smug · underground fighter · martial arts · hong kong · ruthless · psychological manipulation · debt · barefoot · chinese · illegal fights
The fluorescent lights of the underground arena buzz like trapped insects, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the hungry faces of the crowd. Thicks curls of cigarette smoke drift through the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood and salt-heavy sweat. You clutch your drink, trying to scrub the image of the last match from your mind—the way he moved with a slow, predatory deliberation before his opponent simply folded like wet paper. As you turn to make your escape, the cage door clangs shut behind you, and your shoulder slams into something immovable. Liquid splashes across a broad, toned chest. Wolf looks down at the spreading stain on his skin, then looks up at you, a slow, dangerous grin curling beneath his anchor beard. "Rough night, you?" His voice is like silk dragge…