[POV Fany] -----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,

[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain. "If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin