Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459 Let’s Finish What We Started Today

Fox-Mask’s eyes widened under his mask. At last, the fear of death could be seen in them.

Elise’s hand suddenly stopped as she was about to pluck his mask off. A man who was afraid of dying was not worthy of being her opponent.

“However,” Elise said as she slowly stood up and looked down at him. “A single needle is not enough punishment for someone who hurt my man.”

As she spoke, she pulled out all the silver needles that she had been hiding on her person. Then, she jabbed the needles all over the man’s body in front of the audience. Once the last needle was in place, Elise clapped. “From now on, the spots where the needles are will ache unimaginably whenever the weather takes a turn for the worse. You won’t be able to sleep from the pain. Don’t think about forcing those needles out; if you try, the pain will be ten times worse than if I had just jabbed the needles into your bones.”

“You made my man suffer a moment of pain. I’m going to make you suffer a lifetime’s worth of pain. Treating others the way you want to be treated is a fair way to live, isn’t it?” Elise raised an eyebrow as she said casually.

Fox-Mask didn’t answer her; he had no words. Rebutting would only bring an even more frightening punishment.

Elise thought for a moment before she decided to still take the man’s mask off. Just as she was about to reach out, one of Bryce’s men suddenly came forward to speak to her earnestly. “Miss Sinclair, please have mercy. This man is the star of our arena. If he dies, I’m going to have a hard time explaining his death to Master Bryce.”

“He’s one of yours?” Elise turned, her gaze harsh as she narrowed her eyes at the underling, as though she was trying to burn a hole through him.

“Yes.”

Elise chuckled coldly and withdrew her hand. “Nice. You’re one of Bryce’s men. Very nice!”

Then, the referee rang the bell.

Elise stood in the ring, the previous reigning champion of the arena lying next to her. At this, no one else dared to challenge her.

Even so, Bryce’s subordinate still had to ask Bryce for permission before he brought over the sole sprig of dragonmoon grass that the black market had. He handed it over to Elise.

“My apologies, Miss Sinclair. It’s our responsibility to protect the dragonmoon grass and keep it from being taken away by outsiders. It wasn’t our intention to hurt your fiancé. I’ve already ordered someone to bring him the antidote. Please, you’re an honorable person. Please don’t tell Master Bryce about this incident. Spare us.” As the subordinate spoke, he pressed the dragonmoon grass into Elise’s hand.

Now that she had the dragonmoon grass, Elise brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. Once she had confirmed that it was the genuine article through its smell, she turned to look at the subordinate again. “I prefer proper compensation over apologies. I’m sure you know what I want.”

“As long as it’s something that I have, I will certainly hand it over if you say the word. However, not even Master Bryce has any solaria flowers, let alone me. I may oversee the black market, but I can’t give you something that never reaches it, can I?” The subordinate had a pained look on his face, his tone indicating his plea.

“If that’s the case, let’s finish what we started today.”

Elise’s expression chilled. She lifted her leg and kicked the subordinate. He flew several feet away and crashed into the stone steps leading into the spectators’ stands. When he hit the ground, he hacked up a mouthful of blood.

As the overseer of the black market, Bryce’s subordinate was not only its leader; he had also built many advantageous relationships with others, and he was on good terms with many other people operating within the black market. So when the spectators saw that he was injured, practically everyone stood up and looked at Elise, ready to fight her.

“Stop! Don’t do anything! This is a personal matter between me and Miss Sinclair! She has already shown me mercy! Or I would have died by now!”

With that, he coughed a few more times. His spit was streaked with blood. Despite all the blood, he was still courteous and respectful toward Elise. “I cannot thank you enough for your benevolence and allowing me to keep my life, Miss Sinclair,” he said while bowing.

“You’re a smart man.” Elise didn’t so much as look at him. “Bryce made the right choice when he handed the black market over to you to manage.”

“You flatter me, Miss Sinclair.” Feebly, the subordinate lowered his head. He didn’t dare to say anything deeper than that.