Chu Mu pushed open the door and walked into the Fight Club.
A wave of heat greeted him, mingled with the smells of sweat and machine oil-the distinctive scent of the Fight Club.
Humans were not the only ones who fought in the Fight Club. Sometimes, robots and Fragmentum Monsters were brought in too.
For a fighter, defeating such powerful enemies was an immense honor.
But Chu Mu had come at the wrong time.
The spectators were filing out of the Fight Club with their heads hanging.
Someone lamented:
"If only Luka were here. Tonight's matches really weren't worth watching."
"Yeah, just a bunch of weaklings flailing at each other. Were they up there doing aerobics?"
"Speaking of which, where did Luka go? Does anyone know?"
Chu Mu brushed past them.
He had heard Hook mention Luka before. Apparently, he was a member of the Moles.
Luka the Iron Arm.
Wait, weren't the Moles all a bunch of little brats?
Why was one of them fighting here?
Chu Mu's expression darkened.
After all, his conflict with Scott had started because Scott was rounding up children to hold matches.
Still, Chu Mu did not act rashly.
He believed that such things should not happen in Boulder Town under Wildfire's governance.
Natasha and Oleg would never let the Fight Club's current owner do whatever he pleased.
There had to be a reason.
Just then, the owner noticed Chu Mu, a lavishly dressed guest.
"Ah, this way, honored guest. Let me show you to a private room upstairs." The current owner, Dr. Juejue, hurried over.
He looked quite young, unlike the weary, lifeless Scott.
He wore glasses, and his hair stood straight up, giving him an energetic appearance.
Chu Mu knew him. He had once been the Fight Club's commentator and had