Chapter 329 Jeffrey!
George sneered, "Sorry, 'betrayal' isn't in my dictionary!"
"Go to hell!"
Edward's eyes blazed with anger as he tightened his grip on George's neck, trying to choke him out.
In a final desperate effort, George roared, gritted his teeth, and summoned every ounce of strength to break free. He focused on his left arm, dislocating his shoulder to escape Edward's chokehold.
"What?"
Edward was momentarily stunned. George seized the opportunity, spinning around and using his remaining strength to deliver a lightning-fast punch on Edward's face.
Edward tried to block, but George's punch was too quick. It hit Edward squarely, hard enough to cave in his cheek.
Edward screamed as his nose and cheekbones cracked, then fell to the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. After a few final spasms, he passed out. George had won.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers and chatter.
"George won again! He's so strong!"
"He dislocated his own shoulder to break free. That's hardcore!"
"Edward must have a concussion after that punch!"
"Damn it, Edward! I bet on you! I'm gonna dig up your mother's grave!"
George's followers stood up, cheering and whistling. Ryder clapped and shouted, "That was awesome!"
Meanwhile, Kenneth was tense. Both Kenneth and Daniel had bet on Edward, and they were wrong. They were in a bad mood.
Ronald walked over to Kenneth and said, "Don't worry, we still have a secret weapon."
Kenneth's confidence returned. "I'm not worried. Let's get the next match started."
"No problem," Ronald said, pulling out a walkie-talkie. "Start the next match."
"Okay!"
The host picked up the mic and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, are you excited?"
"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison.
The host raised his fist and continued, "Let's keep the excitement going! Next up, we have the last contestant, Jeffrey Walker!"
A video played on the big screen, showcasing a dark-skinned, muscular bald man with a fierce gaze as he defeated a series of opponents in the ring. The footage displayed him taking down Taekwondo black belts, Karate coaches, and professional boxers, each one falling before him with ease.
This was the first time tonight a contestant got a big screen intro, showing how much the arena valued Jeffrey.
Spectators familiar with underground fighting were wide-eyed.
"My God! They brought in Jeffrey? That's crazy!"
"Who's Jeffrey? Fill us in!"
"Jeffrey grew up in Phailand, and spent nearly twenty years boxing before returning to the States. He doesn't teach; he just loves fighting. He's crippled five or six well-known fighters in Texas. He even killed an opponent in an official match, so now he only fights underground. They call him 'The Demon.' Many fighters surrender when they hear they're up against him. Last year, he ranked in the top five in a Texas underground competition. Tornado and Edward are big in Houston, but Jeffrey's on another level. He's still young and could be a contender for the Texas underground championship in a few years."
"My God! This guy's that good? And he's here in Houston!"
"George's crew is doomed! George is injured, and the other guy looks clueless. He'll probably wet his pants in the ring!"
"Let's bet on Mr. Davis's crew to win!"
As the crowd buzzed with excitement, Jeffrey walked out of the locker room. The spotlight hit him, and in his black robe, he looked like the grim reaper.
"Jeffrey! Jeffrey! Jeffrey!" the crowd roared.
Jeffrey stayed calm, but you could see the murderous intent in his eyes. He loved the pre-fight cheers, and once they started, he wanted to kill his opponent.
The host shouted, "Let's welcome Jeffrey to the ring!"
Jeffrey walked towards the ring. Not far away, Ronald made a throat-slitting gesture towards Jeffrey, signaling him to kill George in the ring. Jeffrey nodded coldly.
Ronald felt relieved. Jeffrey was a top fighter from the capital, and Ronald had to pull strings to get him here. Jeffrey was known to be stubborn and hard to control, but it seemed like he was on board.
Ryder, unfamiliar with Jeffrey's reputation, was nonetheless struck by a strong sense of danger as soon as Jeffrey appeared. His instincts, honed from years of hunting, sensed that Jeffrey carried the same menacing aura as a wild beast.