Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 883

Beneath the mask, the man widened his eyes in horror, revealing his fear of death.

Seeing this, Helen stopped reaching out to take off his mask. A person who was terrified of death was still not worthy of being her opponent.

She slowly rose and looked at him condescendingly, "However, you hurt my man, and I can't let you go by just stabbing you with a needle."

Then, she took out all the needles hidden on her and inserted them one by one into his various body parts in front of the spectators below the stage.

After inserting the last needle, she dusted off her hands and said in a relaxed manner, "In the future, whenever the weather is like today, your body parts pierced with the needles will be so painful that you won't be able to sleep.

"Don't ever think of forcing the needles out, as it will hurt ten times more than having them embedded in your flesh.

"You made my man hurt for a while, and I caused you pain for the rest of your life. Seems fair, right?" Helen arched an eyebrow.

The man remained silent; he had nothing to say. Retorting would only bring more horrible punishment.

After pondering for a while, Helen still decided to take off the man's mask. Just as she was about to reach out, Jim suddenly came from below the stage and said earnestly,

"Have some mercy, Ms. Spencer. He is the star of our battle arena. I can't explain it to Mr. Flores if he dies."

"He's your man?" Helen glanced sideways with narrowed eyes. Her gaze was piercing, as if she could see through him.

Jim frowned and admitted reluctantly, "Yes."

With a sneer, Helen withdrew her hand and made an unclear remark. "Oh well, he's Mike's man. Very well!"

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Jim didn't refute and turned to signal the referee to ring the bell.

Helen stood on the stage; next to her was the ever-winning champion of this battle arena. No one dared to go up to challenge her again.

Jim hurriedly held onto the wall and rose to his feet. As he staggered back, he explained aloud, "Stop right there! Don't move!

"This is my personal matter with Ms. Spencer. I would have been dead by now if she hadn't shown any mercy." As he spoke, he coughed a few times and spat out blood.

Even so, he still showed Helen courtesy and bowed to her. "Thank you for sparing me, Ms. Spencer."

"You're indeed wise." Helen didn't even look up. "Mike is perceptive enough to have let you manage the black market."

"You're flattering me, Ms. Spencer." Lowering his head feebly, Jim was careful with his words.

Helen nodded slightly before turning to head toward the grandstand and help Chandler up. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine. I just feel a little weak," Chandler replied.