"Do you know where this clan is?" Eve asked.
Diana denied, "no one knows, they change places a lot, but they usually use empty warehouses or old houses to play their games. They use the converts as gladiators and force them to fight to the death. It is said that the Union has gone after them several times, but they are very slippery."
Eva knew that underground fight clubs had a well-structured system, moved fast, and organized events efficiently, yet there was always a fixed place to keep their records and their slaves. It had to be a place where it would not attract attention, or maybe, they had the help of someone stronger, perhaps a clan leader or someone with the power to divert the attention of the Union.
"Go back to heal those wounds, in your condition, you will only get in the way and die in vain."
"But…"
"Don't make me regret saving you and giving you, my blood."
