He strode forward coldly until, after turning several corners and lifting another curtain, he found himself where voices boiled over. The crowd was mostly made up of enthusiastic women, shouting excitedly "Beat him, beat him," along with a few short men in conical hats clinging to their wives, fear written all over their faces.
On the stage, two men were fighting. They were dressed similarly to Black Eagle, wearing masks and tokens at their waists. One was pinned beneath the other, who straddled his opponent's belly and delivered several punches without restraint. Both fighters had a fierce determination, as if they were willing to risk their lives just to defeat the other.
Black Eagle stood still for a long moment; afterward, he seemed slightly dazed as he looked at the boisterous women with their loud voices.
He pursed his lips and suddenly felt a touch of loneliness.
"Ah, this is the place, Xisan Alley, number twelve!"
