Bingchuan and several vampires accompanying him led Xia Tianming into a corridor behind the bar.
The corridor was dimly lit, and the red lights gave it an eerie atmosphere.
Strange sounds occasionally came from the small rooms on either side, sometimes like moans, sometimes like wails.
But seeing that the man still wore a calm expression, Bingchuan felt a little puzzled.
Most people would have started to panic by the time they were brought somewhere like this, yet he looked completely composed. Was he just pretending to be calm, or was he expressionless by nature?
The whole way here, Bingchuan hadn't seen him show any expression other than calmness...
When Xia Tianming followed them to the end of the corridor, they stopped in front of a tightly shut door. A burly man who looked like a bodyguard stood there.
When he saw them approaching, the man opened the door, revealing what lay beyond.
It turned out to be a spacious room resembling an underground fight club. An iron cage enclosed a fighting ring in the center, where two shirtless men were currently battling fiercely.
Their fighting style was primitive and brutal. They wore no protective gear and traded blow after blow. Even when one had his nose smashed crooked or broken, he didn't utter a sound.
Their strength, speed, and stamina were all far beyond those of ordinary people. No one knew how long they'd been fighting, and blood from their wounds had stained most of the ring red. Yet that only made the two fighters more frenzied.
Below the ring, a crowd of male escorts and women shouted and cheered. It was the first time the women had witnessed a spectacle this thrilling, and they were especially excited.
As soon as Xia Tianming followed Bingchuan inside, there was a