Chapter 184 The Price of Defeat

“A trash like you? You can only win at silly games. If this were a real fight, you’d probably have gotten yourself killed a hundred times by now.”

Tilda couldn’t help but laugh at Howard.

These days, it seemed like even the WWE championship didn’t mean much.

If someone like Howard could win the belt, then it wasn’t much to brag about.

Howard was so angry, he nearly cracked his own teeth at Tilda’s humiliation. But he couldn’t argue—because Tilda was right.

Every word stung with truth.

Despite Howard being careful when he approached Tilda and staying alert, he still got caught off guard.

Even though Tilda might attack without warning, Howard was still quick enough to react. He was sure he could dodge her strike.

But he still got hit by Tilda, ending up completely humiliated.

Desperately, Howard tried to come up with excuses.

Anything to comfort what little pride he had left.

If only they were in the ring. If only he weren’t hurt. If only the fight had been on his terms, Howard was sure he could’ve beaten Tilda.

He came up with all sorts of excuses to comfort himself. Howard just couldn’t accept that he lost, and lost so badly, to his little sister. He lost to the one he looked down on the most, crushed with such a devastating defeat.

The difference in strength between them was so wide that it felt impossible to close.

Tilda walked away, not bothering with that trash.

She would’ve left Howard alone if he hadn’t kept calling himself her brother. That made her sick.

Why bother wasting her time on trash like him? There were so many better things to do in Hetsa—like sightseeing, strolling down the food street, sipping milk tea, and waiting for a message from Kaleb.

After all, hang around trash long enough, and you’ll start to stink too.

As Tilda left, Howard could only watch her go. He clenched his fists, slowly got up, and made up his mind: when he recovered, he’d challenge Tilda again—fair and square. No more excuses. If he lost, so be it, but he wanted to be fully prepared and give his best shot.

Just then, a piercing scream echoed through the alley.

It was Rebecca.

Howard’s heart tightened. He forgot about his injuries and rushed toward the noise.

“Rebecca, where are you?”

After searching, Howard found Rebecca leaning against a wall. Her face twisted in pain.

Around her, people were sprawled out—some barely conscious.

Vania was there: she was stripped bare.

Howard didn’t ask what happened. He hurried to Rebecca’s side. “Rebecca, are you okay? Was this Tilda’s doing?”

The moment he said Tilda’s name, Rebecca trembled all over, like a mouse who’d just seen a cat. “Howard, please don’t mention Tilda. I don’t want to hear that name ever again.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t. Geez, your wound is pretty bad. I’ll get you to a hospital right now.”

“Thank you, Howard. Please, just get me out of here.”

Howard glanced at the thugs passed out on the ground. “What about them?”

“Forget them. I barely know those people,” Rebecca said, brushing them off.

She and Vania were never real friends anyway.

And just a while ago, Vania tried to push Rebecca to fight Tilda, while she herself tried to run away.

With Rebecca’s temper, if she didn’t kick Vania while she was down, that was already a big favor.

Anyway, Tilda had recorded everything. Vania’s life was probably ruined after this.

Howard couldn’t carry everyone out, so he helped Rebecca to her feet and led her away.

Once they made it out of the alley, Rebecca asked, “Howard, how did you track me down?”

“I went to the location you sent me. You weren’t there, so I asked the staff and checked the security cameras and saw you heading this way.”

Howard could already guess most of what had happened.

Rebecca and her friends must’ve run into Tilda and tried to get the video from her.

But with Tilda’s skills, it was easy to spot someone following her and lure them into a trap—just so she could turn the tables.

Howard was just about to call a cab to take Rebecca to the hospital when her phone rang.

“It’s my mom.”

Rebecca bit her lip.

Tilda had promised she wouldn’t leak the embarrassing video of Rebecca crawling on the ground and barking like a dog. Still, Rebecca’s heart was pounding in fear.

She answered the call and put on her best fake smile, like nothing had happened.

“Mom-”

“Rebecca! What had you done? Why is there a video of you crawling on the ground and licking someone’s shoes like a dog?!”

Hearing Daphne’s frantic voice, Rebecca felt like she’d been struck by lightning.

She was petrified.

“That… that can’t be… Mom, you must be kidding, right?”

“Do you think I’d joke about something like this? Someone sent me a video of you doing that! My god! What on earth did you do in Hetsa?!”