17 parts Complete Singapore's underground pulsed with heat and noise, a warehouse alive with sweat and neon. The cage stood at its heart, rusted bars glowing under flickering lights. The crowd roared, hungry for blood, their shouts shaking the concrete walls. This was a place for fighters, not dreamers.
Becky tightened her wraps, her knuckles bruised but steady. She wasn't here for fame. Every punch was for Jamie, her brother, fading in a hospital bed. His weak smile drove her, the tournament's prize money his only hope. She stepped toward the cage, fists ready, heart pounding.
In the shadows, Freen watched. Her eyes were sharp, her mission sharper. Khun Tan, the warlord behind the tournament, had to die-her agency's orders were cold and clear. But as she scanned the crowd, her gaze caught Becky, fierce and unbroken in the cage's glow. A spark flared in Freen, one she couldn't ignore.The bell screamed, and the crowd erupted.
Becky faced her opponent, her swings raw and relentless. Freen moved closer to Tan's box, her hand on a hidden blade, but her eyes drifted back to Becky, to the fire in her fight.
Two worlds were about to crash-Becky's battle for love, Freen's dance with death. They didn't know each other yet, or the secrets that would bind them. Beyond the cage, a warlord's empire waited, a terrorist plot simmered, and a spark burned, ready to ignite. The fight was just beginning.
