Chapter 58
Lucas stepped out of the corridor, through a rusty iron door. The area in front of him was vast and spacious.
The area could easily accommodate thousands of people; the floor was tiled, and in the center stood a huge colosseum-like ring.
The area around the boxing ring itself was empty, except for some spectators who stood below, shouting. The seats around the arena, meanwhile, were very crowded until there were almost no seats left. Everyone was in a worked-up frenzy, yelling, cheering, and booing...
There were a few VIP spectator boxes built around the second floor of the arena.
Compared to the distinguished guests seated in the boxes on the second floor, the bets placed by the ordinary crowd were not worth mentioning.
The VIPs were the real gamblers, spending tens of millions every match.
During this time, in the ring surrounded by the iron fencing, two muscular, half-naked men were fighting for their lives.
Illicit places like this underground boxing arena required all of their boxers to sign off a life disclaimer agreement.
Their fighting styles were also extremely bloody. It was basically a no-holds-barred brawl filled with violence and desperation.
There was a bar on the westernmost side of the underground boxing arena. There were dozens of seats in front of the counter. A few men sat there. Many were foreigners and there were some dark-skinned men as well. All who were mentioned were currently facing the ring while drinking and shouting excitedly.
A man dressed in all black stepped into the boxing ring and immediately attracted a lot of attention.
With his oriental-looking face, and with a height not shorter than the typical European or American man, he carried an air of nobility and indifference. A truly stunning presence! He was like a nobleman who had descended from the ancient noble families. His presence stood out, in stark contrast to this noisy, rowdy, and bloodthirsty atmosphere.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
His built figure and toned legs, coupled with an extraordinarily handsome appearance, exuded his uncaring and aristocratic attitude.
His presence caused the lavishly dressed female audiences seated in the boxes above to glue their eyes on him.
His icy aura of indifference caused others to keep their distance from him.
Lucas walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey without any intention to drink it.
He still had to pilot a plane tomorrow, and he was not allowed to drink.
A bearded bartender took the whiskey bottle from the shelf and poured Lucas a glass.
He was familiar with the types of people who had usually visited the underground boxing ring. However, this was his first time seeing this handsome man. In fact, Lucas seemed to be the type who should be sitting in the VIP private room on the second floor comfortably, instead of being here. There was something admirable about this man.
Hence the bartender gleefully asked Lucas, "Are you here to spectate the final match?"
"Final match? What do you mean?" Lucas was expressionless as his fingers fiddled with his whiskey glass.
"Woah, geez! There are actually people who aren't aware!" The bartender excitedly filled him in. "Do you know the Blackhand Mafia? They are fighting for territories and had stepped on too many toes. My brother, you are lucky to be here today. The final match features the reigning boxing champion, Henry. Whoever can defeat him will gain the rights to his turf. The Blackhand Mafia has been very aggressive recently, and even though other gangs have tried to retaliate, it is said that no one can win against Henry!"
Lucas did not expect to spectate such an exciting match as soon as he arrived.
The Blackhand Mafia had a long history of violent acts, for the aggressive expansion of their turfs.
He had also heard about this boxing champion, Henry. He had vanquished strong boxers around the world in the past few years, and he reigned undefeated.
The bartender sighed. "There are four mob families currently fighting over the turfs. We had three matches yesterday and Henry had won them all. Today is the final match. Have you heard of the Shadow Way clan?" the bartender asked. "I'd heard that after the don of Shadow Way passed away, the clan has been in slow decline. Just a few years ago, it was standing toe-to-toe with the Blackhand Mafia. Unfortunately, after the death of the don, the Shadow Way has always been defeated by the Blackhand."
"Hasn't Shadow Way clan just installed a new leader? Lucas frowned.