In the Fierce Fight Club, women are mainly engaged in two types of work: one is coaching, responsible for training courses for female students; The other is to be on the front stage, and also to work part-time as a place-holding girl in competitions.

In terms of Bailey's appearance, she has a slender waist, beautiful legs and bright eyes. If she wore a hot dress and shorts and held up a sign to spin around the arena, it would probably make countless men's noses bleed.

But Carl felt that even if Bailey had asked to be a sign-bearer at the club, he wouldn't have agreed.

Because Bailey, with her pure temperament and beautiful description, is like a crystal-clear pearl. Nowadays, such women are rare in society, and most have been defiled by money and the mundane world.

Fortunately, when Carl looked through Bailey's resume, he still suggested to her, "There is a shortage of female coaches here. You can consider coming. The salary issue is fine, I can offer you double pay."

Carl didn't hesitate to offer Bailey a price that was already in the salary range of a top coach at the Mighty Club. I'm going to keep Bailey here, he thought to himself.

But Bailey's salary is just a drop in the bucket for him. The braces in Tessa's body cost tens of thousands of dollars each, and even if she paid double, it would be less than ten thousand dollars.

"Do you want to play on stage?" Carl looked astonished. "Why? Are you short of money?"

"Yes, I am in urgent need of a large sum of money. I have some special circumstances at home." Bailey told the truth, without any shame in exposing his embarrassment.

"About how much?"

"About three hundred thousand." Bailey thought that if he played every night and won only one game each night, he would be able to pay off all the money he owed Alvin in about three months.

Carl looked at Bailey, lost in thought for about a minute, took out a check from his pocket, and signed it and quickly filled in three hundred thousand on it. He handed the check to Bailey and said, "This is exactly the amount you want, as an advance of your salary, you can use it as you please. You can come here to work at any time, but I strongly advise you not to play."

Carl smiles so warmly.

Philip's eyes almost popped out of his sockets when he saw this. Oh my God, what's going on? On ordinary days, Mr. Carl is very serious and sparing with his words. But now when he saw Bailey, he smiled and handed out a cheque for three hundred thousand.

There was a feeling that something was amiss here.

"Are you the boss?" Bailey remembered Philip had just mentioned that Carl was just a friend of their boss.

"Though not the boss, I can make the decision." Carl said haughtily.

Bailey thought for a moment and finally said, "To be honest, I really want the three hundred thousand, but I also want to prove my worth through my own ability. I was confident that I could win the game and bring the corresponding economic benefits to the club. There were no female players on the stage in the past, but if now there is a female player who knocks a man down on the ring, isn't that a unique selling point? If you agree that I'll go on stage, I'll take the check first. If Mr. Carl thinks I don't have the ability, I'll take the check and look for another employer."

Carl looked at Bailey with a gentle gaze, his square face showing the depth and composure of a mature man. "Fighting matches are different from regular training. Fractures and other injuries are common. You, a girl,'d better not endure these."

Bailey knew that Carl was right, but she had no choice now.

"I can have a fight first and see. If I really can't do it, I'll naturally give up." Bailey is still fighting for it.

"Well, it's settled. You can prepare a little and I'll have someone arrange the game." Carl nodded slightly to Bailey and turned to the back.

"You're simply crazy." Philip never expected Carl to agree to Bailey's request.

It was crazy for a woman to go up on stage to fight.

"Go wild once and get three hundred thousand. I wish I could go wild a few more times." Bailey carefully pocketed the check and returned home with great excitement.

Carl didn't keep Bailey waiting too long. The next day, Philip called her feebly to inform her that the game was confirmed tonight and asked her to arrive at the venue early to get ready.

In the afternoon, Bailey told her mother that she was going to class that evening, and then carried her bag out of the house and rushed to the mighty Club.

This time, the person who came out to greet her was the same pretty girl from yesterday. Her name was Heidi, the receptionist and the sign-bearer. She led Bailey to a training ground and said, "You train here. The game starts at eight o 'clock in the evening and your opponent today is the steel block."

As she spoke, she gave a sneaky finger and let Bailey look in the direction of her finger.

Bailey saw a man in his thirties lying down and lifting a barbell. He was round, had huge pectoral muscles and was no less than 1.9 meters tall, truly deserving the name "steel block". The steel just lowered the barbell and stood up, and Bailey waved his hand to him as a greeting. But the steel just gave her a cold look, snorted contemptuously, and turned to hit the sandbag.

Tonight I'll greet you with my fist, and then I won't be so polite. Bailey made up his mind to prove himself with his strength.

Heidi asked Bailey to train hard while she returned to the front desk and continued to receive guests.

One after another, guests who came to watch tonight entered the club, and when they saw that there was a match on the list featuring a female player going on stage against a man, they were all very concerned about it.

Everyone was talking about it. After all, no one had ever seen a woman take part in a fight before.

While the women's participation was eye-catching, the audience showed a cautious side when it came to betting, with less than 20 percent daring to bet on Bailey's victory, while the majority still favored the steel block.

Bailey trained for a while, feeling tired, wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel and headed towards the lounge. Coincidentally, the lounge she was assigned was the same one she had blocked the mysterious man in black last time, Room 6.

She was walking in that direction when she saw more than ten men surrounding Carl towards this side, and in just two times they walked across the street.

"Mr. Carl." Bailey greeted Carl politely.