Namoras
Kenza arrives at Fighter Club'

Fighter Clubs.

The afternoon had changed night, and the neon lights had lit up adding to the all-rounding city of Batu.

Who would have thought, the stone city that was once just a sub-district city, through regional expansion, became among the highly developed district cities.

Previously, no one was willing to live in this barren area. Perhaps it was because of the desolation that caused the name of this city to become the city of Batu.

It all started with one of the foreign construction companies that invested in this stone city. The Bukit Batu. The company transformed Batu hill into a real estate area and made it a center for the elite community.

If their ancestors did not want to occupy this area and prefer a new village, now everything has been reversed. People were scrambling to stay in the stone city and open a business here. No wonder there is everything in this city. Starting from halal business, makruh, until the haram there. In fact, not infrequently the police made dizzy nine roving.

Talking about the business of the businessmen in the city of stone, one of them and the smallest is Fighter Club'.

If in the village, one could only bet pitting chickens, then here one would bet and pitting humans. Here, who has a lot of money and influence, then he is the one in power.

Inside this three-story building, there is a basement that will spoil the bettors. The basement is called the Fighter Club's hall'.

The thick-pocketed people will come here once every month to bring their respective heroes and will pit them on the rink. They will bet on each other. In fact, there are those who do not have a hero, but instead participate in betting.

Not only the rink in the middle of the hall, there are also various gambling games here. Starting from snooker, Dingdong, Roulette and many more which if explained will not be completed until two days and two nights.

In the section of the chair adjacent to the bar, a skinny man wearing a men clothing suit seemed to be sucking a cigar in his hand.

Occasionally the man spouted his smoke towards the front. He seemed to be enjoying every bit of smoke. Behind the skinny man, there were about six straight-bodied men, and a man wearing a black sweater.

When exhaling his cigarette smoke for the umpteenth time, he accidentally glanced towards one of the exclusive chairs in the corner of the room. The man's eyes frowned and took a serious look.

There, he saw a man in his nearly forties sitting with a young man. He knows who that guy is. But what attracted him was the young man beside him. His eyes are very sharp. The young man's jaw also looked sturdy with a cold face almost expressionless. The man and the young man were Ameng and Namora.

The man swept the room back.

When he saw a fat, bald man with a large necklace around his neck, the skinny man grabbed his wine glass, then walked up to the bald fat man he had just seen.

As soon as he arrived before the fat man, he immediately greeted. "Roberts. I saw it was just you and your bodyguard. Where's that hotshot you said that was? Did you admit defeat before you fought?" The smile of the skinny man was very humbling.

"Patience is Willi. My hero will definitely come. After all, the fight is still an hour away. I also don't know what part of what we'll get. But I will definitely silence your big mouth that is too proud of your hero!" The man called Nana Robert pointed at the skinny man named Willi.

"yeah. You're getting better at your mouth, aren't you?!" Cibir Willi's. Again he smiled mockingly.

"We'll see later. Now, get back in your chair! I don't like big talk that'll just be embarrassing in the end,"

Robert just sneered. "ok. One Billion is not too much. Let's just see!" Robert shook his hand as if someone was driving away flies. This is clearly an insult to Willi.

Willi snorted, then turned his body towards the chair where he had been sitting. Seringai not happy to be seen on his face.

Ten minutes after he returned to his seat, now from the direction of the stairs appeared a young man dressed in a slim fit shirt stepped down the steps step by step, step by step, then walk right in front of Ameng and Namora.

Maybe because the lighting in the room was a bit dim, so the young man who was new to it did not pay so much attention. If he had seen, he would have wondered why Namora would have arrived at a place like this.

"What Kenza?!" Namora muttered in disbelief.

"You know that guy?" Ask Ameng who had heard Namora mutter.

"My classmate!" Answer Namora briefly. He didn't know why Kenza was there, and was so familiar with the bald-headed, potbellied man sitting on the chair lazily.

"Sir Robert. I'm already here!" Kenza said as soon as he arrived before the fat man

"Gee. You kept your promise. Comeing! You have to win this game. I've bet for you,"

"How can you be sure I'm going to win?"

"Related. You even have to be sure. You only have one choice. That's victory. Because, if you lose, your opponent will likely not let you out of this place. Therefore, your current choice is victory.

Kenza glanced at the skinny man earlier. He asked Robert. "Where is my opponent?"

"Did you see that guy in the black sweater suit?"

Kenza nodded. "Is he?"

"Yes. You don't have to be afraid. He retired from MMA. You're still young. Your energy is still very good. If you are able to last for ten minutes, I suspect that victory is absolutely yours!"

"I don't dare to underestimate my opponent. Even if he's a decrepit one, I'll stay alert" replied Kenza. He immediately sat down and slammed his feet on one of his other legs.

"Wait until the host announces the raffle who first rides the rink!"

Kenza nodded. He then calmly leaned back on the chair, for him, there was no need to be too tense. He has decided to fight tonight.

Seriate...