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Chapter 25: "Fight, Fight, Fight...!"
Author: Nathan Emorey
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Fabio spread his arms wide, his posture theatrical and his grin sharp enough to slice through the thick smoke of the underground club.

He looked less like a man and more like a villain on stage, feeding off the crowd’s attention.

“Fight me. Win,” he declared, voice booming over the pounding bass of rap music, “and you can walk away with them. Lose…” His grin widened, cruel and demonic, his teeth flashing white under the harsh lights.

“Lose, and you crawl out on your hands and knees like a monkey. Or maybe…” his eyes flicked toward Helen, glinting darkly, “you don’t leave at all.”

Gasps rippled through the spectators. A few men whistled, others howled, and some banged their fists on the sticky tables, drunk on the spectacle of blood.

The fight club thrived on scenes like this —danger, humiliation, and the kind of violence that seeped into the bones of everyone watching. It was the real deal, not some Call Of Duty game. This was the real Battle Royale.

Eva swore under her breath, pr
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