“Is there really no one left in The Gilded Wheel who can fight?” Aloys looked like he’d swallowed a storm cloud.
Everyone was bracing for the club’s worst embarrassment when a clear voice rang out from the crowd. “I’ll give it a try.”
Wait, was that a woman?
The whole place went quiet. Every head turned. There was Charlotte, perched at the bar in a simple cap and plain clothes, sipping from a bottle of milk like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Did she really just say that? Who else could it be? She was the only woman here.
People started exchanging glances, trying to figure out if this was some kind of joke.
Aloys’s frown deepened as he stared at her. “She can’t be serious, right?” his right-hand man muttered. “I mean, sure, she knows a little self-defense, but the guy up there has killed over a dozen people and never lost. Even our best fighters couldn’t last a round. How’s a girl who barely weighs a hundred pounds supposed to handle him?”
The reigning champion on stage, known as the “Survivor,” heard the challenge and looked over. The moment he spotted Charlotte, he stopped short, then let out a loud, mocking laugh.
“Sending a woman to fight me? You really must have run out of options.”
Charlotte just tossed her empty milk bottle into the trash, stood up, and walked over to the stage. She met his gaze, totally unbothered. “What, you got something against women? Wanna test that theory?”
The champion’s smile flickered, his eyes turning colder as he looked her over.
“What’s wrong, you scared?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow, sounding almost amused.
He just stared at her, speechless.
Aloys’s men moved in closer. “Boss, should we throw her out? She’s obviously just here to make trouble. Any one of the bodyguards could do better than her.”


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