Chapter 32

Hades' POV~

The ring groaned under my weight as I leaned against a post in the corner. The crowd cheered, yelled and whistled from behind the control barricades while the ref called for someone gutted enough to face me.

Human fighters steered clear of me. Not because they knew my identity but because I had knocked out several dozens of them in the very first round.

Werewolves, however, did so because they knew better than to cross me. They knew clashing with me would land them into a unnecessary bloodshed on a fair day let alone when I was pissed.

And I was goddamn apoplectic today.

I already tore down three training halls, dismantled fifty punching bags and sent my half-breed manager at Vilkas Corp. to the ER.

Underground fight club was my ultimate choice. Nothing beat the pleasure of releasing aggression on raw flesh and self-healing bones, and I had enough rushing through my veins like rough vesicular lava ready to overflow and massacre the whole world down to ashes.

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