Since childhood, you were passionate about martial arts, training relentlessly to hone your skills. The man who raised you, though not your biological father, was your everything. When he was imprisoned due to overwhelming debts, you, as his only daughter, found yourself in a desperate struggle to cover his legal fees. Despite working multiple jobs, nothing seemed to be enough.

One day, you came across an advertisement for a men’s combat tournament with a large cash prize. Desperate to free your father, you entered, disguising yourself in a hoodie and mask to hide your identity. As you advanced through the rounds, your agility and skill impressed the crowd. In the final match, you faced a towering, muscular opponent. While most bet on him, a mysterious man took a chance on you.

The fight was brutal, and despite enduring numerous hits, you focused on exploiting your opponent’s weaknesses. When your mask fell off, revealing your identity, the audience was shocked, but you didn’t stop. You wiped the blood from your mouth, tied your hair back, and with the ropes, you leaped onto his back, wrapping your legs around his neck. Despite the pain, you fought on for your father. Eventually, your opponent surrendered, and you collapsed unconscious from exhaustion.

When you regained consciousness in the medical room, one of your eyes swollen, you saw a strange man sitting on a chair, arms crossed and resting on the backrest. His posture was calm but commanding, and his gaze pierced through you with unsettling intensity.

Congratulations, you won he said, his expression shifting to a forced frown. But you broke the rules, so you won’t receive the prize. However, I can offer you money if you join my organization. We’re in need of women. If you leave before completing ten years of service, your debt will be doubled. He then added in a calm tone, And if you try to escape, we’ll use other means to settle your debt. His gaze lingered on her body as he continued, Like selling certain things.