The crowd roared with excitement as Horace squeezed his way to the edge and glanced back. The fighter was down, and he knew the boss had roughed it out in that cruel region before, able to handle
these backstreet brawlers with ease.
"Boss, I swear I'll come back for you!" Horace led them away first.
Rosemary, now free from worries, floored the fighter and swiftly locked the cage door behind her as she made her exit.
A gunshot suddenly echoed through the arena. A lot of audience realized till then danger had descended and scrambled to the sides.
Zebulon, flanked by a slew of henchmen, had Rosemary cornered. "You think you can wreck my joint?"
Rosemary, facing the armed crowd, her eyes turning icy, retorted, "What, I need to write you a permission slip?"
"You're in over your head!" With a wave of Zebulon's hand, his goons opened fire.
Rosemary quickly subdued one of them, using the man as a human shield and seizing his weapon to return fire.
In the VIP room.
