"Brother Jun, Black Wolf has arrived!"
In a private room on the second floor of the underground fighting ring, Jie Jun was relishing the services of a woman dressed in a school uniform.
Bandages were wrapped around his arms and thighs, with small patches of crimson oozing from the wounds.
He appeared as if he wasn't injured at all.
"Bring him up!"
Soon, escorted by several men, a black man with both hands and feet shackled in handcuffs and chains was brought in.
The black man was muscular yet not fat, with long limbs. Currently, he only wore shorts, his body bare. A large wolf head tattoo adorned his chest.
"Honorable Mr. Jie, this is the latest product from our Siberian Training Camp. His name is Black Wolf. He once killed a pack of wolves including the alpha with his bare hands. However, he has a bit of a temper and often does some undesirable things," said the middleman from the Siberian Training Camp, a short and chubby four-eyed guy, apparently a liaison of some sort.
