Chapter 209 Catherine Was the Queen of the Ring
The motorcycle came to a halt near the Heritage Storage Depot. Catherine tossed the keys to Dubhe and made her way towards the air-raid shelter hidden in the reeds.
"Miss, there are about a hundred guys from Blade of Dusk, but they don't respect Emilia. They want her to win a boxing match before they'll listen to her. Isn't that crazy?" Dubhe reported. "I checked our boxing schedule, and there are several champions lined up to fight soon. There's no way Emilia can handle that!"
Emilia, with her skinny arms and legs, didn't look like she could fight. Dubhe even thought that if she went up, the Hughes Family might as well declare total annihilation.
But the underworld had its own ways of thinking and recognizing leaders. Catherine, wearing the boots Aurora bought, walked with determination.
"If those Blade of Dusk people have already prepared and arranged their own fighters in the ring, Emilia is doomed!" Dubhe said.
"Why not let her fight me instead?" Catherine said.
Dubhe was puzzled. "Huh?"
Catherine turned around, looked at him leisurely, and raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
Indeed, there was no problem. Catherine had been a boxing champion for years, balancing the ring. If she was willing to fight, it wouldn't matter how many people Blade of Dusk arranged.
Dubhe jogged to keep up with Catherine's pace and stood beside Emilia.
"Come on, let's take a look," Catherine said.
"To the boxing ring?" Emilia asked.
"Yes."
Emilia was a bit eager. She had never been to an underground boxing place before.
Dubhe drove Catherine and Emilia towards the boxing ring hidden in a vast reed field taller than a person.
Catherine turned to look at the somewhat excited yet scared Emilia, her gaze cold. "I forgot to tell you. Maurice couldn't be saved. Michael and Anthony are still breathing but may not recover. Even if they do, they'll be executed. The fire was ruled an accident, so no one will come after you. You did well, but don't risk yourself for unworthy people again."
Emilia blinked, hiding the tears in her eyes. She had decided to stop crying so easily. "Got it!"
As soon as they entered the boxing ring area, Catherine handed Emilia a mask and said lightly, "Put it on. Don't let anyone inside remember your face."
People who fought in underground boxing were ruthless for money. The ring was full of desperate people who, if they remembered someone's face, could seek revenge later.
Even Catherine avoided showing her face in the ring to avoid trouble, let alone Emilia who was already in danger.
Emilia quickly put on the mask, feeling a bit surprised as she wondered why it seemed like Catherine had been here before.
Catherine wore a somewhat terrifying demon mask, showing a fierce side to everyone, which didn't match her temperament at all, yet strangely suited her.
The boxing ring was noisy, with gamblers shouting for the fighters to kill each other so they could win more money.
"This way," Dubhe said.
In a pre-arranged VIP room, there was a huge screen showing every move in the ring. Catherine turned to look at the obviously very nervous Emilia. "Are you sure you want to go in?"
"If I'm not sure, is there any other way? If I go in, what's the chance I can come out alive?" Emilia asked.
Catherine said mercilessly, "No chance at all. You will definitely die."
Emilia swallowed hard. "What if it's not a death match? Just a sparring match?"
"You're too weak and injured. Even if the fighters hold back, you will die," Catherine replied.
Underground boxing was all about betting on money and life, essentially trading life for cash.
Catherine adjusted her mask more securely and handed her headband to Emilia. "Hold this for me."
She didn't want the headband George gave her to get dirty while fighting. She casually tied her hair with a hair tie, rubbed her wrists, and her eyes under the mask were calm and composed. "Wait for me. I'll show you what underground boxing is."
Emilia held the headband, looking at the seemingly glowing Catherine. "Catherine, are you going in?"
'The ring looks so dangerous! Catherine is about the same height and build as me. Is it really okay for her to go in like this?' Emilia wondered.
"Yes, wait for me for half an hour," Catherine said.
Dubhe was shocked. "Half an hour? Are you going to fight a gauntlet?" With Catherine's strength, she wouldn't need half an hour for one fight!
Catherine nodded indifferently. "I need to knock them all down to ensure the only one fighting Emilia is me."
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away," Dubhe said.
In the octagon, the gauntlet flag was soon raised, and the crowd went wild. Emilia watched the girl on the screen. The gentle Catherine from a moment ago seemed like a different person once she put on the mask and stepped into the ring.
Every punch Catherine threw hit the opponent's weak spot, each blow landing solidly. Even through the screen, Emilia felt the shock and pain. The gamblers' eyes were bloodshot, shouting continuously.
"Monkey, kill her!"
"Kill this Northern Myanterra Monkey!"
In just five minutes, the fighter codenamed Monkey was face down, dragged out.
The next fighter quickly entered, giving Catherine no time to rest. Emilia was worried, looking at Dubhe. "Is Catherine really okay?"
"Catherine's record is against fifteen fighters in a gauntlet," Dubhe said.
After so long, the ring had forgotten the name Satan. Newcomers kept entering, only to be knocked down one by one in front of Emilia.
Catherine on the stage remained unfazed, looking at the fighters below, making a provocative gesture. "Come on."
The fighters below were furious, but none dared to step up. Catherine's absolute dominance was clear. As she stood on the stage, her gaze sharp and murderous. The ring behind her had become her stage, and no one could steal her spotlight!
Emilia was stunned. "This is so cool!" It was her first time seeing someone so dazzling.
Catherine's eyes met Dubhe's below the stage, and she nodded at him. Dubhe immediately turned and smiled. "Emilia, it's your turn."
Emilia said, "Can I really?"
"Of course, Catherine is waiting for you. Go on!"
In the octagon, only Emilia and Catherine remained. The surrounding cheers were deafening, engulfing them completely. Emilia's lips trembled, luckily hidden by the mask, or it would be embarrassing. "I don't know how to punch, what should I do?"
Catherine's voice was emotionless, coldly saying, "Emilia, imagine me as Maurice, Anthony, and your dad, all the killers of your mom. Now, I embody them all."
Catherine's gaze was intense. "Now, tell me, can you punch?"
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