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Chapter 93 Departure From The Underground Boxing Ring

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Alexander contemplated for a moment before responding in a measured tone. “I’ll be heading back to Porcjimo next week. You’re welcome to use my private jet.

Freya’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She quickly rose to her feet and expressed her gratitude to Alexander. She hadn’t anticipated that he would agree to assist her so readily.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Alexander instructed. “Arrange for the passports and identity documents of your companions. I’ll have someone get in touch with you.”

Thank you, Mr. Lloyd Freya bowed once more before making her exit.

Shortly after, a middle–aged man clad in a suit entered the room, glanced at Alexander, and asked in a hushed tone. “Mr. Lloyd, can we trust this woman’s words?”

a woman. She wouldn’t disfigure her face

coffee cup on the table and reached for it, intending to brew another pot.

for coffee. Bring me some wine,” Alexander interjected, his eyes gleaming

Alexander’s room and retraced her steps. The path to the

silence. Even the security guard, accustomed to such scenes, instinctively paused to look at

the collective

gaze

the cage and froze. She remembered the boy who had been strangled.

she had passed

boy was on the tattooed man’s back, who was now lying defeated on the ground. Blood seeped from his forehead, and he

final round

“Sawyer! Sawyer! Sawyer…”

crowd’s enthusiastic chants echoed throughout the room, filled with admiration.

blood–soaked boy looked at Freya as she passed by,

dark skin and robust physique were reminiscent of a mythical hero, radiating a

and flashed

furrowed her brows, averted her gaze, and thought she heard the boy’s laughter

make out the rest of his words amidst the deafening

4 Jul

The Underground