A hush fell over the audience. None of the mercenaries or members of the evil organizations dared to step forward to face Hannah first.
Hannah clearly understood their thoughts. With a smile, she remarked, “It’s a smart move to take turns coming at me with so many people.
I’m completely sure I can take down the top fifty here without a sweat.”
Narrowing her eyes, Hannah added, “I’m curious to see who’ll be the unlucky one to take the fall for the benefit of the others.”
The leaders of several mercenary groups held back their eager members from challenging her.
Hannah’s point was valid. The first ones to face her would be at a clear disadvantage, while those who came later would have it a bit easier.
But K Group wasn’t to be underestimated. They wouldn’t let her stand alone in the ring to be overwhelmed.
The final three seconds of the countdown displayed on the screen.
At the end of the countdown, no one stepped forward to challenge her.
Following the countdown, the screen showed Hannah’s composed face, confirming K Group as the champions once again this year.
Standing in the ring, Hannah looked around at the audience and said sharply, “Some people will do anything to win, and I remember grudges.
I suggest some of you keep a low profile. If I catch you, you’ll regret it tenfold more than they did!”
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Exiting the boxing ring, Hannah’s departure echoed with authority.
Her words resonated, casting a hush over both the mercenary teams and the clandestine organizations present.
The hulking figure from the K Group, once eager to challenge Adam, now lay prone, whisked away for urgent medical attention.
As the dust settled in the aftermath of Hannah’s exit, a swift motion ensued. Members of the Night Rider Mercenary Team were promptly ushered away for medical attention.
On the other side, Conor, stationed in his car, observed the match’s conclusion. Arriving at Remington’s office, he sensed the palpable gloom that permeated the room.
“Boss.” Conor approached, his expression mirroring the somber ambiance.
Remington met his gaze with a faint smile. “You caught the boxing match, I assume? She’s now a Compton, a woman of substance.
Remarkably, she’s managed to establish connections even with the Mitchell family.”
Conor said, “I’ve cautioned you before-she’s not one to be easily controlled. If we intend to wield her as a tool, we must be prepared for the possibility of becoming pawns in her game.
A few days ago, there was an explosion in Blackeye, reportedly Linked to the spontaneous combustion in Jeffry’s warehouse. My bet is; she orchestrated it.
She’s a wild card with a sound mind. Her actions are unpredictable.
She even assists us in dealing with her biological father. Aligning herself with adversaries wouldn’t be a surprise.”