Leaving the fight, Gary and Innu went to a little area that had been set up a small distance away from where the host was. Here, there were tables laid out, where they had money processing machines, laptops and a little more.
All of them looked to be older than the fighters and others that turned up, and when Gary saw them he could clearly tell that they were gangsters.
“They look scary, right.” Innu whispered to him. “But you know, someday we might be running something like this as well. Do you know why no one fights at these things? Outside of the ring I mean. It’s because the ones that organise these types of fights in the smaller tired cities and towns like us, don’t belong to the gangs in this area and they themselves they belong to the gangs in the cities above, the higher tiers.
“If anyone causes a fight, messes with the ones organising this or is crazy enough to go after their money, it would very likely get the entire gang behind it involved.” Innu explained.