The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 756: Champ

Silence stretched across the arena as everyone stared wide-eyed. Even the referee and the people around the ring stood frozen, gaping at the cage.

For a second, no one could process what had just happened. They could only stare at the massive fighter lying motionless in the center of the cage. Meanwhile, his opponent — Chuck — sat on the big man’s back, panting.

"Hah..." Chuck breathed heavily, his forearm resting on his thighs. Blood seeped from his split brow. His nose was busted from a punch, though not broken. His mouth bled too, but the pain felt distant, numbed by adrenaline.

When he finally rose to his feet, he looked around the arena before raising his fist.

For a heartbeat, no one reacted.

Then the place erupted.

The roar that followed was the loudest of the night. Even those who had lost their bets shouted in excitement, entertained by the brutal fight. The few who had gambled on Chuck against all odds punched the air in triumph.

None of them could believe what they had just witnessed.

For most of the match, Chuck had been getting thrashed. In terms of size and raw strength, his opponent had every advantage. But all it took was one perfectly timed kick, and the giant went down.

Chuck laughed and spat blood to the side, glancing at the unconscious man.

"I hate to admit it," he muttered to himself, "but you’re all size and steroids. Nothing like that damn Baby, who takes hits just because he can. That guy actually knows his weak points."

Because no matter how big someone was, there was always a vital spot. Chuck had simply waited for the right opening before delivering the blow he’d been saving to win the match.

He looked back at the roaring crowd, huffed, and rested his hands on his hips.

"I just hope those guys are done," he muttered. "I bought them as much time as I could."

Chuck raised his fist again to hype the already frenzied audience before the referee and the opposing team swarmed the cage. As they carried the unconscious fighter away, Chuck was guided toward the exit.

But his mind wasn’t on the victory.

He was thinking about the others: Haji and Scarlet. As it turned out, he didn’t have to wonder for long.

The moment he stepped out of the arena, a hand grabbed his shoulder and dragged him.

"We have to go."

Chuck whipped around, eyes widening when he saw Haji. "Hey, what the—"

"We don’t have time," Haji cut in. "I’ll explain later. Let’s move."

Chuck opened and closed his mouth, stunned. A moment to breathe would’ve been nice. He had just defeated an undefeated champion.

"What about the prize?"

"Forget the prize!" Haji hissed. "We already got Yuri."

That didn’t exactly make Chuck feel better. If anything, it felt like he’d fought for nothing.

All that brief glory... gone.

What a life.

Once they exited the underground venue, Chuck was shoved into a van.

"Ah!" he winced as Haji climbed in after him. "Can’t you see I just—"

He froze when he realized they weren’t alone. Inside the van sat Scarlet, Yuri, and... Vito.

All three stared at him.

Then Vito grinned and leaned forward, offering a fist bump.

"Good fight. Solid win!" Vito said cheerfully. "So... how about another round? For me? I’ll pay you to fight again."

Chuck scoffed, glancing from Vito to Yuri, then to Scarlet, and finally to Haji.

"This doesn’t look like you needed extra time," he blurted. "Why do these two look like they’re about to go on an out-of-town trip?"

Vito’s grin widened. "Because we are, champ."

*****

[Present Time: Order]

THUD!

Lola dragged a man out of the secret passage and tossed him aside. Blood covered her from head to toe. Even wiping her cheek with the back of her hand barely helped.

Just as she suspected, someone had discovered the hidden exit. They were inside the tunnel when she returned.

Of course, she dealt with them savagely.

Turning to the shelf, she pulled it shut, sealing the passage. Then she grabbed scattered clothes from the floor and tossed them into the closet, hanging a few pieces to conceal the lever embedded in the wall she had punched open earlier.

"Damn it," she muttered, rolling her sore shoulder.

When she stepped back toward the door, it was already ajar. She peeked out and found no one.

This group likely didn’t expect her to return through the same tunnel. They probably thought the men sent after her and her children were enough.

Unlucky for them, that hadn’t been her plan.

"Kiara," she whispered to herself.

She slipped out, crouching low and listening carefully. The alarm was still blaring, gunfire echoing faintly from different directions.

Lola made her way to Kiara’s bedroom, but it was empty. She rushed inside, scanning for signs of a struggle.

"It looks like she escaped before anyone found her," Lola murmured, noticing the curtain fluttering from a slightly open window.

Relief flickered in her eyes before she turned toward the adjacent wing — toward Henrik’s son’s room.

That one was empty too.

But the displaced furniture told a different story. That child couldn’t have moved something that heavy.

"Henrik," she whispered grimly. And without hesitation, she was ready to move to where Henrik was.

She stepped into the hallway, only to catch a spark in the corner of her eye. She jumped back just as bullets tore into the carpet where she’d been standing. Smoke rose as rounds peppered the floor and walls.

The gunfire continued, forcing her behind furniture for cover.

"Damn it!" she breathed out. "That’s close."

While her attacker wasted ammunition, Lola scanned the room for anything useful. Her eyes landed on a small hand mirror on the bed.

She grabbed it and slid back into position, carefully extending the mirror past the doorway to check her pursuers.

"One... two..." she counted under her breath before pulling it back.

Two of them.

She waited until their shadows stretched toward the doorway. When they were close, they slowed down and advanced cautiously.

Then they saw movement and instinctively fired — at the mirror. That single second of distraction was all Lola needed.

BANG! BANG!

From the floor, she leaned out and fired clean shots. Both men collapsed, their bodies slamming against the ground, smoke rising faintly from fresh wounds.

"Hah..." Lola exhaled, pushing herself upright.

She approached the bodies and collected their spare magazines before moving on. So far, she hadn’t encountered any members of the Order, only wave after wave of enemies. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Once she took down the last attacker without hesitation, she looted him quickly. But the moment she straightened, she froze.

Click.

The sound came from behind her. Her rifle was empty, and she needed to reload. This was a bad timing — a horrible one.

"Don’t shoot," she said calmly, raising her hands. One still held the rifle; the other clutched a spare magazine. "Don’t shoot."

Slowly, she turned around, only for her eyes to widen in shock.

"Florida?"