Demon Cup Boxing Semi-Finals, Wild Dog versus Vulture, all eyes focused on the match.
Two ancient martial arts champions were tearing into each other on the ring, while the scantily clad Bunny Girls shook their bodies with abandon, holding signs high. The audience below went wild, dousing their soft skin with liquor, the scene decadent and debauched.
The bar lights flickered as if in rhythm with the chaos, and the alcohol-drenched crowd drowned in their desires.
It was impossible to tell if this was heaven or hell.
Butcher stood on the second-floor balcony, his hulking frame like a grizzly bear. He held a phone in one hand, responding impatiently, "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Stop rushing me. I've got things to deal with these two days, I'll pay in a couple of days, alright? What kind of person do you think I am? You think I owe you anything? Damn, I've got something important on my plate! We'll talk later!"
