering flames in the southeast and felt à shiver. He unconsciously touched his neck, grateful to have left the

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black leather

prettiest and most harmless things are

Finished

was located at opposite ends of the area, yet they still felt the

stood

landslide. Be carefu

surveying the situation. It reported, “That explosion could trigger

go

bed, Isabelle muttered

belonged to George. He texted: ‘My mistake.

man was always trying to connect

to explain the dangers of landslides and how to survive them, occasionally

phone, Isabelle thought, Who on earth

George took the blame for the robot’s voice.

to worry, Isabelle

had been blown up, and

in the southwest corner,

kept his men away

He informed, “The person you’re looking for seems to

blown up. It resembled a high–end

had only glanced at this place in her

to her two days ago at