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Another loud cheer from the crowd for the Asian fighter left Ghost almost writhing in his seat. The fight was growing more intense and impossible to watch. The Asian guy had just run through his sixth victim, leaving the man with a broken rib. He was carried off the ring by a stretcher. And now, the Asian fighter was being flaunted as the winner. That wouldn't be the case though if someone else challenged him.

Gritting his teeth, Ghost prayed that someone else stepped into the ring. He wasn't close to being a religious man or a firm believer in the power of the cosmos. But right now, he needed a supernatural intervention, 'cause it was humanly impossible to intervene.

He was in a tight spot. He could never whisk her away from these many eyes as easily as he did before. It would only get things messy.

"I guess we have a winner…" Don Carianno was wheezing from the outcome of the fight. He signaled with his fingers and the men around Ciara untied her.

Ghost had his unwavering gaze pinne