Chapter 565. And Things Happen

Lucien

He sat in the front seat of the little amphitheatre, designed specifically to allow the audience to watch fights from a vantage point. The Ring or the Cage, whichever was in use, would be at a lower level allowing the audience to see clearly without having to crane their necks as blows were delivered, one after the other.

He sat, one suave leg crossed over the other, his splendid underground fighting Club, his cherished dream, spread around him. This was unlike his other fighting clubs which housed many cages, and many rings, where mixed martial arts fighters and boxers, all of them could perform at one time as people moved from one to the other, like in some shopping arena.

Of course, the prices were exorbitant. But this was more sophisticated. He had the seats designed so that the viewers could recline, sipping drinks of their choice as they watched. Servers moved around discreetly, and all the girls had been trained rigorously by Daniell