Chapter 632

The members of the Special Operations Division stood frozen in place.

It wasn't until Evelyn Ross's figure disappeared into the entrance of the martial arts arena that they snapped back to reality.

Ethan Valentine was the first to jump up. "Holy shit! First Senior Sister forced King back with a single move! One move decided the match! That was so damn cool! Absolutely epic!"

Cheers erupted instantly.

In this circle where martial prowess was revered, strength was the ultimate truth.

Whoever had the hardest fists was the boss.

Evelyn had completely conquered the entire Special Operations Division with just one move.

Grace Lorenz's eyes widened. "When did Evelyn learn martial arts? How did I not know anything about this?"

Jason Lawrence stood beside her and couldn't help asking, "You said her name was Grace before, and now it's Evelyn. Is she Grace Valentine, or your good friend Evelyn Ross?"

Grace immediately shut her mouth. "Both!"

Leo Wright and Marcus Wright exchanged a glance, both their eyes flashing with astonishment.

Marcus Wright slowly spoke. "This generation's First Senior Sister of the Cortez Sect is ruthless."

Leo Wright grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth.

Marcus Wright also smiled. "Good, very good! Our Special Operations Division finally has a powerful external ally!"

Leo Wright nodded. "We were worried before that this First Senior Sister had never shown her face, that she might be all show. After all, the Cortez Sect has been led by the First Senior Brother for so many years. The current Sect Leader took so long to accept an inner disciple, and in the end, it was a girl. Everyone was uncertain. After today, no one will dare question First Senior Sister's strength again!"

Marcus Wright looked at the International Division's head. "And no one will dare question our Special Operations Division's capabilities either!"

The International Division head's face stiffened.

Ethan Valentine laughed outright. "Wait, didn't I hear someone call us 'the sick men of East Asia' just now?"

The International Division head quickly waved his hands. "No, I didn't say that... Absolutely not."

"Is that so?"

"I heard it!"

Someone from Grace's side spoke up.

"I heard it too!"

Someone from Marcus Wright's side chimed in.

The two teams, previously alienated by the provocation, were united once more through this incident.

No matter how much they might dislike each other internally, they were comrades-in-arms, people who could trust each other with their backs.

Seeing them stand together, the International Division head knew his mission had failed.

He wiped cold sweat from his forehead. "We'll be leaving now."

Ethan Valentine hooked an arm around his shoulders. "Come on, I'll personally see you out!"

He applied pressure with his hand, and the International Division head winced in pain, sweat beading on his forehead.

Ethan Valentine feigned concern. "Oh, what's wrong? Sweating so much? Want to take off your coat and spar a bit to cool down?"

The International Division head swallowed hard. "N-no, that's not necessary. I'm not hot..."

"Ah, my mistake. Sparring doesn't cool you down, it heats you up. You're not hot? Then let's spar and warm you up a bit?"

"No, really, I have things to attend to..."

"What things? Weren't you here to pick up the prisoner, Nicole Sterling?"

"No, we don't need her anymore..."

Amidst the jeers of the crowd, the International Division head, bruised and battered from Ethan Valentine's grip, made a狼狈 retreat.

By the time he stumbled out the main gate of the Special Operations Division, he was almost in tears.

Wah...

Too brutal.

Everyone in there was terrifying.

God, he wanted to go home!

...

Evelyn paid no attention to the commotion outside.

Revealing her identity as First Senior Sister and winning this match—she didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

She entered the interrogation room.

Nicole Sterling looked at her excitedly, her face full of certainty. "You're here to let me go, right?"

She stood up and extended her hands. "Unlock the handcuffs... King is impressive, isn't he? How many of your Special Operations people did he take down?"

She laughed arrogantly, her eyes triumphant.

Evelyn watched her quietly, then suddenly curved her lips. "You're not leaving yet."

Nicole Sterling froze. "Why? Is your Special Operations Division going back on its word? Not admitting defeat after losing the match?"

The curve of Evelyn's lips deepened. "Because I won."

Those words made Nicole Sterling completely stiffen.

She stared in disbelief, her eyes wide. "What did you say?"

"I said, I won." Evelyn enunciated each word clearly. "Now, it's time for you to fulfill the bet. Tell me, where exactly is the Sterling Family?"