Chapter 650

“The champion of this bout is—Jackie! Victory and prize money are his!”

The host’s shrill cry still rang out as Oliver and V had already hauled Jackie up onto the ropes, each lifting one of his arms. Under the spotlights, sweat rolled down the tense ridges of his biceps.

He nodded toward the roaring crowd, that grin of his flickering in the mall’s strobelike lighting—until his gaze fixed on the corner of the ring. Razor Hughes was propping himself up with an elbow, his shattered jaw twisted like misaligned gears, but his bloodshot eyes still burned like quenched steel.