The two fighters sprang into action, launching a series of attacks at Lucas. They moved with a mix of solo strikes and synchronized efforts, trying to catch him off guard. One would throw a punch while the other aimed a kick, then they’d switch, attempting to overwhelm him with their varied tactics.
Lucas, however, remained unfazed. He deftly dodged their attacks, weaving between their strikes with ease. When one fighter lunged forward, Lucas sidestepped, causing the attacker to stumble past him. As the other swung a kick, Lucas blocked it with a swift motion, maintaining his balance and composure.
The two fighters tried to adjust their strategy, sometimes attacking together in a coordinated effort, other times taking turns to keep Lucas on his toes. But no matter how they approached, Lucas was always one step ahead.
The two fighters, determined to turn the tide, switched up their tactics, employing a series of complex moves they rarely used. As they launched into their new combination, Lucas’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. The sequence felt familiar, and as the fighters continued, Lucas’s suspicions were confirmed.
With a knowing smile, Lucas casually dodged their attacks, effortlessly sidestepping and blocking as if he could predict their every move. The two fighters exchanged a quick, uneasy glance, realizing that Lucas seemed to anticipate their rare combination, one they had thought would catch him off guard.
Their confidence wavered as they continued their assault, only to see Lucas evade each strike with ease. It was as if he could see into the future, effortlessly avoiding their attacks with a calm demeanor. The realization that Lucas knew their next moves before they even executed them sent a chill down their spines, filling them with doubt and a hint of fear.
As the two fighters launched a simultaneous attack, Lucas spoke in a low voice, “Do you know Lion and Tiger?” The question stopped them in their tracks, surprise etched on their faces.
“Who are you?” one of them asked, eyes wide with curiosity. “How do you know Lion and Tiger?”
Lucas noticed their sudden pause and knew he had hit a nerve. “They’re with me now,” he said casually, confirming their connection. The fighters exchanged excited glances, clearly eager to learn more about Lion and Tiger.
But Lucas, with a slight grin, reminded them, “We’re in the middle of a fight. Save the chat for later.”
Understanding the situation, the two fighters glanced at their gang leader, then back at Lucas. One of them spoke up, “Alright, let’s finish this.”
With renewed determination, they attacked Lucas together. But Lucas was ready. With swift precision, he delivered a strike to each of their temples, knocking them out cold.
Without missing a beat, the remaining fighters jumped into the fray. Among them was a blonde-haired man who had been growing increasingly irritated, frustrated that his companions couldn’t even hit a fly. Fueled by anger, they charged at Lucas, intent on crushing him.
Lucas, unfazed by their fury, taunted them with a smirk, “Looks like someone’s a bit too eager to play.”
The blonde fighter, seething with rage, led the charge, his movements aggressive and wild. Lucas danced around their attacks, his agility and skill making it seem effortless. The fighters swung and lunged, but Lucas was always a step ahead, turning their anger into a disadvantage.
With each failed attempt, their frustration grew, but Lucas remained calm and collected, his taunts only adding fuel to their fire.
Feeling a bit bored and eager to wrap up his mission, Lucas decided it was time to finish things. Initially, he thought there might be some valuable intel to gain against the Sicilian Familia, but it turned out that this was just a small-time gang led by a stray gangster. Still, it wasn’t a total loss-he had gained three new allies for future use, and he had plans for this Chess Palace.
With renewed focus, Lucas moved swiftly, his movements a blur as he took down the remaining fighters one by one. Each opponent fell with precision strikes, unable to match Lucas’s speed and skill. The room echoed with the sound of bodies hitting the floor, leaving only the blonde-haired man standing.
The blonde fighter’s face twisted in frustration and disbelief as he looked around at his fallen comrades. He was the last one standing, and the odds were clearly not in his favor. His expression was a mix of anger and fear, knowing he was outmatched.
Lucas, still calm and composed, faced the blonde fighter. “Looks like it’s just you and me now,” he said with a hint of amusement.
The blonde man, driven by desperation, charged at Lucas with everything he had. But Lucas was ready. With a series of quick, decisive moves, he dodged the attacks and countered with precision. The blonde fighter’s efforts were in vain as Lucas’s skill proved too much to handle.
In a final, swift motion, Lucas delivered a strike that sent the blonde fighter to the ground, ending the fight.
As the final fight concluded, Lucas turned his gaze to the bettors who had previously denied his victory. Now, they stood with heads bowed, nervous and fearful, unable to meet Lucas’s piercing stare. Silence filled the room as they contemplated their fate, knowing that Lucas was unlikely to let them go easily.
Lucas then shifted his focus to the gang leader, who sat in a daze. In a calm, steady voice, Lucas said, “You’re next.” Though his tone was even, it sent a chilling shiver down the leader’s spine, so intense that he nearly lost control, his nose running comically.
Lucas began to step forward slowly, and in a panic, the gang leader hastily grabbed the transfer papers, signing them with trembling hands. He handed them to Lucas, pleading for mercy and offering the Chess Palace in exchange for his freedom.
Lucas gave a chilling smile, “It’s not that simple. I told you peace wasn’t an option after you broke your word.”
The gang leader shivered, his fear palpable, and in his terror, he wet himself, the liquid soaking through his pants. He fell to his knees, crawling towards Lucas, begging not to be harmed as he extended the documents.
Lucas took the papers, glancing over them with a satisfied smile. He then shot a sharp look at the gang leader, raising his hand as if to strike. But before he could bring it down, the gang leader fainted, collapsing in a heap as the unpleasant odor filled the air.
The once arrogant and boastful man now lay in a pitiful state, a laughable figure before Lucas.
Lucas walked over to Tyrone, who was still in shock from the display of skill and power he had just witnessed. Both surprised and a bit intimidated, Tyrone and the others realized it was far better to be on Lucas’s good side than to oppose him.
As Lucas approached, he handed the document to Tyrone. “Boss, the Chess Palace is yours.”
Tyrone glanced at the document and shook his head. “No, Lucio, you should take it. You earned it. I’m content with the billions I’ll collect from those who haven’t paid up yet,” he said, casting a glance at the nervous bettors.
Before Lucas could say anything, the bettors hurriedly spoke up, each producing checks. Reluctantly, they paid Tyrone five billion each, apologizing to Lucas before making a hasty exit.
As the bettors hurried out, Tyrone couldn’t help but grin. “Well, that was quite the show, Lucio. You’ve really outdone yourself.”
The three bosses approached Lucas, visibly impressed. “We owe you, Mr. Lucio,” one of them said. “You’ve got our loyalty from here on out.”
Lucas nodded, acknowledging their words. “I appreciate it. Now, I have some plans for this place. I want to turn the underground casino into a legitimate part of the business.”
He then turned to Axcel. “I need your help to clean up the operations here. And eventually, I’d like you to manage the Chess Palace.”
Axcel hesitated briefly, considering the responsibility. But seeing Lucas’s determined expression, he nodded. “You can count on me, Mr. Lucio.”
Satisfied, Lucas was ready to leave when he remembered the two fighters who might know Lion and Tiger. He instructed the three bosses to carry the unconscious men back to the Private Suite for further discussion.