bookpower Chapter 368 Threats Spread Apart
Chapter 368 Threats Spread Apart
an engine hum died down as a row of sleek cars stopped in front of a large sports center.
when the door to the lead car opened and a man got out, the air seemed to change.
he moved with quiet authority, adjusting his suit with precision.
his short hair was neatly groomed, and a full beard framed his face.
his posture was straight, and he moved slowly.
he gave off an air that stopped people from talking.
there was no need for fanfare.
his presence alone spoke volumes.
this was a man who had stood at the peak of the sport.
a name that had once caused ripples, then waves, through the world of mma.
the first of his kind.
a pioneer in dominance.
he looked ahead, his expression unreadable, as he began walking toward the building.
who he was.
he was the first double champ.
collin ncgyver.
he had arrived in ireland for the global tournament.
the news spread like wildfire across the media landscape.
the newly established governing body for the mma world cup had posted on chirper, announcing the official start of the qualification phase.
the post immediately caught global attention.
"the road to the first-ever global mma championship begins today! qualifiers for national representation are now open. once 64 nations are confirmed, the tournament will enter its qualifications, when 32 countries are comfirmed ,that will be the beginning of the elemination phases. a historic moment for the sport, where the world's best will battle it out to claim ultimate glory."
while they aimed for a perfect 64-country representation, it was clear the number might be less due to participation and qualification standards.
regardless, the excitement was high.
.
.
.
the future held a lot for damon cross.
in the dimly lit alley, the atmosphere was tense, shadows dancing on the brick walls under the flickering streetlight.
a bulky man kneeling on the damp ground with scars across his face looked desperate, his hands trembling.
"please, man," he stammered, his voice cracking with fear. "i promise i'll get you your money. i just need time. i've been trying everywhere, but i'll find a way soon."
a man in a black suit stood in front of him and laughed in a low voice. he was cold, calculating, and didn't show any sympathy.
"you think i'm a joke, huh?" the suited man said, his voice calm but dripping with menace.
he motioned to one of his lackeys, a wiry man with a scar running across his cheek. "my boys have seen you entering the casino. looks to me like you've got money to burn."
the lackey stepped forward, pulling a phone from his jacket pocket. "got something for you, boss," he said, handing it over with a smirk.
the suited man glanced at the phone screen, his brow furrowing as he scrolled through some information.
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after a moment, his lips curled into a sinister smile.
he shifted his gaze back to the man kneeling before him.
"this is interesting," he said, his tone almost amused. "i see you're a ufa fighter."
the man on the ground nodded hesitantly, his fear evident in the way his eyes darted around the alley, searching for an escape that didn't exist.
"good," the suited man said, slipping the phone into his pocket. "how often do you win? lose? come on, spill it."
the fighter hesitated, his mind racing. what were they planning? what did they want from him?
"i'm... i'm undefeated," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
the suited man chuckled darkly, his laughter echoing off the narrow walls of the alley. "nice. real nice."
he crouched down slightly, bringing himself to the fighter's level.
his sharp eyes locked onto the fighter's, his smirk widening. "alright, seems like it'll be good to work with you, then. don't worry... we'll make sure you don't lose. ever."