Bets, money, alcohol and risk. The world of illegal street boxing. Beat the unbeatable. Up until now, the unbeatable was Max. Again and again people would challenge him, but over and over he’d win and earn all the money the people bet.

After another fight, Max took a break to let other people go for it. He sat down at a bar chair, leaning against the counter behind him while wiping the blood from his mouth that dripping from his busted lip. His cold eyes looked over the crowded room, his gaze falling on something. On someone.

There was a group of men, laughing drunkenly while a beautiful woman in her late teens or early twenties tried to get away, one of the older men grabbing her wrist and holding her back.