Chapter 103 Is the Girl on Stage Rose?
Alvin was floored, and so was the crowd.
The second Amelia stepped into the ring, folks erupted in a mix of shock and murmurs that were anything but friendly.
Amelia, sporting a half-face mask with a rose design, showed nothing of her looks except for her perfect skin and bright red lips.
She had a slender, delicate frame, with thin, straight legs under her pleated skirt that seemed smaller than some spectators' arms.
Who let a kid onto the stage?
Is she wearing a school uniform?
Did she get lost after school?
Sure, there had been women in the underground boxing ring before, but they were always tough and muscular, completely unlike the petite Amelia.
With her build, forget Rocky—any guy in the audience could probably snap her arm like a twig!
The crowd buzzed with confusion, not sure what to make of it.
On the other side, Rocky entered the ring.
The moment Rocky showed up, the audience's excitement hit the roof, and they erupted into wild cheers.
"Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!"
The cheers made it clear that Rocky was a regular and a big crowd favorite in this ring.
Amelia's expression didn't change as she looked up at Rocky.
He was tall; she had to tilt her head back to see his face. He weighed about 250 pounds, a hulking figure like a walking mountain.
His skin was dark, his shoulders broad and powerful. His muscles bulged, looking as if they could crush bones with a single punch. Every step he took seemed to make the ring shake.
At this moment, the big screen displayed the fighters' info.
[Red Corner: Rocky, 35 matches, 0 losses.]
[Blue Corner: Pearl Powder, background unknown.]
Unknown?
What unknown? It just means there's no record.
The folks behind the Blue Corner must be nuts or high, putting Amelia against Rocky. Aren't they afraid she'll be dead in less than thirty seconds?
Rocky, seeing Amelia, immediately turned to the referee, his voice deep and incredulous.
"Are you kidding me? I'm here to fight, not to kill someone."
"One punch and this girl could die on the spot. You want me to fight her?"
Seeing the referee unmoved, Rocky rolled his eyes at Amelia, breathing heavily.
"Little girl, I don't know if your boss sent you here to die, but if you don't wanna die, go beg them to let you off now."
"This place ain't for someone like you. Once the whistle blows, even if I hold back, you won't stand a chance against my punches."
"Or just throw in the towel now. Your pretty face and skinny limbs shouldn't get bloodied or broken."
In the back row, Amelia's friend, dressed in black, couldn't help but gasp at the info on the screen.
"No way, there's no comparison in their records or their sizes."
Dorian took a deep breath and turned to the two boys beside him. "That girl could really get killed. Should we help her?"
"How?"
Zander, wearing a black shirt, looked indifferent, his bangs slightly covering his eyes. A tear mole at the corner of his right eye enhanced his already stunning features.
He glanced at Amelia in the ring, almost coldly. "The crowd's already placing bets. There's no stopping the match or switching fighters now."
"She doesn't look forced, and she doesn't seem scared. If she stepped into the ring herself, she knows the risks and consequences better than we do."
"So if she dies in there, it's her choice. Getting involved would just mess with her decision."
"Besides, we're not here for the show. This is the last match tonight. After it's over, we'll go find our targets."
Asher scoffed, leaning back casually.
"Zander, sometimes I think you're so rational and detached, like you don't even have normal human emotions."
"Why should I have something so useless?"
Zander frowned. "You should stay objective about objective matters. Emotions just cloud judgment and actions."
Dorian couldn't help but chime in. "You guys really are just like you are online."
"By the way, I joined you on this mission to River City for two reasons: to meet you in person and to meet that high-ranking member, Rose."
"Rose?" Asher's eyes widened. "You have contact with someone that powerful?"
"Of course, we connected on WeChat last week." Dorian looked proud. "She said if I came to River City, I should message her, and she'd take me out to eat."
"And she sent me ten beauty pills she made herself. Not to brag, but those pills worked better than my mom's $10,000 beauty injections."
"I gave my mom a few, and she's been asking for more ever since."
"Wow, really?" Asher's eyes lit up. "If I ever meet her, I need to ask for some too!"
"Yeah, I don't know what her other five skills are, but they're probably all maxed out," Dorian leaned closer. "And you know what's the craziest part?"
Zander wasn't interested in other people's business.
But Asher was excited, and Dorian was loud, so their conversation reached him clearly.
"The craziest part is, Rose goes to the same high school as you guys, Prestige High School."
"So I got my dad to arrange an exchange student spot for me at Prestige High School. I can't wait to see her in person."
Prestige High School's student?
Zander frowned instinctively.
He couldn't recall anyone at Prestige High School who seemed skilled enough to be a six-star member of K.A.
Just then, Asher seemed to notice something, and his eyes widened as he looked at the ring.
"Now that you mention it, isn't that girl in the ring wearing our Prestige High School uniform?"
The three of them paused and looked at the ring together. Asher's eyes suddenly brightened. "Is it possible that the girl in the ring is Rose?"
"Are you saying one of Rose's skills might be fighting?" Dorian gasped. "That would make sense. Otherwise, what girl would dare step into the ring? It'd be a death wish."
Dorian's face lit up with excitement. "If the girl in the ring is really Rose, then this match could go either way."
"In that case, I'm betting on the girl to win!"