Chapter 515

Chapter 515:

Ashton chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, now you care about the law? Funny how that works. Do you even remember all the times you’ve done whatever you pleased? Why choose to act righteous now?”

Jacoby felt a lump in his throat, unable to find a response. Instead, he spun around, ready to make a run for it. But Ashton was faster. His hand shot out, clamping down on Jacoby’s shoulder with a vice-like grip.

“Too late for that,” Ashton hissed, his words smooth and sinister, like a serpent’s whisper. “Not getting away this time. Today, you’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.”

Jacoby’s first instinct was to yank Ashton’s hand away, but it was like trying to pry loose a steel trap.

His heart raced as panic set in. Desperately, he shouted out to the only person who might help, the organizer of the illegal boxing matches. “Mr. Moore! Help! Someone’s after me!”

Upon hearing that someone was stirring trouble at his venue, a young man, distinguished by his one-eyed gaze and seated prominently at the forefront of the…

boxing ring, quickly stood and turned. With a swift motion, he hopped over to the booth where Ashton was located.

Identified as Callan Moore, he surveyed Ashton with a measure of decorum yet an unmistakable assertiveness. He began, “Sir, your approach to resolving whatever disagreement you have by openly targeting my guest in my own venue is rather audacious, don’t you agree?”

Ashton, unfazed, offered a mild smile and a steady voice. “Apologies, it appears we’ve yet to meet. Should I choose to continue with my course of action today, what advice would you offer?”

Taken aback by Ashton’s blatant disregard, Callan let out a sharp clap and emitted a series of mocking laughs. His once composed expression morphed into one of contempt. “Toby and Bain, let’s pause the current entertainment. We have an even more intriguing event unfolding before us.”

Callan snapped his fingers crisply, and the staff nearby acted with haste. They unlocked the iron cage enclosing the boxing ring and made way swiftly.

The two boxers, who had been engaged in a heated duel, suddenly halted as if snapping out of a trance. They extricated themselves from the ring with agility and advanced toward Ashton, each step measured and deliberate.

With a haughty air, Callan announced, “Since you’ve shown such disregard, perhaps it’s time I taught you a lesson.”

At first, the two boxers, Toby Martel and Bain Lopez, seemed to harbor a deep grudge against each other in the ring. However, as they moved through the crowd, they swaggered, their chests puffing up, and they approached Ashton with menacing grins. Both men looked at Ashton from head to toe, their faces twisting into looks of contempt simultaneously.

Despite his good looks, Ashton’s tall and lean stature didn’t seem to pose much of a threat.

How did he muster the audacity to stir up trouble in their underground boxing club?

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