Chapter 348

Alex watched Rudolf's sluggish movement with disdain and flicked his finger

sharply, knocking Rudolf's hand away.

Rudolf's arm shot back as if struck by a bullet, dragging his entire body backward.

His whole frame crashed violently into nearby chairs, scattering them in all

directions.

Joey, eyes wide with panic, dashed toward his father. "Father! What happened?"

"I-I slipped," Rudolf stammered, struggling to stand upright.

Several spectators rose from their seats, quickly surrounding Rudolf.

"Sir Rudolf! Are you alright? What's going on here?"

Their worried faces made it clear they recognized him.

Before Rudolf could answer, Joey pointed an accusing finger toward Alex

"Listen up, everyone! This thug tried to molest me, and when my father stepped in

to stop him, he attacked him!"

"You lying bitch!" Lyra exploded, her voice shaking with fury.

"Is every word that comes out of your filthy mouth a twisted lie?"

"Shut your dirty mouth!" Joey snapped back, venom in her voice.

"Your disgusting excuse of a man tried to put his filthy hands on me! And now

you're defending him?"

Two burly men stepped forward aggressively, glaring menacingly at Alex.

"So this is your idea of bravery, huh? Harassing a woman and then assaulting an

elderly man? Let's settle this in the arena"

"Yeah," chimed in another, cracking his knuckles. "I'll teach you the meaning of

respect, you gutless creep!"

The growing commotion attracted even more onlookers, and soon the entire

crowd murmured with outrage, spreading whispers like wildfire:

A pervert had assaulted a woman and attacked an elderly man.

Suddenly, the commentator's voice thundered over the loudspeakers, filled with

mockery.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, breaking news! Alex, our resident loser, apparently

couldn't keep his hands off a lady and even attacked an elderly man—before he's

even faced Michael! What a pathetic coward!"

Jeers erupted throughout the stadium.

"I'm hearing the crowd wants justice! How about we get this scum into the arena

right now to teach him a lesson in manners?"

"Get up there, you spineless coward!" shouted someone from the crowd.

"Try fighting someone your own size for once!"

The spectators burst into chants, their voices rising like a storm.

arena! To

sea of angry faces and pointing fingers,

aimed directly at Alex.

leaned close, voice trembling, "Alex, I think we've just

trap."

eyes cold and defiant. "Don't worry.

weak to hold me. I'll crush it under my foot

parted like waves,

stride confidently toward Alex.

crowd hushed with

man, muscles bulging beneath his clothing, stopped inches

Alex, sneering with contempt.

incredibly brave or incredibly

when you're already

bag."

so eager to die, why wait? Let's

hell myself."

the man's aggressive gaze without flinching, his voice calm

with disdain.

conclusions yet. It's still unclear who's taking that trip

Bill stared in disbelief, then erupted

his chest heaving.

crowd joined in, their ridicule raining down

forward, his voice

you even understand who

Bill, Rudolf continued harshly, "This is

second only

be torn

empty arena, grabbing the

vicious grin.

watch me pound some

men? I say it's time we

in humiliation!"

roared back,

someone

him what happens when he disrespects

voice rose in fury, painting Alex as the villain with

her voice urgent

good news and bad news. Which do you want

bad," Alex replied coldly, eyes locked on

like you've been set up by Michael and that snake

you a

muttered bitterly.

Lyra's eyes gleamed sharply.

for your

to thirty-to-one.

started placing

too. You're sitting

fifteen-to-one."

leaned closer, a daring

you crush Bill, we'll

And if we roll

onto your

we

of Paris."

made Lyra's

heat bloomed under skin, flooding her

scale of it—the billions—was

tensed, her fingers curled, and

couldn't stop. Right there,

thrill of the moment sent

knees nearly buckled as the orgasm

undeniable.

blinked, dazed, flushed,

breathless, "you have no

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