I Want your Lair!

About an hour later, the crowd has gone home, and the den's earnings for tonight have been emptied and counted.

Just when Carlo introduced his newly recruited crew to his boss, someone stops at the door with a grimaced face.

"Hey! May I have a word?"

It's Flynn The Untouchable.

He's holding his Fighter Card, but he doesn't look happy.

Flynn The Untouchable is an inhumanly large adult man with a build like a sumo wrestler. He is very tall, standing several heads above most of his peers and other star combatants, with muscular arms and legs and an obese midsection.

He is bald and has three distinct scars on his forehead.

Right now, his eyes are squinting so hard as if to tear a hole at the figure, sitting at the furthest corner of the room.

Those eyes...

The Boss is very well aware of it!

Flynn had some beef against him!

"What the heck do you want? I already loaded all the credits to your chip. It's your money now!" Carlo glanced at Flynn, his chin is pointed high, flaunting a brave bravado.

Flynn just won tons of credits with a record-breaking mark. But somehow greed is in his eyes as he demanded,

"I want a higher cut! I deserve more credits!"

Hearing his demand, In an instant, a raspy voice came out from the void. The young man sitting at the furthest corner where a neat long table is arranged rose from his crimson chair.

His face is partially obscured not only by the lack of light but by the rims of his fedora.

What is more appealing is the glint in the tips of his gaze—like a crazed beast about to maul his prey.

He is the boss of this place, The King of the Dungeon, nicknamed "The Tiger."

Though now a powerful Boss in Ragoria's flourishing fight club, Jayce The Tiger had humble origins.

Born from the stinkiest slums and nothing but a poor country bumpkin, the young man recalls his past.

He felt bitter as he remembers.

The life in the underworld took from him a piece at a time. Every foe he crushes pushes him slightly further to his goals.

Money!

Apparently, lack of finance is always the problem.

Now, he understands where Flynn is coming from—the same place he came, from when he took over this whole thing.

"Do you know who I am?"

Faced with that question, Flynn looked at Jayce like he were vile to him and he formed his hands into a fist.

Carlo noticed that Flynn's hands were still slick with another's blood. It seems that he hasn't washed his fists yet. He signaled the other thugs nearby to stand ready at his call.

A hostile atmosphere made the air inside the room heavy.

"Heck! I do! Who would be so deaf to not hear your great tales!"

Flynn answered upon giving it some thought, in the depths of his heart he still found reverence to this teenage punk who suddenly came and lorded this place.

"But as we know, you are still a student! And by that, I meant that you are lucky that I am here!"

The guy blows up, he started fidgeting, and to hide how anxious he really is, he yelled at Jayce.

He yelled at the boss!

Jayce took a deep breath as he removed his fedora and placed it at his table. The handsome face of the Boss is revealed!

A pale face crowned in black hair and squinty eyes with clouded dark pupils. But his definite feature was his high nose.

His overall bearing gave a feeling of discomfort, especially to Flynn who shouted at him. The moonlit is faint. The windows, like the doors, cabinets, and most of the furniture except his chair, were old, indistinct, and even quite broken.

However, this only amplified Jayce's imposing presence. It terrified Flynn to the point of him uncontrollably spouting some nonsense.

"You've gotten fat and don't remember what it's like to risk a neck in the arena."

Jayce did not mind Flynn's blabbering as he walked carefully through the cold room.

He walked slowly, very slowly... his rhythm is constant.

When he reached Flynn, a smirk escaped his lips.

"Yeah, I've gotten fat... Is that a problem?"

The sound emitted by his voice is hoarser than it should. Jayce made his message clear.

'I know what you want but just 'cause I understand what a fella wants don't mean I gotta give it to him.'

He hoped that Flynn would be smart enough to understand this as he gave him a look that can send chills to anyone.

By this point, a bunch of the crooks and thugs—the very same guards that patrol the den is starting to listen to their conversation.

Seeing how he can not have people thinking he is soft, Jayce figures that it is a good time to remind Flynn why he is the King of the Dungeon and where he stands.

But Jayce's effort went to waste as Flynn did not have any intention of backing down.

Flynn is not having it!

"You're just some lucky youngster in black trousers and a gray vest coat, acting like an adult! How dare you tell us, real adults, what to do?!"

Flynn continued by saying, "Anybody could do your job."

Jayce felt like he is being scolded by some random old fogey and that did not sit well with him.

So he tells Flynn,

"Oh! Anybody, huh! Alright then, We can go smash our skulls in the arena, and you will find out just how much of an adult I really am!"

When Flynn heard the Boss's offer just now, his eyes opened wide. Surprised at what he just heard.

At this point, he feels like he cannot back down anymore. He immediately nodded to Jayce without batting an eye.

"If I win, I want your lair! And all that comes with it!"

Jayce closed his eyes as if to say,

'So, you have chosen death.'

Flynn waits like he's expecting Jayce to add more conditions and stipulations. It is as if they were doing this on a fairground.

The truth is! Jayce as the Boss, simply wants Flynn to set an example for everyone or anyone who wants to take his throne.

After all, he already got all he'd want. But he had to remind them all, that the tiger did not need anyone!

In his mind, his head began chanting some words.

'I was cursed with defiance, pressure is my game.'

When his eyes reopened, he simply said,

"Fine, but we should do it in front of a crowd. If I were to once again step in that ring... don't you think the people would pay to watch me kill?"

Flynn The Untouchable suddenly narrowed his brows. Meanwhile, the thugs and crooks overhearing their conversation started to weigh the severity of this event.

"Gold! Have it your way, one last time..."

Flynn is not so confident when he uttered that line, but as a seasoned fighter, this is common before starting a fight.

'I'll have to intimidate him before he terrorizes—'

And before Flynn could even finish his thoughts, Jayce loudly countered,

"Be prepared! For I shall turn your skull into the shape of my fist!"