The next day. Cigarette smoke filled the dimly lit room. Hundreds of cans and bottles of drinks littered the floor. The smell of alcohol and drugs was overpowering as Steve entered an abandoned warehouse, Jacob's designated location, at dawn. "I salute you for courageously coming to your enemy's stable." Jacob grinned mockingly. He and Edgar sat on the sofa, and his bodyguards loyally stood behind them. "Are you afraid of Cassandra and Charles seeing you battered and dead if you invite them to watch this match?" Edgar added. Steve didn't respond to their taunts at all. When considering Edgar and Jacob's crimes and their blood relationship, Steve's feelings are complicated. Feelings of hate, resentment, anger, and shock were all mixed. It was like a dream knowing Jacob and he were brothers from different mothers. In the center of the room, a boxing ring was set up. Steve climbed into the ring, put his bag in the corner, removed his white t-shirt, and put on his boxing gloves.
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