Carl was a little surprised when he suddenly received a call from Keith.

"I was fired from the newspaper because of that report." Keith's words were full of resentment, which Carl could tell. "My girlfriend is going to watch a fight, but the ticket price at the Mighty Club is too high. I don't have enough money here and I want to borrow some from you."

Keith was both resentful and hateful towards Carl, but now he had to ask him for money. It was a case of a hero being brought down by a penny.

When Carl heard this, he laughed. "When are you going to watch the game?"

"Tonight." Keith was in a hurry, and if he had wasted a little more time, the tickets would have been sold out.

"There's no problem with that. You bring your girlfriend to the Fierce Fight club tonight. Just mention my name and you'll get two seats."

"What's the latest time I'll give you the money?"

"We've known each other for a while. It's too distant to bring up money, hahaha."

What? Keith really didn't expect Carl to be so generous and give him two tickets right away.

It was like a free lunch, so good that it didn't seem like a real thing.

When Keith arrived at the Mighty Club with Paula, he was still uneasy, fearing that Carl would play tricks on him. Fortunately, as soon as the staff of the Fierce Club heard Carl's name, they immediately said enthusiastically, "Mr. Carl has reserved two seats. Please follow me."

These two seats were not regular spectator stands but VIP seats right in the middle of the front row.

It can be said that among the thousands of seats in the venue, only these two are the best. Seeing Keith get these two spots, Paula's vanity was immediately greatly satisfied, as if she were sitting on the throne and looking down at all.

She hugged Keith's arm and said joyfully, "Dear, you are really amazing."

Keith forced a smile and said; "Fortunately, I know a few friends."

His heart, which had been in suspense, finally settled down. This Carl was really amazing.

He looked at the list of contestants in his hand. After the name of a contestant with the code name Witch, it was deliberately marked in parentheses that her gender was female.

There was indeed a woman in the competition, Keith thought it was a gimmick, but now that he saw it, he became interested.

A woman can win a match against a man. How amazing is this woman?

Paula, on the other side, is busy studying the betting issue. The main purpose of her coming to the competition today is to make a big profit.

Paula thought it would be better to wait until the contestants had shown and then bet based on their mental state and physical condition.

But when Paula was in the arena and saw the energetic Bailey, with a nimble gait, leaping onto the field, she realized that the terrifying witch who was said to have knocked male wrestler to the ground and prevented him from getting up was actually her sworn enemy Bailey.

The world is too small for enemies to meet everywhere.

"What's going on?" Keith was also surprised to see Bailey in the arena, but he was even more frightened, fearing that Paula might misunderstand and think she was deliberately looking for an opportunity to see Bailey.

The time and number of matches were all set by Paula herself and had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Paula glared viciously at Bailey, hoping the competition stage would collapse at that moment and kill this stinky woman.

Paula looked at the list of matches in her hand. It was a match between the Witch and the Steel block. With a sharp snap of her bright red nails on the paper, she tore the name Witch off.

Bailey, I'm going to make you die on this platform tonight.

Thinking of this, she stood up and walked towards the back court of the game.

In the players' lounge, the steel block was throwing a tantrum.

"Why are you arranging me to fight that girl again? I didn't lose face big enough last time. It's enough for me to give up one punch. I don't want to give up a second time." When the steel block got angry, it threw a punch hard at the tin wardrobe, and immediately a large part of the wardrobe collapsed.

"Someone else got injured at the last minute, so I had to put you in again." Seeing the steel block's furious appearance, Philip had no other choice but to plead, "Just let it go one more time. It's all Mr. Carl's will."

As soon as Philip mentioned Mr. Carl, the steel collapsed instantly and sat down in a chair, still complaining: "I lost to a woman twice in a row. How can I go out in the future?"

At least it was pressed down, Philip put oil on his feet and slipped out at once.

Paula emerged from the shadows and, seeing no one around, turned into the steel block's lounge.

"What did you come back for..." The steel block, upon hearing the footsteps, thought Philip had turned back and roared.

But when he looked up, he saw a woman dressed gorgeously and luxuriously, with a charming and seductive smile on her face, like a poppy.

"How pitiful you are! It's like a tiger falling into the sun and being bullied by a dog. A woman who rose to power by unspoken rules, could she have won if you hadn't given the punch? She's now in the limelight, but you're being greeted for eighteen generations."

Paula's words added fuel to the fire, and the steel block began to have blue veins on its forehead.

"If you don't want to give a punch, don't give a punch. With real skills, whoever has a stronger punch wins." Paula took a bet sheet out of her bag and placed it in front of the steel block. "I bet $100,000 that you'll win. How could you let me down?"

With her red-nail hand, Paula touched the bulging pectoral muscles of the steel block, and her seductive eyes curled up slightly.

In the face of the beauty, the steel block felt a bit dazed. But he still had some reservations. Mr. Carl had arranged it, and if he insisted on disobeying, how could he survive in the future?

"If you accidentally kill Bailey, I'll give you the one hundred thousand principal, along with the money I've earned from the bet. If you just beat Bailey, I'll give you half of the money. With that much money, even if you leave the mighty club, won't you still enjoy the food and drink?"

The steel block looked at the odds, and now the odds on his side were five to one. That is to say, if I beat Bailey to death, I could get about six hundred thousand dollars. And in a fight arena, it's quite common for a fighter to have a minor accident or incident between matches.

Today, I just made a slight mistake and punched too hard, turning a small accident into a big one. There was basically no difficulty at all.

I was tempted by the beauty before my eyes and offered a great reward, and I was filled with endless hatred for Bailey.

Six hundred thousand, damn it, worth a vote.

The steel block suddenly stood up and struck with both palms, "Well, it's settled."

Having said that, he grabbed a towel over his shoulder and strode towards the playing field.

Bailey, you're doomed!