Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 439: Chapter 439

"Get up, you damn Clusian coward!"
"You trying to make me lose money, you piece of trash?"
"All Clusians are trash!"
Shawn and Zoe's expressions darkened upon hearing these insults.
Just then, some people nearby started shouting too, and then they saw Zoe and Shawn. Having lost money because of that Clusian boxer, they couldn't swallow this humiliation and needed someone to take it out on—so Zoe and Shawn became their targets.
"Hey everyone, come look! Here are two more damn Clusians. These bastards made us lose money—we gotta make them pay!"
"Pay up!"
"Take their money!"
"Kill them!"
The mob surged forward, menacingly encircling Shawn and Zoe.
Zoe nudged Shawn with her elbow. "So this is your idea of a date? And it even comes with a free fight," she teased.
Shawn took Zoe's teasing in stride.
A group of foreigners surrounded the pair. Their leader sneered, "Look at you two—you don't look loaded at all. But I've lost a fortune tonight."
"That woman ain't bad looking. We could fetch a pretty penny selling her off," someone said.
"And that guy looks pretty tough. Bet his parts could fetch a fortune on the market," another one chimed in.
Zoe got it—these guys clearly knew the organ trade inside out. They had to be connected to the Underground Kingdom.
"No rush to sell them off. Let's have our fun with them first," one of the thugs said.
"We want that woman," several men leered, their faces twisted into obscene grins.
"Leave that dude for us," another two men said, and it shocked Zoe.
"You owe me a real date after this." Zoe shot Shawn a look.
With that, she stepped forward assertively. Without uttering a word, her stance made it crystal clear—she was ready to take them all on.
The leader couldn't help but burst out laughing mockingly at the sight.
"See? This woman actually wants to take us all on single-handedly. Is she trying to kill herself?"
"No fighting outside the ring—that's the rule here. If you're really that tough, get up there and show us what you've got."
"Yeah, get in the ring!" someone from the crowd shouted.
Zoe glanced at the empty ring. "All of you, come at me together."
Seeing Zoe's defiant attitude, the leader was immediately angry.
"You really don't know your place, do you?" he said.
"We're not fighting you. Your real challenge is that reigning champ up there—he's held the title for a month straight."
Zoe frowned. Seeing her reaction, the leader of the group sneered, "What's wrong? Scared? Then apologize and entertain us boys, and maybe we'll make it quick and painless."
Zoe remained silent, her gaze fixed on the reigning champion boxer.
On the surface, nothing seemed wrong. But judging by the guy's hyper-aggressive behavior, Zoe suspected he was on something. But in a place like this underground fight club, drug use was nothing out of the ordinary.
The leader of the thugs spat on his own leather shoe with a disgusting splat, then sneered at Zoe. "On your knees, bitch! Lick my shoes clean."
The thugs erupted in cruel laughter, all waiting for the coming spectacle.
"I accept your challenge," Zoe finally said, her voice calm but resolute.
The leader froze for a second, then said, "Are you insane? Going up there is suicide. If you just cooperate with us, at worst you'll have to entertain a few more men. Not such a bad deal for you, right?"
"Damn, this chick's got some nerve—she actually thinks she can take down Bill Anderson?" one of the thugs said.
"Yeah. Bill is a total psycho—he's already killed plenty of guys in the ring," someone else chimed in.
Zoe's slender frame made the thugs certain she wouldn't withstand even one punch from Bill.
Zoe gave Shawn a firm nod before striding purposefully toward the ring.
In the arena, Bill stood with his arms raised in triumph, basking in the crowd's adulation. But when Zoe—a woman—stepped into the ring, the entire arena fell into stunned silence.
Bill grew furious at the sudden silence.
"Come on, scream and shout! Keep it going!" Bill roared, wildly waving his arms at the crowd, trying to amp up their energy.
Just then, a hand patted his shoulder.
"Who's the buzzkill? I—" Bill snapped, turning around to see Zoe standing right behind him.
"Who the hell are you?" Bill growled, his face twisted in displeasure.
Someone in the crowd yelled, "Bill, she's your opponent!"
"Stepping into the ring is a real challenge—damn, this woman's really bold!"
"Look how scrawny she is—Bill's gonna wreck her for sure."
"Beauty vs Beast? I like it. Start the damn fight already!"
"I'm betting on the beauty to win."
The arena erupted in cheers as the crowd roared for Zoe and Bill to start fighting. Bill's face darkened—beating a woman would be child's play for him, hardly a challenge at all.
Bill growled, "Woman, get lost! I can forgive your insolence."
Zoe didn't move.
The leader of the mob stepped forward and shouted at the ring, "Bill, this woman just called you trash! She even said she could wipe the floor with you with one hand."
"And she said you're juiced up, Bill! That you can't win fair and square," he added.
"What the hell? You're dead!" Bill roared, pounding his chest with his fist and fixing Zoe with a murderous glare.
Zoe glared at the mob leader. By framing her like that, he was clearly dying to see Bill beat her to death. Little did he know that he was in for a huge disappointment.
"Unforgivable! How dare you humiliate me like this? I'll smash your skull in!" With that, Bill charged forward with a wild swing.
Zoe stood her ground mere steps away, not even bothering to dodge.
The crowd watched, holding their breath, as Zoe stood frozen in place. Hearts leaped to their throats—they thought it was over; she was done for. Bill was about to blow her brains out.
The mob leader's eyes gleamed with vicious excitement. 'Serves that bitch right—she's just asking for it,' he thought with savage glee.
The thugs were shouting. "Bill, smash her head in!"
"I wanna see her head pop like a watermelon!"
Bill thrived on the crowd's wild cheers. Fueled by whatever he'd taken, he was riding a manic high—the louder the crowd roared, the deeper he sank into his frenzy, utterly reveling in the savage energy.
Gradually, only one thought remained in Bill's mind: 'Kill her.'
The mob's leader could already picture Zoe's gruesome fate. He turned to Shawn with a sneer. "Your woman's as good as dead. So, have you decided to come quietly with us, or do you want to end up like her?"
Suddenly, a thunderous crash shook the arena. Everyone gasped.
The impact was so earth-shaking that the mob leader—who had his back to the ring—instinctively ducked and covered his head, convinced a bomb had detonated.
The arena fell dead silent—both in the ring and among the spectators. Zoe, who was supposed to have her head smashed by Bill, was now pinning him on the canvas, utterly dominating him.
Zoe planted her foot squarely on Bill's face and scanned the stunned crowd below. The spectators scrambled backward like frightened rats, each terrified they'd be her next target.
Zoe swept an icy glare across the crowd, then suddenly raised her hand and curled a finger.
Her meaning was unmistakable: "Who's next?"