Alexander glanced at the stunned crowd, then smiled and raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence—a silent reply to all the mockery they had thrown at him.
Then he turned and walked down the ramp, quickly leaving the ring.
Crash.
Queen Master hurled her glass to the ground: “So this was the unexpected outcome after all. It seems the international underground boxing world is all bark and no bite. Not a single worthy fighter among them.”
“Yes, ma’am, you’re absolutely right. I think they’re just traveling circus performers. International underground boxing? What a joke. Just a bunch of trash with a little strength.” Wilbur chimed in.
“Let’s go. Hopefully, tomorrow’s final will be more exciting.”
Queen Master’s expression returned to calm, but her mind was racing.
The strength
