Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 881

Jim turned to the masked man and asked, "So, what are your thoughts?"

Even after Mike briefed Jim on Helen's background, Jim was wise enough not to disregard the arena's rules simply because of her status.

Although Jim appeared to seek clarification, he secretly hoped the masked man would agree. Helen's bold challenge to Mike had left Jim wary of defying her.

He feared that refusing her could disrupt not just the arena but also the entire black market.

The fox mask covered only the upper half of the masked man's face.

Under the scrutiny of everyone present, he smiled faintly before stating, "Let's go with their request. I have no issue fighting against two. The outcome will be the same—either one of them dies, or both."

His provocative statement stirred the audience. They began banging tables and stomping chairs, nearly unanimous in their support for the masked man.

Meanwhile, Helen paid no attention to the uproar around her. She turned to assist Chandler, discreetly checking his pulse on his wrist.

After confirming his pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Thankfully, it's not a deadly poison. It can be treated easily."

"Sorry for making you look bad," Chandler quipped.

Helen smiled and shook her head. "Thanks for taking the hit for me."

If Chandler hadn't intervened, Helen knew she would likely have been incapacitated by now.

While Chandler understood Helen's gratitude, a bitter smile tugged at his lips. He wished he could have held out longer for her.

Just then, Jenson and Ambrose hurried over. Helen entrusted Chandler to them and instructed, "Wait for me offstage."

"Hey, have you finished cozying up?" the masked man impatiently quipped, arms folded across his chest.

Helen shot a cold glance behind her before giving Chandler a reassuring pat on the hand, watching as Jenson and Ambrose escorted him away.

Suddenly, Helen felt a gust of wind. Narrowing her eyes, she saw the fox mask looming before her.

She remembered how the masked man had deliberately held back during his fight with Chandler. It seemed he had been saving his strength, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver a decisive blow.

Nonetheless, Helen was determined to unravel the full extent of the masked man's abilities.

Before long, the stage turned into a game of cat and mouse.

The masked man moved with the grace and agility of a cat, executing swift and powerful maneuvers that showcased his training.

In contrast, Helen embodied the nimbleness of a mouse, her petite frame darting like the wind.

It became a relentless exchange of pursuit and evasion, their movements resembling a rapid sequence of snapshots. One moment, they were here; in the next blink, they had shifted positions three or four times.

Below, the spectators were captivated, feeling more anxious than if they were in the arena themselves.