Chapter 412: Revenge!

Nora then said word by word, "During the surgery, Quentin woke up for a moment and said a few words."

Her gaze was a little straight.

The fingers were connected to the heart.

When she was bandaging Quentin's hand, he had woken up from the pain. When he opened his eyes, he did not even seem to know where he was.

However, after seeing Nora, his lips curled up. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but because of the injuries on his chest, he could not say anything.

However, Nora could read his lips.

He said, "Nora, they interrogated me about who Big Sister is, but I didn't say anything."

At that moment, Nora's heart clenched tightly!!

During the operation, she was actually thinking about it.

Benevolence Hall knew the Smiths' power. Actually, there was no need to fight the Smiths head-on in New York. If they wanted to win the martial arts competition, they only needed to break one of Quentin's legs or cripple him.

After the incident, if no one died and they still had dealings with each other, they could not go overboard.

But Quentin was too miserable.

She could almost imagine the person stepping on Quentin's finger and asking him, "Who is Big Sister? Are you going to tell me now?"

Quentin was still as arrogant as ever. He smirked and scolded the other party, "It's your grandmother!"

Crack…

His fingers shattered.

One inch at a time, one step at a time… Quentin had been abused for seven hours at night while she slept!!

His skin could never be repaired!

Nora closed her eyes.

She suddenly stood up and walked out.

When she passed by Joel, she felt like she had forgotten something. She seemed to have not read an important report this morning.

However, she could not care less now.

There was only one thought in her mind.

Revenge.

Blood for blood!!

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In the underground arena.

The staff member waited anxiously at the door and craned his neck to look out.

For some reason, no one from team Third in The World came tonight.

They had arranged for the competition to be pushed back hour by hour, but the other party had still not arrived yet.

He took out his phone and called the three of them one by one, but none of their calls went through.

Another staff member glanced at the three people sitting in the VIP dining area and could not help but ask, "Could it be that they don't dare to come?"

"No way."

The staff member answered firmly.

Big Brother was among the three of them. How could he not come?!

However, as soon as he said that, the person beside him called Antoine couldn't help but mock: "Tsk, it's almost 11 PM. Don't tell me team Third in The World has given up and doesn't dare to come?"

He spoke in a foreign language, but this person had brought along an English translator tonight. Every time he spoke, the translator would shout, causing the surrounding people to look at him angrily.

Victor lowered his eyes and smiled. "We were too fierce yesterday."

In between the lines, he was saying that team Third in The World had deserted the match at the last minute!

Everyone was furious as they looked at them and said, "What are you guys being so arrogant for? You'll be beaten like a dog in the water later!"

"That's right. Didn't you just win a few rounds? Do you have to be so arrogant?!"

Antoine replied, "Why isn't team Third in The World here then?"

These words made the people below begin to discuss.

"What's going on with team Third in The World?"

"Did something delay them?"

"Yesterday, Smithin even gave them the middle finger. It's impossible for him to not come with that arrogant attitude! Smithin has never been afraid of anyone since the competition began! Furthermore, he might not necessarily lose against them!"

"Is 028 afraid? Or is 820 afraid? What's going on?"

"…"

Amidst the discussions, Victor stood up. "It's already 11 PM. Today's competition is about to end. If they still haven't arrived, this should be considered a forfeit, right?"

Antoine smiled. "Of course! But that's meaningless. Isn't there anyone here who can fight?"

Victor narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Of course. Although we don't have team Third in The World, we still have Big Brother, right? The venue is hot tonight, and there are still so many people waiting here. Why don't we let Big Brother come out and compete?"

He did not say one-on-one.

This was because they definitely could not win in a one-on-one battle. But they were a team, and they were fighting in a team competition. Other than team Third in The World, they were not afraid of anyone!

The others immediately said, "Yes, get Big Brother out! Let Big Brother teach those three guys a lesson for not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Big Brother! Big Brother!"

Everyone shouted.

When the staff member heard this, he became even more anxious. Where was Big Brother? Big Brother was in team Third in The World!

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Big Brother isn't here tonight."

"Not here?"

Victor interrupted him. "Are you serious? He was just taking a photo with someone in the lounge. Big Brother didn't even participate in a competition this year. Could it be that he has become a mascot after not participating in a competition for a few years?"

The staff member: "!!"

Wasn't that fake the mascot? He was even a Fortune Cat!

But what should he say now?

As he was frowning, Victor suddenly changed the topic and looked at Linda in the crowd. "Big Brother is hiding and doesn't dare to come out. Why don't you come up and spar with us, Big Sister?"

Linda, who was pretending to be Big Sister: "…"

Last time, she had been pushed off the stage.

If she did not go on stage this time, Big Sister's name would probably be ruined by her.

Linda immediately shouted, "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm only a third-generation disciple of the Quinn School of Martial Arts, not Big Sister!"

The staff member: "…"

He was originally hoping for Big Sister to save the situation! But in the end, Big Sister was also a fake?!

What should he do now?

As he thought about this, Antoine sneered. "Tsk, Big Sister is fake. Big Brother is hiding in the lounge and not coming out. Is there anyone else in New York who can fight?"

Victor also stared at the time and slowly said, "Team Third in The World hasn't arrived yet. Can we just assume that they have admitted defeat?"

The staff member looked at the time and said stubbornly, "There are still two minutes."

Victor sneered. "Alright, you really won't cry until you see the coffin!"

The rest all stared at the door.

Everyone's chests were filled with anticipation and enthusiasm.

Team Third in The World…

Smithin, come quickly!

As time passed, the light in everyone's eyes gradually dimmed.

Were martial arts really useless?

"There's still half a minute!" Victor mocked. "Do you need me to count down for you?"

A hoarse female voice suddenly sounded from the door. "Countdown for your death?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads and saw a slender red-dressed girl slowly walk into the competition venue!