Four days later, Romeo found himself sitting in the back of a cab, the city streets passing by in a blur as he made his way to Anna Hickey's house. Anxiety gnawed at his insides, his mind consumed with thoughts of what awaited him at his destination.He pulled out his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he scrolled through his contacts, searching for Anna's name. He dialed her number repeatedly, each ring going unanswered, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt."Come on, Anna, pick up," he muttered under his breath, desperation creeping into his voice as he tried again and again to reach her.But still, there was no response, no indication that Anna was even aware of his calls. Romeo's brow furrowed in frustration, his mind racing with worry and confusion.For two weeks now, Anna had been absent from his life and her absence weighed heavily on his mind. He had expected her to visit him at the Yunche prison facility, to offer him comfort and support in his time of need

With the chubby man lying motionless on the ground, Romeo's attention shifted towards Anna. His gaze, filled with a volatile mixture of hate, rage, and malevolence, bore into her trembling form. Anna's eyes widened in terror as she met Romeo's gaze, her expression pleading for mercy, but he seemed impervious to her silent pleas.As Romeo advanced towards her, his movements exuded an air of menace, each step echoing with the weight of his fury. Anna's heart raced in her chest, her breaths shallow and labored as she braced herself for what was to come.With a swift and decisive motion, Romeo's hand swung out, aiming to deliver another punishing slap. "You witch," he spat, his voice dripping with venomous disdain.Anna recoiled instinctively, turning her cheek and squinting her eyes in anticipation of Romeo's impending strike. The air crackled with tension as the moment hung suspended in time, the sound of their breathing the only soundtrack to the impending violence.And there, in t

As the day waned into evening, Romeo found himself seated in the backseat of a sleek, black Jeep, the leather upholstery cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his emotions. His mind buzzed with anticipation, the upcoming battle at the Fisticuffs Fiesta looming large in his thoughts. Despite the turmoil within him, he remained outwardly composed, his stoic facade a testament to the mental fortitude he had cultivated over the years.The engine roared to life, breaking the silence of the busy streets as the Jeep pulled away from the curb, navigating through the labyrinthine streets of the city. Each passing minute brought Romeo closer to his destination, the underground Warehouse district known as Shadow Haven.As the cityscape faded into the rearview mirror, the urban sprawl gave way to desolate outskirts, where abandoned warehouses and forgotten buildings stood as silent sentinels of a bygone era. The Jeep wound its way through narrow alleyways and dimly lit street

Senator Heinclauss watched with a cold, detached amusement as Romeo struggled against the effects of the opium smoke that he had just exhaled in his direction. The young man's discomfort was evident in his violent coughs and the way his eyes watered, each sneeze and splutter serving as a testament to his distress. Despite the tension that crackled in the air, a contemptuous smirk began to curve the senator's lips, his gaze sharp and unyielding as he observed Romeo's pitiful state."What a fighter you have here Don Frago," Senator Heinclauss remarked, his voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm, cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the room like a knife. "I don't know why you had to bring this pussy here at the Fisticuffs Fiesta. Do you think that this is a competition for chicken fights?"His words, venomous and mocking, hung in the air, a clear provocation aimed at belittling Romeo and, by extension, Don Frago. It was not just an insult but a calculated move to undermine their

As the bell's metallic chorus faded, an expectant silence enveloped the arena, broken only by the fighters' measured breaths. Vygan, with an almost predatory grace, turned his gaze towards Romeo. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and disdain.This was due to the fact that he was confident and sure of victory against Romeo. He looked at Romeo not as an opponent but as prey, a mere stepping stone on his path to claiming the Fisticuffs title that he lost last year. With a slow, deliberate motion, Vygan began to circle Romeo, his movements were fluid and mocking—it was a dance of dominance meant to intimidate.Vygan feigned a series of strikes, each one a test and a taunt, expecting Romeo to flinch or cower, to betray his fear. But Romeo stood resolute, his eyes locked on Vygan's with an unwavering focus that spoke of an inner fire unquenched by the shadow of Vygan's reputation. There was no trace of fear in Romeo's stance, he was unfazed and he didn't flinch, no hint of d