All Her Secrets

Chapter 313 Boxing Match

Just as Catherine walked out of the school gate, she received a phone call from Branden. Without hesitation, she casually picked her phone up and put it next to her ear.

A melodic male voice came through the telephone, warming her ears.

‘School’s out, right?” asked Branden.

“Mhmm!” Catherine lazily responded.

“Some businesses came up last minute. I won’t be able to pick you up today. Should I send a driver to take you back home?”

The driver would be waiting at the school gate anytime if Catherine wanted. The condition was that she agreed.

Catherine replied coldly, “No need. I have plans for tonight, too!”

“What plans?”

“None of your business” was something that Catherine originally wanted to say, but when it came to her lips, she changed it to something else.

“I am going to rehearse with Ronin and Bryan!”

Branden had no intention of interfering with Catherine’s business, as he understood that Catherine disliked being confined.

If the burden of her shackles became too heavy, she could leave anytime without even bothering to say goodbye.

“Take care of yourself. Give me a call if anything goes wrong!” said Branden. After listening to Branden’s instructions, Catherine hung up the phone and walked into the nearby alley.

In the depths of the narrow alley stood a house. Catherine pressed the app on her phone, and the electric shutter door of the house opened automatically.

Only a silver-black motorcycle was parked on the first floor of the spacious house. Sunshine was shining on the body of the motorcycle, making it dazzling.

Catherine elegantly executed a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver- black motorcycle with ease.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

As the throttle accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon suddenly awakening.

Catherine released the accelerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving people in awe.

At a remote village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden underneath this remote village.

Every Tuesday, there was going to be a boxing match here. In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as black boxing.

Two strong men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of several square feet.

Punch for punch, each one landed on flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists excited the nerves of everyone present.

They shouted, roared, and cheered as if they had gone mad…

“Fight, you wimp. Knock down that pussy!”

Where there was a competition, there was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As the player lost, the audience who lost money started to curse crazily.

They took out their frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of blood, all beaten up.

No one would feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait to go up and tear him up.

The worst of human nature was unleashed to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing matches were just an appetizer.

Next, there would be even more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become increasingly cruel and also more stimulating.

After the first round of boxing came the second round. Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly matched, the second round of boxing was more exciting and brutal.

On the left stood a tall and sturdy guy about 6 feet tall. On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not at all peculiar in this boxing match.

The vast difference between the two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1 to 10.

If they placed a wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times their initial bet.

Although there was a significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on a skinny little boy.

As soon as the bell rang, the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting to end the game as quickly as possible.

“Bang!” With one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even a cheer was heard.

At the very top of the audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS. This was a place reserved for a small number of highly distinguished guests.

A man was shaking the red wine glass in his hand. On his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What a pity, this little guy looks pretty good!”

Right after his words, a cold female voice came from the darkness.

“Not really!”

Unlike the gentle and softness of the man’s voice, the woman’s voice had a unique icy and bone- shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning face that took everyone’s breath away.

“What do you mean?” The man asked curiously. It wasn’t because the boy on the stage had changed his mind, but because he knew the woman beside him never took risks without being sure.

What she said was usually the truth. Faced with her friend’s inquiry, Catherine did not know how to respond and lazily uttered one word.

“Intuition!”

Then, she stared at the activity on the stage below and watched the confrontation happening there. After being knocked down, the little boy didn’t completely give up.

He struggled for a while before getting up. The big guy’s fist was indeed powerful. It hit him so hard that he couldn’t stand straight.

The big guy didn’t even bat an eye at the little boy, who managed to get back on his feet. He already accepted the ending in his heart. All he wanted to do was break his own record of game time.

So he didn’t even hesitate for a second and quickly threw a punch, wanting to knock the little boy down completely with another punch.

As the tall dude threw another punch, everyone thought that this would be the moment to determine the winner. To everyone’s surprise, the big guy’s fist missed its target.

Taking advantage of his short height, the little dude swiftly crouched down and narrowly avoided the punch. Laughter filled the air from the audience as they constantly mocked.

This move pissed off the big guy. He threw another punch quickly, planning to teach the boy a lesson.

Although the little boy was weak and thin, he was very agile, just like a monkey jumping up and down. He never allowed the big guy to catch him and even made him dizzy.

Upstairs in the VIP room, the man holding a glass of red wine finally understood what Catherine had just said.

He curiously looked toward Catherine and asked, “Cassie, how did you know that the boy intentionally took the punch to lower the opponent’s guard?”

He was the owner of this boxing gym, Sean Scott.

Over the years, he had watched more than a thousand matches. Had he failed to discern the boy’s ploy from the outset, he undoubtedly had a complete understanding of it by now.

This little boy was adventurous and took a punch from the big guy to get a sense of the opponent’s techniques while catching him off guard. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Next came the real confrontation, but what perplexed Sean was how Catherine could see through it at first glance.

“Her ability is truly formidable!” thought he.