Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1632

And so, Cheryl, Nathan, and Kylie made their entrance into the arena, along with the bureaucrats who were in Cheryl's clique.

Hagen also swaggered in with his female companion and his team of thugs.

At the center of the arena, there was a boxing ring enclosed by an octagonal cage.

A whopping two thousand people encircled the boxing ring, screaming and shouting in excitement.

Raising an eyebrow, Nathan did some quick mental sums and concluded that the tickets would bring in revenue about a million in total.

The boxers there were the top dogs of the underground boxing world of Eurasia, and some

were literal world-class athletes.

While there were no seats for the spectators, including Nathan and Cheryl, the spot nearest to the boxing ring had been reserved for them so that they could watch the match up close.

Hagen and his gang stood on the opposite end of the boxing ring from them.

At such a distance from the boxing ring, one would not only be able to see how gruesome and bloody the fights were, but also hear the sound of the punches being thrown and the cracking sound of bones breaking.

As the crowd's cheering reached a fever pitch, the owner of the arena, a chubby man with a shaved head, hopped into the boxing ring with a microphone in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen. Our match tonight will be a battle between the boxers hand-picked by Ms. Stewart and Mr.

Hagen! First up, let us cheer for Ms. Stewart's fighter, the Volkian boxing champion, Warhound!” He yelled.

As soon as he finished those words, the crowd turned absolutely hysterical.

Amidst the shrill howling and squealing in the air, a dark-skinned, Volkian boxer with a towering stature and sharp eyes sauntered into the boxing ring along with his team.

Cheryl spoke softly, “Nathan, this is the boxer I found, Warhound. What do you think of him?”

Nathan smiled and said, “Looks pretty good. He seems like an experienced fighter.”

Cheryl's expression turned grim.

In Nathan's analysis, he called Warhound a good fighter, while Ghoul was called a vicious killer.

So who's the stronger one?

Before she could question Nathan further on that matter, the arena owner began announcing the start of the match.

“Our two boxers are in position. The match shall begin in three, two, one. Start!”

Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell sounded, and the match began.

Warhound immediately got into his fighting stance.

However, Ghoul simply smiled at him creepily. “Hah... That bell signifies the start of this match and also your death. I now pronounce you... dead!” He growled.