Chapter 167 Opportunity (1/2)

All the people working there stood up straight, putting a hand over their heart as Nitocris walked by, indifferent to all those around him. Like a King walking through a procession. He cut a truly regal appearance with his tall, solid frame clothed in a dark suit with a slim white tie.

As he walked inside, his shoes clacked on the concrete floor, its tapping firm and steady. His subordinates admired Nitocris to the point of worship. Their eyes sparkled as he walked by, some even ready to prostate if he would just look at their direction.

Nitocris had managed to unify the small scattered groups and combined them into one big group. More importantly, he did it with flair. He was as ruthless as his father but what made him different was that he was ruthless to his enemies and those who opposed him. Those who followed him were treated well and rewarded generously.

That was a true King.

Though dubbed the King of the Underworld, it was truly just the Underworld King of their country and not the entire world. Still, it was impressive enough. It was powerful enough. Their country wasn't some small island in the middle of nowhere. It was large enough to be considered one of the superpowers of the world.

Nitocris walked over to the stage, watching with cold detachment over the shirtless young boy panting on top of it. His body was glistening with sweat, every firm muscle strained as he fought. The blood of his opponents was all over his body and face.

His face had this really crazed and happy look as he smashed the face of yet another opponent before giving him a vicious side kick to the face that sent the poor guy flying a few feet, some teeth flying out and blood splattering all over. He even rolling over a bit before just laying there, unmoving.

Once that was done, Nitocris hardly spared a glance at the fallen body and looking at Kyle, asking simply, ”Had enough fun yet?”

Kyle heard Nitocris's voice through the bloodthirsty haze in his mind. His eyes cleared slowly as he blinked several times. He looked about, noting the rather bloodied stage, the people cheering about and Nitocris looking at him, bored.

It was only then that Kyle realised how long he had been fighting.

He slowly stood up properly, bringing down his leg from the previous kick's position and loosened the cricks in his neck while rotating his shoulders. He took a deep breath with his eyes closed, calming down the blood lust.

Kyle had to admit. Allowing the Smith Wrath to let loose once in a while felt really good. Once his heart stopped beating erratically, Kyle opened his eyes.

To the complete and utter disbelief of everyone present, the young kid from Hell opened his eyes and gave this huge, dazzling smile at Nitocris. The cold, murderous and chilling aura that had been emanating from that small form disappeared completely.

”Big Bro!!” Kyle shouted happily, practically bouncing over to the edge of the stage, ”What are you doing here?”

The change in the scene made everyone's mind go blank. That was just too drastic.

Nitocris just looked at him without a word, turned and walked to leave.

”Nooooo!! Don't leave me behind!!” Kyle wailed loudly, jumping off the stage.

With a huge grin, he grabbed his jacket from the person who was holding it out to him and quickly followed after Nitocris out the door.

Everyone couldn't help but feel like Nitocris was the Ruler of the Jungle, while the one following him was an obedient but mischievous puppy.

Nitocris's subordinates puffed out their chest, feeling even prouder at that moment to see how their Boss, with just that one sentence, had managed to completely subdue the killing machine on stage.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The bookies were happy as now, things could get back on track. The contenders were ecstatic for now, they could finally have a chance for a proper fight rather than simply walking on stage to die.

Bob was perhaps the most relieved, for he could now finally stop shaking. Luckily, the Beastmaster came to take Ice away.

He had thought Ice was bad then, but the Ice now ... his skills had improved so much that all of the fights could hardly be called fights. Previously, Ice would drag the fights as he often tested his moves but this time?

Ice was simply aiming for the 'one-hit-kill' move. After each fight, his moves were more and more brutal and the whole place was starting to feel like the Killing Fields.

Bob wiped the sweat from his forehead.

”We will be taking a short 10-minute break to clean the stage,” Bob announced. After all, the stage was just too slippery with blood at the moment.

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”Mind telling me what was that all about?” Nitocris asked as he swirled the whiskey in his glass, staring at Kyle in the eyes.

”Nothing much,” Kyle said, ”Just needed to vent.”

”Could you at least do it at some other place? Just those two hours and we lost a few hundred thousand in bets,” Nitocris said.

”Oh, come on,” Kyle whined, ”As if that small change would damage the Club much.”

Nitocris downed his glass and grunted, ”That's not the point. If I hadn't stepped in, how long would you have gone on for?”

”Maybe the whole night? I don't know,” Kyle admitted sheepishly.

A waiter came and placed a tray of several damp towels on the coffee table in front of Kyle. Kyle reached out to take the towels and started wiping the blood of his body and face.

He was careful with his face as he didn't want to smudge the make-up. It was a special type that was oil based and wouldn't wash off with plain water but any scrubbing would definitely affect it.

Once he was relatively clean, he donned his jacket. His singlet had long been ripped off during the fight, so he had to make do with baring his chest out in the open. Not that he minded since it was nighttime.

”Luckily someone informed me,” Nitocris replied, ”Otherwise, who knows how long you were going to be in that berzerker mode? Burying the bodies can be troublesome.”

Kyle sighed and leaned back on the sofa, resting his head on it as he looked up at the ceiling. He was feeling better now but he knew that Nitocris was right. That was partially the reason why he went to the Fight Club.