Even though it was late at night, a time when people were fast asleep, for the passionate men in the Fierce Fighting Club, the most thrilling and most delightful feast of the day was in full swing.

Here men rush to bet their money on their favorite boxers, hoping to make more profits from the fierce and brutal fights between the boxers.

Bailey struggled to break through the crowd, trying to squeeze a way out of the passionate men and walk to Philip's side.

It took Bailey about five minutes to cover a hundred meters, and he was sweating profusely.

She finally found Philip.

"I didn't expect you to actually come. It seems I'm still very important in your heart." Philip was so excited to see his dream goddess go to great lengths to actually come here to look for him that he opened his arms and wanted to embrace Bailey.

Bailey punched Philip hard in the stomach with all his might.

"Oh my god, you woman use your self-defense skills on your own people." The pain distorted Philip's face, but his hands and feet became much more regular.

Bailey looked up at the ring and saw that the two fighters in the ring had changed pairs. The mysterious man in black was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's that man just now?"Bailey asked Philip.

Philip was overjoyed to see the goddess asking him a question. He immediately said, "I tell you, it's definitely that Henry kid. He's pretending to be lame and sick, but he's really amazing." Just now, he played ten games in a row, winning ten consecutive games. You know what that means he earns at least three thousand in one game, and he earns at least three thousand in ten games. No wonder he can drive luxury cars..."

"I'm asking you about someone else." Bailey had to speak, pulling Philip back from his thoughts that were about to leave the earth.

"He got tired of boxing and went to the lounge."

"All right, take me to him." Bailey grabbed Philip by the collar and pulled the drunkard out.

All along the way, Bailey kept hearing people talking about how awesome that guy had just won ten races and regretting not having dared to outdo him in a row.

Bailey knew that, based on his experience of fighting the man in black, this fellow was indeed a formidable opponent. He had not figured out what was going on, and then fell into his arms.

"It should be here." Philip led Bailey to the door of Lounge No. 6 and stopped.

"You go and guard the corridor exit. I'll deal with him myself." Bailey directed Philip and pushed the door open himself.

A man in a black tight-fitting suit was sitting on a bench with his back to her, taking a rest.

His black back was like a black iron sword, aloof and stern, yet perfectly elegant.

Bailey stopped and stood behind him, not knowing what to do next.

And Henry, who had his back to Bailey and Philip, was in the same complicated mood, not knowing what to do.

He came to the fight club with the intention of indulging himself, and then made up a pseudonym and went up to fight.

Between dodging, blocking, attacking and defending, he sweated and let loose. The thrill of defeating an opponent is a pleasure that only a brave and fearless man deserves.

He had his fill.

Before he knew it, he had won ten consecutive games. Feeling a bit tired, he got off the ring, ready to pack up and go home.

But just as he was about to step out of the lounge, he caught a glimpse of a familiar and beautiful figure at the end of the corridor. It was Bailey, who had come in a hurry.

Oh my goodness, Henry never expected her to show up here.

He's not wearing a mask today and there's a 250 percent chance that Bailey will recognize him.

Well, I hope Bailey came here for something else. Henry closed the door and sat nervously in the lounge.

But whatever fears come true, Bailey pushed the door open.

"Turn your face around." Bailey said.

Henry replied coldly, "I don't need to tell you who I am." .

He exuded an air of ferocity and mystery, like a dangerous wild Wolf, as if labeled as "Keep away".

Bailey, however, was not the kind of person who could be easily intimidated away. Seeing that she was about to reveal the true face of the man in black, she was extremely eager.

Bailey suddenly launched an attack, took a swift step forward, and raised her hand towards Henry's shoulder.

Henry didn't want to fight Bailey at all in public. But Bailey had already launched an attack, so he had to finish it quickly in order not to make a big fuss.

Henry's skills in the special forces camp are based on the actual combat effect, to achieve the set combat target at the lowest cost. So, in an instant, he flashed behind Bailey like a ghost. With a twist of his long arm, his big hand was already around Bailey's neck.

With this move on the battlefield, Henry had broken the necks of more than fifty men.

It was simple and clean, fierce and cruel, with no superfluous movement at all, a chilling killing intent.

It is no exaggeration to say that the enemy is terrified at the mere mention of him. Tonight, Henry was quite satisfied with his performance. Through ten boxing fights, he faintly regained some of the feelings he had as a special forces soldier.

The only problem left for him is to get rid of Bailey.

Looking down, he saw that Bailey's slender, fair neck was as beautiful as a swan, smooth and delicate, and in his broad hand it was like a fine jade.

A very beautiful neck, a very beautiful woman, a pity that he could not see her in her real form. Just wait for the chance to confess everything to her again.

Henry felt that day was not far off.

He was tall and Bailey's head only reached his shoulder. Speaking to her, he bent down and leaned close to her small ear, saying, "Don't follow me anymore."

A very cold sentence, with a faint threat.

But if Henry's former comrade-in-arms heard it, they would probably be so astonished that their eyes would drop. Everyone knows that on the battlefield, Sir Henry would never say a word more than give orders. If Henry wanted to get away from Bailey's pursuit, he could have knocked her unconscious with a palm strike, no need to say more.

But for Henry, he just couldn't bring himself to knock Bailey out with a palm strike. He couldn't bear it.

"You're certainly not a good man. Which man would be as timid as you, not even daring to look at his face? Do you dare to let me go right now, face to face, and have an open and honest fight?" Bailey knew that Henry's face was right behind her, and if she could move freely, she could turn around and see his face.

It's a pity that she was controlled by him.

"I'm going to follow you, how about when you take off your mask, when it's over."Bailey said indignantly.

"Pull the mask, that won't do. If you pull my clothes, I'll be glad to help you anytime, anywhere."