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Chapter 131
Bianca’s imposing bodyguards took their positions, their formidable presence ensuring that no one dared to cross the line. The crowd seemed to part, giving way to the group of people surrounding Bianca. Her coach and agent, along with a few other boxers from the club, stepped forward to help control the situation.
“Stay close,” Bianca said, her gaze briefly meeting Skadi’s. “I’ll look for you guys after the match.”
Skadi smiled, a confident gleam in her eyes. “Good luck, Bianca! You’ll definitely win the championship!”
A small, rare smile tugged at the corners of Bianca’s lips before she turned and swiftly moved away, flanked by her coach and agent. The crowd surged as Bianca made her exit, leaving the trio of friends standing at the back.
The elevator area had become chaotic, with fans clamoring for a glimpse of their idol. Hera, her anxiety growing, clung to Nash’s sleeve, hoping for some comfort in the midst of the bustle.
Just then, a middle-aged man stumbled forward, falling toward Hera. Nash’s reflexes were quick, and he stepped behind her, catching the man before he could crash into her.
The man, however, did not seem appreciative. He quickly turned around, his face darkening in irritation. Nash, maintaining his usual calm demeanor, smiled politely and asked, “Are you alright?”
The man didn’t respond. With a huff, he walked off without a word.
Hera watched him go, still perplexed. “Why did he act like that? Can’t he even say thank you?”
Nash chuckled softly, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s nothing. He’s not someone you need to worry about.”
Hera furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”
Nash glanced around, his voice lowering. “That man has stage five inner energy. An ordinary person couldn’t have knocked him over. He must have done it intentionally.”
Hera blinked in confusion but said nothing more as they followed the crowd toward the ring.
The arena was impressive, with two levels of seating. The first floor was general admission, with 2,000 seats all occupied. A few additional benches were squeezed in at the front, but they were still packed. The second-floor VIP area had 500 seats, each ticket costing three times as much as the first floor. The luxurious setting created a palpable tension in the air.
A massive four-sided display hung above the ring, broadcasting the match live. Skadi, Hera, and Nash settled into their seats in the VIP area, the best spots in the house. A waiter came by to offer complimentary drinks and snacks, which Skadi and Hera eagerly accepted. They each ordered popcorn and a Coke, while Nash opted for a cappuccino.
As the match was about to begin, Hera, sitting between Skadi and Nash, turned to Skadi. “Do you think Bianca can win?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Skadi’s face clouded slightly as she shook her head. “I don’t know who her opponent is yet. Let me check the forum.”
She pulled out her phone and quickly scanned the latest updates. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, “Today’s the final match, and Bianca’s opponent is Black Widow from Frelden!”
Hera’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Black Widow’s name. “Is she really that strong?” she asked, her worry evident.
Skadi’s expression grew more serious. “She’s a three-time Phoenix Crown champion, and last year, she won the Golden Belt of the World Women’s Boxing Championship.”
The words hit Hera like a punch. “Oh no… with such a strong opponent, it’s going to be really difficult for Bianca to win the championship!”
Across the VIP area, Kai and Helena sat together, their eyes scanning the crowd. They were accompanied by Simon Lanes and Duncan Duerson. Simon, with a sly smile, leaned forward and spoke to Kai. “Mr. Kai, Black Widow has made your family a lot of money,” he remarked, his tone laced with admiration. “Gold rarely depreciates, and with three consecutive Phoenix Crowns, that’s a profit of 3.6 million.”
Duncan, always the more composed one, raised his wine glass and sipped elegantly before adding, “The products Black Widow endorses are all Watsons’ brands. The Watsons’ advertising fees for her alone have exceeded 3.6 million.”
Simon’s smile faltered at Duncan’s words. He was more familiar with the social circles of the Green Bamboo Association than the intricate business dealings of the Watson family. He had overlooked the fact that the Watsons’ success wasn’t built on mere luck but on shrewd investments and strategic decisions.
At that moment, Helena’s gaze landed on Nash and the others across from them. She frowned, her lips tightening. “Kai, look. Nash and the others are here, too…”