"Who are they? Why are they suddenly surrounding me?"Morgan instantly became alert, observing the hooligans. "Could they be from the person who fought with the mystery man last night? That guy knows that I helped him."Punk got the call, nodding a few times. He signalled his friends. "What happened?" asked Morgan as the punks hurried away from him. "They came up and surrounded me, and a moment later, they just left me. Did they get someone wrong?"Morgan let out a long breath, getting on his bike. He looked across the street, observing a car that had just pulled up. "I feel like the owner of that car is watching me from a distance."Morgan rode his motorcycle, scanning the river until he turned left. "I still haven't found the mysterious man's whereabouts until now. I even checked hospitals and clinics one by one, but I didn't find him.""If I don't find him until tomorrow, I'll just be wasting my time. I should go back to Scota Town and restart my life there."Morgan sped up the mo

Morgan glanced to the left, hurrying to turn while avoiding the thugs' attack. He watched them in the rearview mirror, speeding up the bike. "I can't get caught by ...."Morgan was stunned to see a group of hooligans appearing from the front, left, and right sides. "They're coming from all directions. I'm cornered."Morgan gritted his teeth, speeding up the bike. He dodged attacks while kicking several bikes into the ground and crashing into each other. Unfortunately, the hooligans reappeared from the front. Wooden boxes and scrap materials suddenly fell from the building's roof. Some of the hooligans suddenly fell off their motorbikes because they were hit by the throws. The group's movement was disrupted, and they stopped to create a small path for Morgan. "This is my chance!" Morgan sped up, surprised when someone suddenly jumped onto the bike and landed on the back seat. "You?""He jumped from a height with his wound now. He's really good," Morgan muttered while observing Malvin

"What do you mean? The Street Fighter Championship started two days ago. There's no way I can sign up as a participant now." Morgan suddenly fell silent. "Wait! Could it be that you are ...."Malvin sat back against a pile of pillows. "I saw you in the spectator arena. I'm sure you must know what I mean.""So, you're the White Wolf?""Yeah. There's no way I can fight in my current state. I would only be a punching bag for my opponents. At the same time, I don't want to lose the money either. If you become the winner, I will share the prize with you. I will also answer all your questions. You can think of the fight as your training ground. Don't you want to beat me?"Morgan was silent for a while, observing Malvin. He had to say that the man was very cunning. "People will know that I'm not you. They would already know the White Wolf.""All participants wear masks in battle. I never show my face to them, either. Besides, we have almost the same physical features so that people won't sus

Fifteen minutes before the start of the fight, Morgan had just arrived. He looked at the crowd around the venue. The spectators kept pouring in like a parade. Vehicles were neatly parked. "Do I have to do this?" Morgan got off the bike and walked towards the back of the building. "I feel really tense right now."Morgan checked Malvin's condition through his cell phone. "He's watching a movie and seems very relaxed. As long as he stays under the watchful eye of those bodyguards, I'll be at ease."Morgan stopped when he saw a crowd of onlookers near the door. He circled the building until he found a window. Morgan climbed up the pile of wooden boxes and entered the building through the window. Shortly after he landed on the floor, two men entered the room. "Isn't that man ...." Morgan clenched his fists tightly as he listened to their conversation. "Malvin warned me about this. I shouldn't be surprised."Morgan hurriedly put on the mask and changed clothes. He walked behind a pile of

The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter with the screams of the crowd. Huge lights highlighted the arena. Morgan dodged his opponent's attacks, moving backward. He swatted away a few strikes as he watched his opponent's movements. "You son of a bitch! Don't keep dodging my attacks, asshole! You must be insulting me on purpose!" shouted the bald, tattooed man. "Finish him, Tom!" shouted one of the spectators at the side of the cage. "I'll finish you if you lose to that scum, Tom!""The White Wolf is nothing but a loser!""Beat him until he can't breathe!"Tom rushed at Morgan, but none of his strikes hit him."Fight me, asshole!" Tom jumped high. Just as he was about to punch, he was kicked and collapsed on the ground. The crowd cheered and got up from their seats. Some of the crowd got into a scuffle that the guards had to break up. Morgan jumped back, watching Tom closely. "His movements are quite slow, but he has powerful attacks. He managed to defeat the previous two fig