𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉A lot of people were already waiting for the fight to begin. The underground arena was suffocatingly packed, bodies pressed together, breaths mingling in the heat. The air reeked of sweat, adrenaline, and the raw, ugly hunger for violence.This is why I love L'impasse des Ombres.Half of its people don’t just enjoy bloodshed… they need it. They crave it the way a dying man craves his next breath.Pierre and Ox rushed toward me the moment they spotted me standing at the doorway, like men clinging to their last thread of hope."You came," Ox spoke in Chinese. His voice held a flicker of relief. He was happy to see me… but he didn't dare show it too openly."Who am I competing with?" I asked in French, my voice calm, almost bored."I don't know him. But Jericho said he is a former wrestler. Ox can't compete with him. He's… really hefty," Pierre replied, his voice lower now, cautious.A scoff almost slipped past my lips.Call it overconfidence, and I would gladly wear the crown
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