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Chapter 14 - The Underground Crowd Falls Silent As Ezra Hits Canvas

Pavl Gorski dropped his clipboard, his mouth hanging open as he stared at his invincible boss lying flat on his back.

The surrounding syndicate members stood frozen in their tracks, unable to process the impossible sight before their eyes.

The quiet cellist from the 42nd-floor charity gala had just dismantled the most feared crime boss in Toronto in under two rounds.

Nessa lowered her hands, stepping back to the neutral corner and resting her forearms casually on the top rope.

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“Two rounds,” Nessa called out across the silent canvas, her voice cutting cleanly through the heavy air.

Ezra rolled onto his side, coughing violently as color slowly returned to his pale face.

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