56

It's bedtime, and without Pop Pop at home, Lincoln can take over the sofa.

The house was silent. Everyone in the house sleeps, or almost everyone.

Lincoln was still awake, thinking about the conversation he had had with Professor Venomous.

-flashback-

While Lola is enjoying her luxuries in the limousine, Lincoln and Professor Venomus talk.

"Are you going to tell me what you want?" Lincoln asked in a serious tone.

Professor Venomous laughed softly, as if he had already expected to be asked this question. "You are a very perceptive boy. The truth is, I am very interested in your 'talents.'"

"Talent? What are you talking about?" The strange man made Lincoln feel uncomfortable. It was as if he were talking to someone who lacked a soul.

Venomus throws a braille police dossier into Lincoln's lap, which contains details of Leni's nearly assault on the trading floor, the massacre at Edward's auto shop, and the recent arrest of Hank and Hawk. "What is that? How did you get it?"

"I'm looking into whatever interests me. I'm a scientist, after all, but I'm also a businessman. No problem finding the pattern in both complaints."

"Pattern?" Lincoln asked.

Venomous proceeded to explain. "A girl named Leni Loud was nearly raped by three men, but her brother saved her. That same night, the three attackers were brutally massacred, and a few days later, two petty criminals were beaten by a boy who brought his sister to the theater where the events took place and discovered that they were both named Loud. For a mind like mine, it wasn't hard to find the connection and find where you are."

Lincoln didn't know what to say or what to think of that man. "What can I get you interested in?"

"Straight to the point, I like this situation. Answer something first. Did you kill those three guys?" The professor asked to refer to Edward, Bell, and Cletus.

"No, sir, it wasn't me." Lincoln told the truth; after all, he owed this stranger no explanation.

Once again, Venom laughed low and replied. "I thought so."

The albino was mixed up. "You knew?  Then why do you ask?"

Venomous put his fingers together, meaning he was going to speak seriously. "I read the forensic report and went to the morgue. The fatal wounds were made in the shop because they found traces of rust and motor oil on them, but others were several hours older, including lacerations to Mr. Edwards' body covered with grafts and a piece of his severed arm. Plus corpses and Other similar ones in the bodies of Messrs. William and Cletus, who suffered fractures in different parts and trauma in the eye of one of them, were not caused by the same wound that killed them." Venomus finished his explanation and looked at Lincoln. Because of his Lucy-like hair covering his eyes, he had no feelings, and Venomus was someone who knew how to read people and knew what the boy was feeling.

Lincoln raised his head and replied. "Yes, that was me." The way Lincoln said it, not seeming angry or embarrassed, less frightened than might be expected of a boy of his age admitting something like that, it was as if he had been asked something plain and trivial. "And if that damn thing hadn't found where they were hiding before me, then yes, I would have done the same to them too." This time he said it in a tone that expressed the purest hatred and, at the same time, determination. "Because she only belongs to me."

"Leni...is mine." That's what he thought about in the last

The same smile at the police department formed on Venom's face. "Then you are the only one."

"What for?" Lincoln asked.

"For a very special event, a tournament that dates back thousands of years ago,"

"As you see, Lincoln, the human race has always been obsessed with power and the enjoyment of everything—prestige, praise, power, luxury. Dominion over everything."

"Greed and pride move the world, igniting the world's first major battle. In many cultures, they call it inspiring the strong."

"The power struggle that decides everything in this simple yet complex event

"The rise or fall of the greatest kingdoms was the result that marked this."

The conspiracy was even bigger than before. "What is he talking about?"

What championship.

tournament?

"That's how it is. For centuries, different cultures and nations have used tournaments to achieve a certain status. History books interpret them in different ways. From traditions, medieval duels, rituals, honor duels, and ceremonies to gods They all exist in different parts of the world, and they all have different names, but in reality they are "the same event that takes place in the world. A winner-takes-all battle between warriors. a martial tradition that started in ancient Rome during encounters with warriors from China."

It is believed that they brought it to Rome, which was known as a powerful empire, but when they encountered Chinese martial arts, this caused the fall and disappearance of the art of pankishation. Later, the martial arts that were created were precursors to the current mixed martial arts.