Encountering another man who was not afraid of death, Annick scratched his head and then dropped the bat from the ring.

"Come on, one on one, sword versus dagger." Annick thought about a way to get money without hurting anyone.

"Action against match-fixing? Refund the money." Seeing this, some spectators shouted.

"Shut up." Annick turned his head and shouted loudly, his voice as deafening as a loudspeaker.

Nightingale was not grateful either, and took advantage of Annick's turning head to stab him.

Danger, flash left!

The danger warning in his heart rang loudly. Annick didn't think much, and without turning his head back, his legs were slightly bent, and he pushed his feet on the ground. His leather shoes made a hissing sound on the concrete floor, and he jumped several yards to the left in an instant.

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Nightingale's attack missed, and she rushed towards the iron rope. She had to grab the iron rope with her right hand to prevent herself from falling out.

When Nightingale turned around, Annick was already approaching from the left.

The audience in the boxing ring saw Annick leaning back, using his left leg as an axis, and sweeping his chest with his right foot raised in a semicircle. This was to kick Nightingale's left hand and prepare to kick the dagger in her hand away again.

Facing the coming blow, Nightingale gritted her teeth and prepared to continue sacrificing her right arm to block the blow, and then stabbed his foot with the dagger in her left hand.

Boom! The imaginary blow didn't come, so Nightingale took a closer look and saw that Annick had already retracted his right leg, then stretched his whole body into a bow and jumped towards him.

Annick held the Blood-devouring arrow in his left hand and flew an arrow forward. The Blood-devouring arrow was placed horizontally in front of him.

This was about to make a killing move. Men are indeed hypocritical. When Nightingale saw the opposite side, it was like an arrow leaving the string. The strange knife should be aimed at her throat.

Nightingale had no choice but to raise the dagger in her left hand. After blocking the knife, she supported him before he could turn around and struck him with another knife behind him.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound of metal hitting, and huge force came from her left hand. Nightingale felt that her left hand was about to be dislocated at any time.

The white wolf simply jumped over. Nightingale threw the dagger in her left hand into the air, turned around very quickly, and just caught the dagger in her right hand after completing the turn.

"It's dangerous." Emma, ​​who was watching the battle in the audience, stood up, and many viewers also held their breath.

Very good, before White Wolf could turn around, Nightingale raised the dagger and stabbed him hard in the back.

There was no blood pouring down like rain, nor the refreshing feeling of a sharp weapon piercing soft tissue. Nightingale only felt that the dagger in her hand could not penetrate, and it was clear that only the handle was left outside.

"Hey, Miss Nightingale, how long are you going to stab me with the knife?"

Annick didn't turn around, he jumped up and kicked the four pillars of the ring with both feet. He hit Nightingale in the opposite direction at an extremely fast speed.

It was too late to hide. When did the dagger in his hand break? This was Nightingale's last thought before she fell into coma.

Like a high-speed steam locomotive hitting a wooden fence, the audience only saw Annick flying backwards, knocking Nightingale half a yard up, and then fell to the center of the ring.

Crunch! Bang! The iron pillar at the corner of the boxing ring couldn't bear the kick and collapsed from the concrete floor. Along with it, the three connecting iron cables were torn off.

"Referee? Come up and declare victory." Annick glanced at Nightingale. It shouldn't be a big problem. He probably broke one or two ribs at most. If he was stabbed by that green dagger, only the boss of the light ball could save me.

Already.

The referee climbed onto the ring, glanced at Nightingale, who was still unconscious, and continued to call for four medical staff to carry him away. He raised Annick's right hand.

"Tonight's winner is the White Wolf player."

"Bah, bang, bang." There was loud applause from under the ring, especially those few who bought No. 4.

"I'm sorry." Annick whispered as he looked at Nightingale being carried out.

"That white wolf is really strong. I wonder how many of them can be recruited to serve our Kaledi family." An old man whispered in the audience.

"Let Santia ask after she succeeds as the head of the family. If not, it's okay to recruit him as a wife." Another old man replied from the side.

"You also want to poach him? I can't even ask for it. I guess he would rather go fishing if he wasn't being blackmailed." Emma blurted out after hearing this.

"It turns out that Miss Emma knows him, but there should be no shortage of officers of this level in General Granger." asked an old man from the Kaledi family who was closest to Emma.

"There is no shortage. There are others who are better than him. This guy is the only one with such a bad temper." Emma still seemed unhappy.

Annick jumped off the ring, put away the blood and walked to Santia's side.

"Five hundred pounds, and we agree on the terms."

"No problem, we will still be at the place where we first met tomorrow." Sandia agreed.

Devin next to him looked frustrated and couldn't even sit still. Annick grabbed Devin's collar and led him up.

"Do I have any grudge against you? You actually poisoned me."

"Haha, there is no hatred, it's just that I will have nothing if I lose, so congratulate Santia for me." Devin's eyes were wandering, as if he had really lost his soul.

"Who is that Nightingale? He is so willing to kill him even if he doesn't care about his life?"

"I met him on the black market, and he said he would do anything for money. It seems that a sister is hospitalized at Renai Hospital in Gonia District and is in urgent need of money."

Annick put down Devin's collar. This kind of rotten guy is not worth a punch.

"I have nothing else to do. I'm going to take a walk first. Say something to Emma for me." Santia nodded. Annick took advantage of the audience to leave and quickly slipped to the first floor of the boxing gym. The white wolf mask was also rubbed.

Throw it into the trash can.

The fat boss at the door was still exchanging bets one by one. Annick took out the receipt and suddenly felt much better.

Not many people bought No. 4, and soon it was Annick's turn.

"Boss, you have to give me sixty-one pounds and eight pence, hahaha. I don't want eight pence. Just sixty-one pounds." Annick said with a smile and handed over the voucher.

The fat boss didn't even look at the voucher after taking it, and stuffed it into a drawer. Then his subordinates took the certificate and counted six ten-pound certificates and a gold coin and gave them to Annick.

"Don't you need to take a look?" Annick asked curiously.

"Don't look at it. There aren't many people who buy size four. You are the only one who wants to turn your wallet out like this." The fat boss replied.

"Then I'm really lucky today, haha."

"Keep your voice down, be careful if someone robs you on the way back." The fat boss made a shut-up gesture.

"Okay boss." Annick didn't care, took the money and left the boxing gym. Several black figures saw it and left with him.

On the way home, Annick stopped in an alley.

"I said you guys have been following us all the way, so it's time to take action."

Several gangsters jumped out of the shadows. "You are smart, if you leave the money, you can leave. Otherwise, you will stay here, and we will take the money."
Chapter completed!