Chapter 95
Chapter 95
Russell watched Audrey's fair and tender hand that tightly gripped him with his eyes wide open.
Audrey still showed an innocent and harmless expression. However, Russell could feel that the small hand holding his hand was extremely powerful. He tried to move, but Audrey's hand held him so firmly that his fist was unable to move at all.
He was at 2nd Dan Black Belt in Taekwondo, but ... he was actually stopped by a little weak woman. He could not even move himself.
All the shareholders and executives below the stage were stunned when they saw this. They didn't expect Audrey to be able to catch Russell's fist.
Before this, some shareholders and executives even didn't dare to look for they felt sorry. Now everyone widened their eyes with an expressions of disbelief.
Elvis' face sank.
He thought that Russell was being gentleman and didn't use all his strength.
"Russell, this is a competition, not for fun. Don't joking around." Elvis reminded Russell on stage angrily.
Russell's back was covered in sweat.
He also wished what Elvis said was true, but Audrey had clenched his fist and he was unable to move.
Then Russell saw that Audrey was not guarding her legs. His eyes lit up and raised his leg to sweep towards Audrey.
However, Audrey seemed to have predicted his movements. She did not dodge, but used a little strength in her hand, turning and pulling Russell's fist hard.
With a muffled snort, Russell was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.
There was a burst of exclamation from below the stage.
Russell couldn't bear to be humiliated by Audrey and quickly got up. His fingers posited as hooks and quickly attacked Audrey.
Audrey calmly retreated as she waved her upper body to dodge Russell's fingers.
Just as Russell's fingers were about to poke into Audrey's eyes, the corner of Audrey's mouth curled into a cold smile and she kicked Russell in the chest.
Along with the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Russell's body landed heavily on the ground again. This time, Russell lay on the ground for several seconds before he could move.
The gazes of the shareholders and executives below the stage at Audrey were indescribable.
A woman was so ferocious that she kicked a male adult to the ground and couldn't get up for a few seconds.
When Russell was kicked to the ground, they all covered their chests, as if they were about to be hit on the chest.
Elvis' expression became even gloomier.
He couldn't believe what he saw. How could Audrey defeat Russell?
Elvis hurriedly rushed to the side of the stage and whispered to Russell, who had a hard time getting up, "I am telling you. You must defeat that little bitch today. Otherwise, you are humiliating me."
Russell looked at Audrey, who was still smiling and calmly standing there, and a trace of fear arose in his heart.
The woman in front of him seemed innocent and harmless, but the power erupted from her body was powerful. When he touched Audrey's hand, he felt a shocking gap between them.
He was no match for Audrey.
Russell looked at Elvis hesitantly.
"I'm afraid I can't. This woman is a bit strange and her skills are so good. I... "
Elvis glared at Russell hatefully, "Don't tell me that you can't. You're a Black Belt, and that woman only knows a few fighting moves. She is nothing. I don't care what method you use, you must defeat this woman. Otherwise, Peace City will have no place for your firm in the future."
Russell's body trembled slightly.
"How can you do this?"
"Why can't I? If you make me lose face, then the consequence is yours."
There was a trace of anger in Russell's eyes.
He turned to look at Audrey, his eyes burning with sinister intent.
It was all this woman's fault.
Russell's law firm was funded by Elvis, and the biggest shareholder of the law firm was Elvis. If Elvis did something, his firm would not be able to survive in the industry.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to defeat this woman.
Russell slowly stood up. Meantime, his hand touched his feet and he took out something from his feet. Then, he quickly attacked Audrey.
The moment Russell attacked Audrey, Ean saw a flash of light and subconsciously spoke.
"He has a weapon in his hand."
Audrey calmly dodged Russell's hand and easily dodged his attack, but Russell continued to attack at a quick speed. Even if Ean wanted to go on stage and stop him, it was too late.
Bryson naturally saw that light as well. He stood up with a dark face.
Elvis defended Russell, saying: "There is no rule against weapons."
Ean looked at Bryson worriedly, hoping that Bryson could stop the match.
Unexpectedly, Bryson did not stop the match. Instead, he ordered coldly, "The competition shall continue."
Ean was confused.
On the stage, Russell's moves were fierce, attacking towards the important parts of human body.
Facing Russell's attack, Audrey remained calm. When Russell hand almost scratched her arm, Audrey grabbed his wrist and used a little strength to turn Russell's wrist against him. The knife in Russell's hand cut his own left arm and blood dipped Russell's white shirt.
Russell looked at his injured left arm. His eyes were bloodshot as he continued to attack Audrey.
Audrey avoided Russell's attacks accurately every time.
Russell's eyes were already red, and every move of his was a killing move.
Elvis' eyes immediately turned red.
Since Bryson did not stop this match even though he knew that there was danger. Then the life of Audrey was not something Bryson could control.
Just as Audrey slipped accidently and leaned left, the knife in Russell's hand rushed straight towards Audrey's heart.
Elvis stared fixedly at Russell's blade.
As long as the dagger stabbed into Audrey's heart, the match would be over.
However, Audrey's body suddenly turned right and she grabbed Russell's hand. The blade turned and cut Russell's wrist.
Along with a miserable scream, Russell held his wrist and blood was spilled on the platform.
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"Mr. Russell, are you okay?"
Russell gripped his wrist in pain, "My hand! My hand!"
Following Russell's words, the knife in his hand that cut the tendons of his own hand slid down from his palm to the ground.