Sister Wei didn’t dare to utter a word of complaint, bowing her head to reveal her pale neck and delicate collarbones.
She knelt at Jiang Fuyue’s feet, appearing humble and submissive, the posture that men favor most. “Please, calm down. This fighter might not look very promising, but her explosiveness is remarkable. She’s taken down much larger opponents several times.”
“Oh?” Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow. “Drugged?”
The woman looked stunned, her lips trembling. “You…”
How did he know?!
This was the biggest secret of the underground fight club. Drugging was essentially rigging the outcome, equivalent to cheating in gambling.
If the people betting on these fights found out, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Jiang Fuyue pressed, “Was she drugged or not?!”
The woman trembled. “N-No…”
“Lying? Quite bold.” Jiang Fuyue’s hand grasped her cheek, leaving red imprints on her pale skin that contrasted with the deeper mark on her neck, giving an almost eerie beauty to the scene.
The woman was utterly shaken by his presence, her rationality abandoned as she replied on instinct. “It’s true! Sometimes, yes, but this fighter wasn’t! She doesn’t need it!”
“Is that so?” Jiang Fuyue seemed skeptical.
“When she’s in the ring, it’s like she’s not afraid of death. Most of her injuries are from the fights.”
Jiang Fuyue remained quiet, though a thoughtful look crossed her eyes.
The woman, desperate to convince her, continued, “In fact, this reckless style is even better. They say that someone with nothing to lose can be the most dangerous, and anyone ready to risk it all radiates a ferocity that can intimidate the opponent before the fight even starts. If you choose her, she’s likely to win, and the odds will be in your favor.”
Jiang Fuyue released her face, slowly retracting her hand.
Sister Wei sighed in relief, only to watch the esteemed guest stand and stroll toward Sarah, scrutinizing her like a buyer assessing valuable goods.
Suddenly, he said, “Unchain her.”
Sister Wei was taken aback. “She has a tendency to attack; I’m worried…”
“Hmm?” Jiang Fuyue’s voice turned chilly. “Can’t understand?”
Sister Wei stiffened, her spine chilling. She immediately signaled to her subordinates.
Following the order, they released the chains.
Freed, Liu Sisi’s eyes flashed with a fierce glint, bloodlust seeping through.
Unlike the helpless figure rescued from Wei San’s hands, she now looked like a sharp blade, unrestrained and brimming with raw intensity.
Training in Camp A had honed her skills, but the cold determination in her gaze wasn’t something that could be taught.
What had Liu Sisi gone through to bring her to this point?
“Can you light a cigarette?” Jiang Fuyue asked.
Sister Wei took out a lighter, ready to step forward.
But Jiang Fuyue didn’t glance at her, focusing solely on Liu Sisi. “I’m asking her.”
Sister Wei’s smile froze.
The single word “kill” occupied Liu Sisi’s mind, eager to unleash her anger. The stronger the opponent, the greater the pain, the more she felt alive.
She knew she was on the brink of madness.
And what of it?
Let the madness consume her!
Another challenger? Perfect. Unchained, she was ready to let loose.
But just as her fist clenched, a low, familiar voice broke through, with a resonant calmness.
“Can you light a cigarette?” that person asked.
In a haze, Liu Sisi’s vision cleared, seeing an unmistakable silhouette within the mist, glowing like the moon.
Unconsciously, her cracked lips formed a response. “…Yes.”
Jiang Fuyue lifted her chin. “Give her the lighter.”
Sister Wei hesitated, unable to discern his intent, but she handed the lighter over.
With hands scarred and bruised, Liu Sisi took it, flicking it to life with a spark.
Jiang Fuyue held the cigarette between his lips, leaning forward.
The flame’s glow highlighted the shadowed face beneath his hat. Her eyes glimmered with a soft allure.
Liu Sisi’s hand trembled.
It was her!
Why was she here?
For her?
Suddenly, a warm hand steadied her shaking hand. “Keep it still.”
The deep voice, laced with sensuality, pulled her from her frenzy.
Her hand stopped trembling, and the flame remained steady.
The cigarette lit.
Jiang Fuyue took a drag, withdrew, and half his face receded into the shadow under the brim of his hat, exhaling a perfect smoke ring.
In that moment, even Sister Wei couldn’t look away.
She’d seen men smoke before, but no one had ever done it with such magnetic allure. Only this one.
Watching his hand, lean and defined, she felt her heart race as she remembered the same hand arrogantly slipping a bill into her collar.
Sister Wei’s pulse quickened.
Ah! Sister Yue is irresistible!
