Chapter 952
Chapter 952:
Just then, Raegan shot a glance at Marisa. “Think what you want. It makes no difference. What matters is that by the end of this, those three are either going to be dead or disabled p>
This was the punishment Kiley had planned down to the last detail.
Maia had pushed Mariana over the edge — straight into a mental collapse. Now, Ethan had to pay the price. Crippling him was the plan.
Raegan had no intention of killing Ethan, which was why she told Tyrant to stand down.
After the crowd put down their bets, they’d rig the fight by choosing who attacked first — Viper or Reaper — just to make sure most people ended up losing their money.
“You…” Marisa’s hands curled into tight fists. Her voice trembled with anger. “You planned this, didn’t you? Why? Who the hell are you? What do you have against Ethan and the others? Why go to such lengths p>
Marisa finally figured it out — this masked woman had been pulling the strings from the start. The moment Ethan and his friends were snatched by her, she already had a plan in motion.
No matter how this ended, the blame could easily be shifted back to Ethan and his friends, who had been painted as voluntary challengers. And with every face in that place hidden behind a mask, uncovering the identities of those behind this would be nearly impossible.
“This is where things get interesting.” Raegan didn’t bother responding to Marisa. Instead, her gaze stayed locked on the chaos unfolding in the arena.
To humiliate Maia properly, she had made sure Maia would have front-row seats to the carnage. She wanted Maia to watch — helplessly — as her brother Ethan was torn apart, limb by limb.
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Checking the time, Raegan flicked her wrist and noted the countdown. Ten minutes more, and Maia would walk in just as the cruelest scene unfolded. That thought alone pulled a grin from her lips. It wasn’t joy. It was satisfaction sharpened like a blade.
She’d had enough of Maia’s smug little smirks. What she truly craved was the moment that smugness cracked wide open.
That image alone would be worth every second of planning.
Across the arena, the announcer’s voice rang out, officially kicking off the challenge.
Without hesitation, Viper and the Reaper shared a knowing look — one that needed no words — before the Reaper lunged forward with brutal speed. From the stands, disappointed groans echoed as bets began to crumble. “Great. I backed the wrong one. I assumed Viper would strike first,” someone muttered.
Not knowing what else to do, Melanie ducked behind Ethan. Her entire body trembled, unprepared for the viciousness erupting in front of her.
In full panic, Baylor took off running. He slammed both fists against the iron gate, shouting wildly, “I don’t want to die! Open the door p>
By then, the Reaper had already closed the distance, charging like a beast let loose.
Although Ethan’s hands were shaking, he forced himself to stand tall.
The slums he grew up in didn’t offer much mercy. He’d taken beatings before, and he’d fought back each time he got into fights because he knew he couldn’t show weakness. He had to rely on himself, as help never came.