“Her,” Jiang Fuyue decided decisively.
Sister Wei snapped back to reality. “D-Decided? So quickly?”
Jiang Fuyue smirked. “Weren’t you the one who recommended her so highly?”
A faint blush crept over Sister Wei’s cheeks, while a hint of fierceness appeared in Liu Sisi’s gaze toward her—though no one noticed.
Jiang Fuyue said, “Take your people out. I need to discuss strategy privately with my fighter.”
This request wasn’t unusual. It was customary for players to meet with their selected fighters to discuss strategies, such as when and how to win, which could affect betting odds.
A common tactic was to pretend to be losing at first, appearing weak to lure gamblers into betting on the other side, then turning the tables in the latter half of the fight, maximizing the house’s profit.
Since strategy directly impacted the outcome, the fight club needed to avoid suspicion.
With that, Sister Wei left with her lackeys, and the other fighters were escorted out as well.
Soon, only Jiang Fuyue and Liu Sisi were left in the small warehouse.
“Yue…”
“I’ll ask you just once. Do you want to leave or stay?” Jiang Fuyue interrupted, straight to the point.
Liu Sisi pressed her lips together.
Jiang Fuyue’s tone was indifferent.
If someone wishes for death, no matter how hard you try to save them, they’ll still find a way to die, whether by one means or another.
She wasn’t about to waste energy on that.
If Liu Sisi wanted to stay and die in the ring, Jiang Fuyue would let her.
“This is your last three seconds.”
“I killed my father.”
Jiang Fuyue’s expression remained cold. “So?”
Meeting her calm gaze, Liu Sisi’s tormented heart seemed to be lifted from h*ll, seeing sunlight again.
“… I want to leave!” she said, each word firm.
The moment she saw the moon, she no longer wanted to die.
These scars and six days of suffering—she would count them as her payment for the debt of being raised. From this day forward, her life would belong to the moon alone.
Jiang Fuyue said, “Remember your choice. There’s no changing your mind with me.”
Liu Sisi’s gaze was resolute. “I want to leave.”
Six days ago, she came here seeking death, but now, she had a reason to live.
“Alright.”
Jiang Fuyue took out her phone and dialed a number. “Begin.”
Liu Sisi looked confused, but soon she understood Jiang Fuyue’s intent.
Outside, the shrill wail of police sirens sounded—not approaching from afar but blaring from within the fight club.
Undercover officers posing as gamblers quickly began making arrests, as a long-planned raid unfolded.
Liu Sisi thought Jiang Fuyue had called the police.
But Jiang Fuyue shook her head. “The police have been watching this place for a while. It was just a matter of time.”
She’d merely nudged their plans to happen a bit sooner.
The police would reach their warehouse in two minutes.
Liu Sisi asked, “So… should we cooperate with the investigation?”
Jiang Fuyue shook her head. “Too troublesome.”
This underground fighting ring was entangled with too many shady dealings, and getting involved was the last thing they wanted—especially for Liu Sisi, who had a murder on her hands…
“But we can’t get out now.”
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow. “Who says?”
Liu Sisi: “?”
Just then, a rope dropped down from the warehouse ceiling right in front of them.
Jiang Fuyue said, “Rope climbing—Camp A taught you that, right?”
Liu Sisi’s eyes lit up. “Yes.”
And she’d learned it well.
Moments before the police burst in, the rope was pulled back, the ceiling was sealed, and the warehouse was empty.
“Something’s off… Check the security footage!”
“Yes, sir.”
Fifteen minutes later, “Captain Zhu, all footage from this warehouse in the past two hours has been completely wiped. Irrecoverably…”
Captain Zhu Qifeng cursed under his breath.
