The people surrounding Carl were all the top executives of the Mighty Club, but their respect for Carl was obvious.

"Work hard, I'm looking forward to your performance." Carl encouraged Bailey.

Although Carl was very optimistic about Bailey, the people following him clearly did not think so.

Bailey saw that while Carl was talking to him, there were several people whispering behind him, and from the glances they gave him, he could sense the unfriendliness.

It was Philip, who was at the very end of the group, who made a victory peace sign to Bailey.

In the fighting ring, a thousand grand words with your mouth are not as good as a single punch, which is more embarrassing. Bailey knew that for the first time a woman was standing here, she was undoubtedly at a disadvantage compared to a man, both physically and in terms of body shape, and it was reasonable that she was questioned.

When Bailey sat down in Lounge No. 6, she couldn't calm down and kept flashing in her mind the figure of the mysterious man in black, cold, lonely, agile and strong.

He had won ten consecutive boxing matches here and earned 30,000 dollars in prize money.

Now he's in the room he once used, hoping to get a share of the luck and achieve success tonight.

Bailey slept on the bed in the lounge, covered with a quilt, for a short while, and when she opened her eyes, it was exactly half past seven. Bailey got up, changed her clothes, moved her body a little, and then came out.

The countless spotlights hanging on the space shelves all around the field, along with the strong light in the middle of the field, made Bailey feel dizzy as if she were at the center of the entire universe.

"This is the boxer of the day - the Witch!" The Witch was Bailey's code name during the competition, and when the host introduced her name to the audience, the audience below saw Bailey's entrance and immediately burst into thunderous cheers and whistles.

On this fist, which was filled with violence and masculinity, there appeared the figure of a woman who was alluring, gentle and stern. This sharp contrast and disparity was enough to drive the audience off the stage crazy.

Especially those who bet on Bailey, they were more fanatical, and some even stood on others' shoulders, waving their arms and Shouting: "Witch, kill the steel block!"

In the midst of the crowd, Bailey's gaze was at the very front of the audience, the VIP seats, where he saw Carl.

Dressed in casual business attire, he sat down gracefully, looking calm and composed, exuding the taste and air of a mature man.

He also saw Bailey, raising a cup with his hand and smiling at her from afar.

Bailey recalled what he had said to himself, "Work hard, I'm looking forward to your performance."

This is a rare opportunity. She is sure to go all out and prove herself with outstanding performance to earn the bonus.

At this moment, Bailey's opponent, the steel block, also stepped onto the pitch.

His face was full of ferocity and his bronzed muscles looked huge and solid in the light. At his height of 1.9 meters, he was like a small hill, and when he stood there, it cast a large shadow.

"Now that the players have finished showing, you can step down and get ready for a moment. The exciting game is about to begin, and those who are ready to raise can take this opportunity to adjust their chips. Your eyesight determines your financial strength. This is a rare opportunity that should not be missed." The host stands in Taichung, luring the audience to bet with a seductive voice.

When Carl heard this, he frowned, turned his head and said discontentedly to the people beside him, "Why are you still doing this? Didn't I tell you? You should know how to restrain yourself recently."

Carl is in the military and cannot openly violate military discipline by starting an economic entity. So he brought together the veterans who had worked under him before and formed this fierce fighting club. On the surface, he claims to be a friend of the boss, but in reality, he is the boss behind the scenes.

To avoid suspicion, Carl rarely shows up here. The last time he met Bailey was by chance. But today he came here on purpose, wanting to watch the game in person and cheer for Bailey.

To boost revenue, the Fierce Club encourages spectators to bet on the outcome of the game, thereby increasing excitement and revenue. Carl has always turned a blind eye to this, neither encouraging nor opposing it. But the situation has changed recently. Henry has just been tricked by him, but unfortunately, he failed at the last moment. Now is the time for Henry to take revenge, and Carl is afraid that his brothers will cause trouble by doing so.

"We also want to cancel... But the guests disagreed, saying there was no excitement... Business is hard to do now..." With such a lesson from Carl, the people around him explained to him with great grievance.

Looking at the LED screens hanging around the competition venue, which displayed the real-time odds and the increasing bet amount, Carl pondered for a long time before saying, "It's better to be cautious. Use the covert channels to only deal with big and old clients. Safety is important now. We can talk about other things when we avoid this wave."

It was obvious that the tone had loosened a lot.

"Boss, don't worry. We guys all understand."

"Have you arranged this game?" Carl looked up at the LED screen. Perhaps the stark contrast between Bailey and the steel Block has dampened the audience's confidence that Bailey will win this game. So now less than 10 percent of the money is bet on Bailey, while the other 90 percent is bet on Steel Block.

The man immediately said in a low voice, "I've told you all about Steel."

Carl nodded with satisfaction, "The odds are a bit off. Make the odds 1 to 9 and bring up the deposit on Bailey's side."

"All right, I'll go right away." The man was just about to leave. Carl stopped him and said, "Put a million from my personal account, don't forget."

Hearing this, the man suddenly stopped and looked at Carl with a teasing gaze, "Boss, I noticed that you have a very special affection for this woman."

The club didn't admit female players originally, but as soon as Bailey spoke, the boss made an exception for her. The boss has never been involved in betting on the game, but this time he was very active and bet a million on Bailey.

As someone who had been with Carl for years, he was sensitive to the unusual smell.

"Only you talk a lot. Hurry up and get it done." Carl smiled and waved his hand, urging the man to go quickly.

At this point, the preparation time for both sides was over.

Heidi, with her seductive makeup, a bra on top and a black skinny leather skirt on the bottom, was smiling, her eyes burning, twisting her waist and holding up the first round sign as she walked around the arena.

Whistles immediately filled the stands.

"The first round officially begins." The host announced.