Chapter 72 - Skewed Numbers (1/2)
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Denise pulled up to a very old building that looked very odd among the decent-looking buildings right next to it.
”Are you sure this is the building you want to go to?” Denice asked Charlus. Charlus nodded.
”Yes.”
”I think there are some... shady things going inside. Illegal fighting rings and the sort..” Denise whispered to Charlus. Charlus nodded.
”Yeah, then this must be the place. My friend asked me to meet up here.” Charlus got off the car.
”Have a great day.” He wished Denise and entered the building.
The minute he entered the building, he encountered two huge men.
”You can't enter.” One of the hunks told Charlus.
”It's alright. I know someone inside. I think she's a fighter.” Charlus told the hunk.
”Haha. Did you look at yourself? The fighters inside are so strong they wouldn't be friends with wimps like you.” The other hunk laughed at Charlus.
”I am very offended. Now, if you excuse me I have to meet her.” Charlus tried to squeeze through the hunks but the hunks did not move.
”Fuck off before I get pissed,” Charlus warned the two men blocking his path.
”What did you say to me?” One of the men got offended.
[Phil Sparks Lvl 23]
[Emmet Larson Lvl 24]
Charlus caught the incoming punch from Phil Sparks. He squeezed tightly, breaking the man's hand.
”AAHH!” Phil screamed loudly. Charlus let go and kicked him off to the side. Phil went flying to the wall.
Emmet gulped. He looked with fear. He waited for Charlus to do something.
Charlus smiled at Emmet. ”Well, can you show me the way to the nearest fighting ring?”
”Yes sir. I will do it immediately.” Emmet immediately showed Charlus the way to the nearest fighting ring. It was on the second floor.
Charlus entered a dim-lit arena. He looked around and saw a huge crowd cheering the fighters. There were a few hundred spectators.
Charlus whistled. ”Wow. I didn't think that fights had this much of an audience.”
”Sir. This is just a weekday. The fighters are relatively less known. Our more famous fighters rake in tens of thousands of viewers.”
Charlus was surprised. ”But can you fit all those people in one arena?”
”Those fights aren't held here. They are held at another venue. It's a lot bigger but the tickets are pricer too.”
”Tickets?” Charlus was surprised. He wouldn't pay to watch a fight.
”Yes sir. $20 to enter this arena. $100 for the bigger arena.”
”A hundred fucking dollars?!” Charlus was astonished. That would mean a fight would bring the organizers a million bucks. Charlus couldn't even comprehend those numbers.
”So is there one going on right now?”
”No. Only on Saturday nights.”
”Interesting. So how do we get on that fight?” Charlus was intrigued.