After the fight concluded, Arslan and his crew were summoned back to one of one of many Elijah's lavish nightclubs to revel in celebration. The old man, amused over Arslan's resounding victory, spared no expense in treating his champion and his companions.
Nestled in the VIP section, the group was immersed in a whirlwind of luxury, with bottles flowing freely towards them, as though it were a cascade of confectionery delights. Surrounded by a bevy of women, the men and Sofia revealed in the festivities, embracing the jubilant spirit of the night with unrestrained fervor.
Amidst the lively revelry of his crew, Arslan found himself in a quieter section of the nightclub, engaged in a private conversation with Elijah. Seated across from each other, the atmosphere was tinged with a sense of earnestness as Arslan had yet to partake in the drink before him.
"So, what do you have to say?" Elijah inquired, his gaze fixed on Arslan, awaiting the impending revelation.
