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.

this place knew about Dark Shadow, the top assassin organisation. They saw joining Dark Shadow without becoming an assassin

about their

next moment shattered those

of sand sliding down the nearby dunes. The lake rippled, and

emotional release, but it was levelled in an instant, vanishing forever from Aviara.

men rushed out upon hearing the

the arena. Who did this? Holy shit! They must be fearless. Those guys aren’t to be messed with,” his

subordinates muttered.

shiver. He unconsciously touched his neck, grateful to have left the

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the black leather

harmless things

Finished

located at opposite ends of the area, yet they still

stood be

landslide. Be carefu

the situation. It reported,

go

in bed, Isabelle muttered sleepily, “Shut up.”

on her phone. It belonged to George. He texted:

man was always trying

landslides and how to survive them, occasionally calling her as

Isabelle thought, Who on

blame for the

to reply, but knowing that old man’s tendency to worry, Isabelle reluctantly sent a period to indicate she was still alive.

up, and no one

corner,

his men away from

Isabelle received a call from Tony. He informed, “The person you’re looking for

one that had been blown up. It

glanced at this place in her previous life, unaware of this particular arena’s

to her two days