Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 143

Having a group of burly soldiers get taken down one by one by a young woman was a serious blow to their collective ego.

Commander Reed grabbed one of his subordinates and whispered urgently, “Go find Mr. Thompson. Tell him to get over here and save us from this embarrassment.”

“Mr. Thompson’s too busy for this nonsense. Besides, we’ve got plenty more guys who haven’t gone up yet. We might not lose.”

“Both Victor and I lost. You guys going up there would just be feeding her another win,” Commander Reed said with a sigh.

“She’s just one girl. If we take turns, we can wear her out…” Before he could finish, Commander Reed smacked him on the back of the head.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, don’t you? A whole platoon of grown men taking turns against one young woman? Do you want our entire military district to become a laughingstock?”

Commander Reed finished his tirade with a kick to the private’s rear.

The soldier dodged and scrambled away to find reinforcements.

On stage, Yvonne had just won another match. She hadn’t had a good, satisfying fight in ages and was feeling more energized with each opponent.

“Who’s next?” she asked, an eyebrow arched. She shone like a little sun, radiating confidence.

Just as the words left her lips, a man in a crisp military uniform was suddenly standing before her.

His features were sharp, his dark eyes as still and deep as a bottomless well.

Yvonne froze, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion as she stared at Bennett, who had appeared out of nowhere. Her heart gave a painful, involuntary squeeze.

“We meet again,” Bennett said, his voice flat.

“Yeah, what a coincidence,” she replied, forcing a smile that took all her effort.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked, cutting straight to the point without any small talk.

“Your choice,” Yvonne said, her confidence unwavering.

“Go, Yvonne!”

“You got this!”

“Mr. Thompson is a beast!”

For a while, they were locked in a stalemate. But in any prolonged fight, men have a natural advantage in stamina and endurance. Yvonne soon began to tire, her breathing growing heavier.

“Shouldn’t Mr. Thompson have won by now? Why is it still going?” Captain Lee whispered to Commander Reed.

The amateurs saw a spectacle, but the experts saw the truth. They knew Bennett’s capabilities. The girl’s energy was clearly spent, yet Bennett seemed to be toying with her, drawing out the fight.

“He’s probably worried she’ll cry if she loses too quickly,” Commander Reed replied.

He kept his eyes on the stage. This was supposed to be a sparring match, but there was an odd, lingering tension between them. He shook his head, telling himself he was just imagining things.