Chapter Three: Three Minutes, Thirty Days

[Target voluntarily stopped attacking. Challenge complete.] [Rhythmic Breathing permanently acquired.] As the chat demanded an explanation, Ghost retrieved the cash and pulled a sheet from the lining. “The client left no name, only this. If you had humiliated me, I would have wrecked the place. You honored the rules, so I can’t keep the money.” It was an internal Tianheng list of independent venues. Iron Dome was circled in red: REMOVE WITHIN THIRTY DAYS. Zhou Lan went pale. “You knew?” Lin Ran asked. “I knew Tianheng was acquiring old gyms. I didn’t know they were using underground fighters.” “What about your tattoo?” Ghost laughed first. “A silver balance belongs to direct members of the Shen family.