Chapter 245 Don't Worry About Me

Norah rose from the ground, brushing the earth off her trousers with a nonchalant air. Her gaze, colder than a winter's night, pierced Remy as she addressed him with a metaphorical jab, "You claimed to be the underground, boxing champion. Just a slight misstep and the so-called champion would have met his end right here."

Remy, trembling with both pain and realization, absorbed the impactful message. "Did you... Did you just spare me?"

Raising an eyebrow, Norah responded with a simple "Yeah."

She sauntered toward him, positioning herself directly above, and delivered a cryptic ultimatum, "Think of it as a return favor for a kindness you had extended in the past. But be wamed, if there's a next encounter, I won't hold back. Inform your boss that if he truly wants to deal with me, he should approach me and abandon these underhanded tactics. Otherwise, you know what will happen."

In the interim, the Sacredice people swiftly handled the four men from the Breaker, completing their tasks before vanishing from the scene like phantoms in the night.

Undoubtedly, the Sacredice's people possessed an inherent strength that bordered on the extraordinary.

As Remy grappled with the cryptic nature of Norah's words, he raised his eyes to witness her resolute departure. A distant recollection bubbled up from the recesses of his mind.

Many years ago, as Remy joumeyed through the scarred landscapes of the East Zone, bearing the marks of numerous boxing battles, he encountered a heart-wrenching scene. A little girl, begging in the frigid cold, quivered from the biting chill.

The girl clung tightly to her legs, yearning for a sliver of warmth, her cheeks adorned with

frost, and her entire body trembling in the cold embrace.

Bearing the trophy of his hard-fought boxing triumph, Remy, in a spontaneous act of generosity, decided to share a fragment of his victory spoils with the shivering girl.

Whether moved by a sense of pity for the girl or stirred by poignant reflections on his own desolate past, Remy chose to give the food that could have nourished him for an entire half- month.

Reflecting on this, Remy wondered whether Norah was that girl.

His face shifted to a stem expression as he grappled with her inexplicable maneuvers. Her movements were ethereal and unpredictable. She even foresaw his boxing pattems, rendering her a formidable enigma.

Had it not been for that benevolent deed in his past, he would now share the ground with his fellows.

Contemplating Norah's alluring visage and formidable skills, Remy's expression revealed a complex blend of emotions.

He labored for numerous years in the clandestine world of underground boxing, a relentless odyssey that ultimately led to his current state of glory, yet waves of pain caused by Norah crashed over him, prompting a bitter laugh to escape his lips. He vowed to etch the audacious Norah deep within his recollections.

Norah advanced, reaching the intersection ahead, resuming her contact with Sean.

"Norah, we're almost there. Wait for us at the hospital entrance. Just a few minutes. Sean's resonant voice echoed through the phone as the call connected.

"I'm at the intersection just up ahead. Be sure not to miss it."

A sense of unease gripped Sean, prompting him to straighten up. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you later."

In a brief three minutes, a sleek black sedan raced toward Norah, halting before her.

Before the car had fully stopped, the rear door swung open, and Sean hastened out. He grasped Norah's hand, conducting a thorough examination of her well-being. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

During the three-minute journey, Sean had swiftly reached out to the two men from the Sacredice who took charge of Norah's safety, gathering insights about the unfolding incident.

"The baldy is Remy, the reigning champion of the underground boxing ring. Did you cross paths with him? Any internal injuries?" Sean found it impossible to articulate the depth of his worry upon hearing the news, urging Phillip relentlessly to drive faster.

Norah gracefully raised her hands, twirling in front of Sean, a subtle smile gracing her radiant face. "Don't worry about me. Besides, you've arranged for the men from the Sacredice to protect me. No harm will come my way."

Tuming back to face Sean, she reached out, enveloping his slender waist and gazing up at him. "Darling, don't worry about me."

Norah selectively engaged in battles she was confident of winning. She never embarked on

endeavors she knew would end in defeat.

Cradling Norah's fragrant and supple form in his arms, Sean released a deep breath. In every

aspect, his girlfriend was flawless, yet just a tad too courageous for her own good.