Chapter 1636


    At 10:30 p.m., Arabe climbed into Horace''s car. The Demon Ring was covertly built; hidden in the


    husk of an abandoned train station, its entrance was masqueraded by an inconspicuous billboard.


    Horace shed a QR code at the bouncer, a blonde guy with blue eyes who ushered them through the


    security checkpoint. No weapons were to pass this point.


    They were funneled down a dimly lit corridor, nked by guards with guns at the ready. At the end of


    the passage, a door opened to the main arena, where there was dripping with a hubbub of voices.


    In the center of the circr spectator stands, a giant birdcage-like ring hosted a spectacle - a


    heavyweight fighter locked in a showdown with a ferocious beast.


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    "Take it down! Take it down!" The crowd was relentless in their bloodlust.


    The beast, clearly hungry and with the advantage of sheer mass, lunged at the fighter, its ws carving


    deep red gashes across his arm. The roar it emitted was primal, signaling a predator''s resolve to im


    its prey.


    The audience was in a frenzy, craving the raw, visceral thrill of bloodshed, which was the reason why


    they came.


    Arabe knew of the existence of these underground fight clubs, but the savagery before her eyes was


    beyond anything she had imagined. To satisfy the spectators'' morbid appetites, a brutal man versus


    beast battle was being staged.


    Staircases and guarded elevators provided ess to the seating areas. The elevators led to the


    private rooms above, reserved for the elites.


    Horace presented the QR code once more, but this time, the attendant allowed only Arabe to


    proceed.


    "Wait for me here."


    Horace was visibly concerned, but trusting Arabe''s assertive nce, he nodded, his worry easing


    just slightly.


    As Arabe ascended to the second floor, the elevator dinged open to a stark contrast of ambiance.


    Compared with the tempestuous from below, here was far more quite. Even though one could still hear


    roars downstairs, the deafening sounds abated.


    Stepping out, Arabe was greeted by an unexpected sight: a woman shed her plush pink coat,


    revealing nothing but a bikini underneath, and cooed, "Sean."


    Her back to Arabe, the woman showcased her graceful curves and long legs. She sauntered towards


    a man in the corridor with seductive steps, barely waiting for a response before draping herself around


    his neck, provocatively rubbing her ample breast against him.


    "Quite proactive, aren''t you?" The man had a voice that dripped with charm. In the dim light, Arabe


    couldn’t distinguish his face, only hearing him teasingly inquired, "You want to do it?"


    "Oh, stop." the woman purred, "Sean, you''re making me blush."


    Arabe had no interest in their identities. Spotting a sign for the higher-numbered rooms to the right,


    she realized she''d have to pass this intimate scene.


    "Excuse me," the pair were block her path, the man''s bodyguards looming behind him.


    The woman didn’t think she was so opposite to be tactful. Wasn''t it obvious she was in the middle of


    charming Sean? Was this woman blind to demand passage from Sean?


    But Sean simply tightened his grip around the woman''s waist, pulling her closer while casting an


    intrigued gaze at Arabe as she walked by.