"The Roman? You want to know about him?" Helena said awkwardly. "There really aren't many people in Gotham who don't know him."
"Then tell me how he makes his money."
Miao Mu crossed one leg over the other and leaned an elbow on the bar, his gaze sweeping toward the octagonal cage. He had no idea which bastard down there had come up with that rotten suggestion.
"Twist his balls off! Twist them like that!"
At that shout, the two men fighting desperately inside the octagonal cage both stopped in eerie unison and stared at each other's crotches.
The darkest moment had arrived. Could they really do it?
The next second, the two men lunged into an embrace, both reaching for the other's groin. Every male present instinctively clenched his legs together, and Miao Mu was no exception.
It was too shocking!
"Hey! Did you even hear what I just said?"
Helena slapped the table, pulling Miao Mu back from his rapt attention on the octagonal cage.
"What?" Miao Mu turned his head and asked, though his eyes were still fixed on the cage. The two men had veins bulging from their foreheads, flushed faces, trembling bodies, and clenched teeth as they put strength into their hands.
It was the kind of scene that made you feel agonizing pain just from looking at it!
Helena glanced over as well and curled her lips in disgust. Too... perverted.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
A scream so tragic it broke the hearts of those who heard it rang out from the octagonal cage. The loser clutched his bloodied crotch and fell to his knees crying, while the winner also covered his crotch and dropped to his knees.
Mutual destruction...
"What did you say just now?" Miao Mu sucked in a breath and hurriedly turned away, no