The warehouse erupted in chaos as spectators processed what they had just witnessed. Crusher Morrison stood frozen among the crowd, his massive frame trembling with a mixture of shock and disbelief as he watched Yemin step out of the cage with the same calm demeanor he'd maintained throughout the entire encounter."What the fuck just happened?" Rico whispered, his earlier confidence completely evaporated."I don't know," Tommy replied, his voice barely audible over the crowd's noise. "That old man just destroyed Razor like he was a fucking amateur.""Razor's killed people in that cage," Vince added, his face pale with confusion. "How did some random old guy make him look like a child?"Crusher's mind raced as he tried to process the impossible scene he'd just witnessed. That can't be right, he thought desperately. There's no way some normal-looking old man could move like that. He must have gotten lucky.As Yemin approached the group of fighters who had been so eager for his destructi

The fighters' cafeteria was a grim affair - fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows over metal tables and benches, the air thick with the smell of cheap food and testosterone.Yemin sat quietly eating his meal when Crusher Morrison's booming voice echoed across the room."Look at that pathetic old fool," Crusher announced loudly, making sure everyone could hear him. "Sitting there like he actually belongs with real fighters."Several tables turned to watch as Crusher strutted across the cafeteria, his massive frame commanding attention from every fighter present."Hey, Rico," Crusher called to his friend, "you see how that old man got lucky against Razor? Probably slipped him something before the fight.""Yeah, Crusher," Rico replied eagerly, "ain't no way someone like that could win fair and square."Tommy Marconi looked up from his food with a cruel grin. "Maybe we should test him again, see if his luck holds out.""Oh, we will," Crusher said ominously. "But first, let me show this

The cafeteria buzzed with excitement as fighters discussed the upcoming match between Yemin and Crusher Morrison. Yemin leaned closer to Danny Kowalski, his voice dropping to a whisper that only the desperate father could hear."Danny, how much money do you have saved for your daughter's treatment?" Yemin asked quietly."About eight thousand dollars," Danny replied nervously. "It's everything I have, but it's nowhere near enough for her surgery.""I want you to bet all of it on me winning tonight," Yemin said calmly.Danny's eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you insane? I can't bet my daughter's money!""Danny, listen to me," Yemin said firmly. "This is how you're going to get the money you need.""You got lucky in your first fight," Danny said desperately. "But there's no way you're going to beat Crusher Morrison. He's a monster!""Exactly," Yemin said with a slight smile. "Everyone thinks I'm going to lose.""Because you are going to lose!" Danny protested. "Crusher's killed people

The underground fighting pit slowly emptied as spectators filed out in stunned silence, still processing what they had witnessed.Yemin stood in the cage, watching as medical personnel struggled to revive Crusher Morrison, who remained unconscious on the canvas.Two fights down, Yemin thought as he observed the crowd's reactions. But these were just warm-ups. If I want to get Isabella Torrino-Ricci's attention, I need to work my way up the ladder properly.Danny Kowalski pushed through the dispersing crowd, his face streaked with tears of joy and disbelief. He clutched the betting slip that would change his daughter's life forever."I can't believe it," Danny said breathlessly as he reached the cage. "Four hundred thousand dollars! My daughter... she's going to live!""I'm glad I could help," Yemin replied, stepping out of the cage."Help?" Danny laughed through his tears. "You saved her life! You're a miracle worker!""I'm just a man who keeps his promises," Yemin said simply."How d

As Marcus Hargraves led Faye away from the confrontation, she couldn't help but wonder about his unexpected intervention. The elegant ballroom buzzed with whispered conversations as other guests speculated about what they had just witnessed."Thank you for stepping in," Faye said quietly as they walked toward a quieter corner of the venue."Think nothing of it," Marcus replied smoothly. "Richard Blackstone has a reputation for being... aggressive in his business dealings.""Still," Faye said, glancing back at the humiliated businessman, "I'm surprised you intervened personally. You could have sent security or had one of your assistants handle it."Marcus paused for a moment, as if considering how much to reveal. "Let's just say that Group A values its partnerships very highly, Ms. Langford. We protect our associates."But there's something more to this, Faye thought, studying Marcus's carefully neutral expression. This feels personal. Does this have something to do with Yemin?Around t