When Alvin returned to Las Vegas, Nick and the others nearly drove him out of his mind.
A few kids had gone and done something huge: the most famous underground fight club in Las Vegas had been blown to rubble, and a large group of devils hiding in the city had been wiped out.
The worst part was that more than a dozen fighters who had escaped the arena had committed dozens of robberies around Las Vegas. Those had gradually turned into shootings, and the violence seemed to be spreading.
Nick had never imagined that the "Slave Beast Arena" he had tracked down by following the Gray Wolf Gang's trail would cause so much damage to Las Vegas.
He had thought he was doing the right thing...
The guys locked in cages, waiting to fight Monstrous Beasts to the death, had all seemed pretty nice.
Who could have guessed that the moment they escaped, they'd turn into beasts no better than devils?
Staring at the Summer Homework Alvin had specifically brought over from the school, Nick sighed and looked at his equally devastated friends. "We were rescuing people. Sure, those guys were criminals, but that doesn't mean they deserved to be playthings for devils.
Alvin's gone completely crazy. I haven't touched a pen in forty days..."
Little Harry wrote Ginny's name on the Summer Homework he'd done with his left hand, earning himself a sweet smile.
Then he glanced at Mindy, who was biting her pencil and staring into space, before turning to Nick. "We knew those Slave Fighters were all wanted criminals. We should've notified the FBI back then.
Once they escaped, they'd need food and money for the road. It's not like Las Vegas has any charities that would help them."
Nick shook his head with a sigh.