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"I'll talk to you later but man, I gotta introduce you to some old contacts who wanna talk to you." Click.
What the fuck are you getting yourself into?
Well, no time to dwell on that. You quickly pray towards whatever bizarre specters were keeping an eye after you in case they're still watching before you climb into the ring through a small ladder leading up to the only door in or out.
It promptly seals shut. The only way out is to beat this guy in a fight it seems. For a moment he seems to scoff at the idea of fighting you but he immediately loses his smirk. The crowd of drunk gamblers begins to ramble upon seeing you as well.
"Wait, didn't they say something about a girl with antlers opening up sea trade after killing a real nasty naval captain?"
"Yeah, yeah! Pink eyes, reddish-pink hair. I heard those stories too!"
"I heard something about how she can rip your soul out if she looks at you funny!"
"Didn't S-Corp made a press release about how trade is up 1500% over the last two weeks?"
[CAPTAIN'S COMMAND] ...Hehehe.
The muttering continues on, growing more feverish and obsessed by the second. While they might not be sure if you're REALLY the one who did it, it seems like that tale has spread across the City over the last few weeks.
"Not risking it." The gangster immediately goes in for a killing uppercut. You dodge out of the way but he refuses to let up. The fight has barely even started but this man is throwing wild haymakers and jabs at you with enough force to shatter bones. How do you know this?
Whenever he misses a swing and smashes it against one of the chain walls, <span class="mu-r">the wall bends and cracks on impact.</span> Shit, you didn't expect the fight to get this serious.
You just keep dodging, dodging, dodging. Hoping that he'll eventually tire out. Every single punch he throws misses you by mere inches and he never gives you a moment to take a breath. Yet it's clear he's getting sloppier with his swings; He's getting tired.
But so are you. A rock-hard fist is jabbed right into your stomach, causing you to nearly vomit from the sheer impact of it.
>-1 FLESH (reduced from 2!)
Then again. You feel something cracking.
>-1 FLESH! (reduced from 2!)
Then again. Blood oozes underneath your bodysuit.
>-1 FLESH! (reduced from 2!) 2/5 FLESH LEFT!
The force of each punch was dampened, distributed throughout your whole body instead of one singular point.
If you didn't have that pink combat zeta whatever suit on, you probably would've crumpled to the floor immediately but you're still standing. You can feel your EVIGT IMPLANT kicking into overdrive as you stare up at the GANGSTER.
He's confused at why you didn't pass out from those three solid jabs. That gives you just enough time to throw your own punch at him. Taking Quentin's advice, you aim right for the liver.
>22!
It hits just right. While that punch doesn't do much in terms of actually hurting him, the sheer pain of a liver shot immediately sends him to his knees.
