"What I know is that underground boxing matches require fighters to sign a life-and-death contract. Involved in the matters of life and death, and the clause that demands the death of the opponent in each match constitutes a crime, it's indeed illegal..."
Fiona Schmidt expressed her opinion, hoping he would be more rational.
As soon as she finished her words, the man turned his head, his light blue eyes quietly gazed at her, flickering with a myriad of unspoken words.
Fiona felt uneasy under his gaze, lightly averted her eyes, and changed the topic, "It's getting late now, did you come to school for something, or..."
"I came here specifically for you!" The man straightened up, facing her again, his eyes becoming deeper, stepping forward.
As he approached, when the distance between them shortened to about two meters, Fiona could finally smell a strong scent of alcohol, growing more noticeable as he got closer.
