Chapter 331: Chapter 317: She Is One of the S-Level Mercenaries, The Silver Wolf

"Rose’s" fame in the boxing ring grew and grew.

This seemingly ordinary girl’s movements were always clean and efficient, felling her opponents with a single punch and attracting a large following.

However, the boxing ring only scheduled her for one match a week. Tickets were five times the price of other matches, but the venue was still packed to capacity every time, and the owner was making an absolute killing.

The betting odds on her fights had plummeted from 10-to-1 to 0.2-to-1.

"Rose, this is the money you’ve earned."

The boxing ring owner placed a bag of cash in front of Aurora Sinclair, his face a fawning mask.

Aurora Sinclair nodded, picked up the bag, and prepared to go out shopping.

"Should I have someone help you carry your things?" the boxing ring owner asked with a smile.

Aurora Sinclair was his cash cow now, so naturally, he had to treat her well and make sure she didn’t run off.

Aurora Sinclair glanced at him and nodded again.

Here, the boxing ring’s influence spread across the entire Continent of Southeland, having clearly become a massive industry.

Once you entered the boxing ring’s world, no one could escape unless they earned enough money to buy their freedom or placed in the top three of the Continent of Southeland’s freestyle fighting tournament.

***

Aurora Sinclair went to the medical clinic as usual to have the old Martial Healer treat her internal injuries.

But as soon as she reached the door, Aurora Sinclair’s gaze turned cold. The old Martial Healer inside had been replaced.

She walked in without a change in expression and, just like always, went to the treatment room and lay down.

The new Martial Healer walked over with a medicine kit and began applying ointment.

This time, the medicine was surprisingly much more potent than before.

During the treatment, the Martial Healer took the opportunity to slip her a small, wadded-up piece of paper, giving her a quick wink.

Aurora Sinclair gave him a calm look but said nothing.

After her treatment, she pointed at the man in the clinic and bluntly told the boxing ring’s men outside, "There’s a problem with this guy."

She even showed the wadded-up paper he had given her to the boxing ring’s men.

[Will rescue you tomorrow. —Morgan]

The men from the boxing ring didn’t recognize the Veridian characters, but their intuition told them the note was trouble, so they rushed into the clinic and seized the man.

Aurora Sinclair glanced back calmly, then turned and walked back toward the boxing ring.

’Morgan would never harm an innocent. Did they really think she couldn’t smell the blood in the clinic?’

In a lavish room, the boxing ring owner was bowed over, holding the note Aurora Sinclair had received above his head with both hands as he presented it to the man before him.

"Sir, this is what Rose gave us."

A hint of suspicion appeared in Dees’s eyes. He opened the note, glanced at it casually, and asked nonchalantly, "Did she do anything else after she returned?"

"No, she’s been resting in her room the whole time."

"Bring me the videos of her matches..."

In the video, the girl wore a cloak that obscured her face. After entering the ring, her attacks were devoid of any flashy moves; she always felled her opponents in a single blow, making it impossible to identify her Fist Technique.

’Could it be that she really isn’t the person they’re looking for?’

Dees pondered for a moment, then gestured for the boxing ring owner to come closer and listen.

***

The number of people monitoring Aurora Sinclair gradually decreased.

It seemed everyone had let their guard down around her.

But she continued her unwavering daily routine, moving between the new clinic and the boxing ring.

Until one day, she suddenly vanished. No one knew how she left; it was as if she had disappeared into thin air.

The boxing ring owner knelt on the marble floor, which reflected the figures like a mirror, and looked fearfully at the man on the sofa.

"Lord Dees, she’s gone... She shook off all our lookouts..."

Following Dees’s orders, he had reduced the number of overt surveillance personnel, but he never expected "Rose" to be so strong that she knocked out every single one of his covert agents. Now, they had completely lost her trail.

The boxing ring owner nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead and cautiously looked up.

But Dees wasn’t angry. He just replied nonchalantly, "Forget about her. Focus all efforts on investigating the coastal areas for a Veridian girl skilled in martial arts."

His gaze remained fixed on a white slip of paper on the desk, a trace of reverence in his eyes.

It had mysteriously appeared in his bedroom last night. On it was a drawing of a majestic wolf’s head, along with a single line of text:

[Apologies for the trouble these past few days.]

’So she’s one of the S-level mercenaries... The Silver Wolf.’

***

「A few days later—」

In a quiet, remote town, a car on its last legs drove into a dilapidated courtyard.

With a CREAK, the car door fell off.

Aurora Sinclair stepped out, carrying a small case she had bought, and glanced at the door on the ground with a hint of annoyance.

It hadn’t cost much, but the car had been with her for several days.

In the courtyard stood a two-story building that looked utterly derelict from the outside, the colorful paint on its walls almost completely peeled away.

This was an antique shop that specialized in collecting unwanted old items, primarily calligraphy, paintings, and old books.