Chapter 1893


    No one, not even Persephone’s parents or the persuasion of Zephyr and Nichs, could deter her from


    making her decision. –


    A few dayster, Persephone arrived in Flinge, the central city of the five provinces by the border. It


    was far from Centrolis, a world she had never seen before. Here, it was different from elsewhere, with


    its prosperity and darkness, a ce of extravagance and infamy.


    This area was a mix of everything, housing many fugitives, drug dealers, and wanted criminals. It was a


    haven for crime, as the rumors suggested.


    “I heard Greta was sold to human traffickers by her own father!” Persephone remembered Theodore’s


    words. “There are many human traffickers in Flinge. They torture kidnapped girls in various ways… The


    ce is terrifying. Are you really going there?”


    Persephone looked up at the neon signs overhead and took a deep breath.


    In truth, human traffickers posed no threat to her. Even if there was no influence from the Hamertons


    there, they wouldn’t allow her to face danger alone. Zuko had dispatched elite Hamerton bodyguards to


    protect her secretly, and Nichs had arranged manpower in advance upon her arrival in Flinge.


    After all, the Hamertons belonged to the legitimate business world, but in a ce like Flinge, the


    influence of underworld forces was more prominent.


    “Don’t let Ms. Persephone find out!” They had reminded their subordinates before their departure. They


    just needed her to know that she was absolutely safe no matter where she was.


    The streets of Flinge left Persephone a bit overwhelmed. It was different from Centrolis’ grandeur—


    even the prosperity here carried a hint of allure.


    Especially at night… Underground casinos, underground arenas, red-light districts… They transformed


    this ce into another world.


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    Persephone wandered around this area for over a week. She knew someone was tailing her, and she


    knew the button on her bag was a tracking device.


    Although she disliked the feeling of being watched, she understood she was the apple of her family’s


    eye. Her parents, grandparents—both maternal and paternal, even her granduncle in Cumulus City—


    loved her more than themselves.


    She couldn’t allow any harm toe to herself. The bodyguards were necessary, and her safety was a


    priority. Even if she didn’t care for herself, she had to ensure her own safety for those who loved her.


    However, things took an unexpected turn in the second week. The local factions targeted the


    bodyguards shadowing her.


    The bodyguards were mistaken for members of rival factions, and they were attacked. Oblivious to it


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    s, seeking Greta’s whereabouts…


    Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon a clue and formed a n to rescue Greta.


    In the underground arena, amidst the hazy lights and the frenzied crowd’s cheers, fighters battled for


    their lives. These fighters had signed a life-or-death contract. They weren’t just fighting for a lucrative


    prize but also for a chance to survive.


    A misstep meant only two oues—either being maimed or killed.


    The strong scent of hormones excited the nerves of women in the crowd, screaming and generously


    rewarding the fighters. Among these fights, one involved the most renowned fighter in Flinge…


    Morpheus Orton.


    As he entered, the cheers from the crowd escted, almost lifting the roof. His movements were fluid


    and precise—a powerful throw followed by a heavy punch, and his opponent was thrown out of the


    ring, down and out.


    The boxing ring bore marks of blood, and as Morpheus licked his lips, wiping sweat from his face, the


    referee’s countdown ended without the opponent rising.


    The referee raised Morpheus’ hand, prompting another wave of screams from the crowd. Those who


    had bet on him won fortunes, while those who had bet against faced enormous debts and left gloomily.


    Morpheus descended from the ring with an indifferent expression, heading to a corner. He removed his


    gloves and bandages, grabbing an ice pack from a bucket to ce it directly on his head. The


    refreshing sensation spread from his head to his entire body, the mix of water and sweat trickling down


    his muscr chest, disappearing into the edge of his shorts.