Chatper 1313

Chapter 1313

tan strode back to the underground fighting pit, his expression unreadable as the dim lights of the corridor flickered

above him. Nydia waited alone at the entrance, her silhouette a solitary figure against the stark shadows of the

doorway

“lan” she called out a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

With a nod, lan signaled her to take care of the unconscious man slung over his shoulder

Nydia’s gaze drifted to the mans face, noting the resemblance to lan, then promptly waved over two burly figures

to handle the situation.

Patric was strung up with iron chains, his feet barely touching the ground, still out cold

The last thing Patric remembered before blacking out was tan’s proposition of a deal. Now here he was, a captive

audience in the bowels of a fight club

“Throw some water on him lan instructed indifferently

A cup of icy water splashed across Patric’s face, jolting him awake. His eyelashes fluttered, and as his vision focused

on the refined figure seated before him, he raised an eyebrow his voice smooth as silk

lan, what’s this all about?

lan lounged in a sleek black chair exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty environment of the pit,

clung to him perfectly, emphasizing his imposing

presence

“You’re on the seventh level of the underground fighting pit, lan said calmly, “in a no man’s land”

Patric’s eyebrow quirked up again. He had connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t

expected it to be laris. That was a surprise

Trying to reach out mentally, Patric sought Enc. “Your little brother is quite the enigma, isn’t he? Owning a piece of

the underworld like this fighting pit. I’m keener than ever to kill him What do you think. Eric? Will I get my chance?”

But there was no reply Enc had been silent for so long that Patric wondered if his alter ego had vanished for good.

With Eric unreachable, Patric’s attention returned to lan, but lans next words stopped him cold.

“The first personality is Eric What’s the second one called?”

lans tone was casual, as if multiple personalities were no big deal to him.

Patric’s expression grew senious. He remembered lan’s stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja

night under his nose. No doubt, lan had overheard something about his split personality.

Deciding to come clean, because playing the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating Patric’s gaze hardened

lan, unfazed, flicked his wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously close to Patric’s throat.

Unintimidated, Patric simply raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and

your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him You wouldn’t want to see him dead, would you?”

At that, lan moved the knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this time. Man or woman, everyone cherished their

face

The lightness vanished from Patric’s eyes, replaced by a deep, sinking gravity.

He glanced around This wasn’t Greenfield. There was no Bernard to help him here.

Bringing him to this place, lan must have paid a significant price

Patric shrugged So, what’s all this about? Why bring me here?”

“You’ve been to the research facility I need you to remember everything about it”

Patric laughed genuinely amused but stopped abruptly, worried lan might mar his face

“Why would I know anything about the research facility? If i did, why would I stay put in Greenfield and not act?

Why would I need to rely on those guys to drive Eric out of this body?

As he finished, Patric’s eyes scanned the room again. A strange sense of familiarity washed over him. Despite his

influence in North America, he had never been to this so–called fighting pit

This place was a legal gray area, appearing here in any capacity could raise suspicions from other nations

“lan isnt there a hidden liquor cabinet around here? About a hundred meters to your left?”

lan frowned. There had been a hidden liquor cabinet in that exact spot. But that was old news The pit had been

renovated since then, and the cabinet had been moved

How could Patric know about it, having never set foot in this place? And the seventh level was a secret, accessible

only to the management of the fighting pit and not even to las personal guards

How did Patric know about the cabinet?