Chapter 1210


    Over here in North America.


    It''s eight o''clock in the evening.


    Augus, dressed in a sleek ck suit, sit in a private room of an undergroundbat pit.


    Below, there''s a wild crowd, deafening roars, and a flurry of dor bills raining in the air.


    Nestled in thewless zone, this undergroundbat pit was a gold mine, its daily earnings unknown


    to all.


    Despite the numerous elites in North America vying for a piece of this lucrative pie, only Ian seeded.


    The fight club spanned seven floors, each covering an area of over thirty thousand square feet, with


    each floor offering different thrills.


    Countless elites flocked here, shedding their bourgeois skin to blend into this riotous cavalcade of the


    night.


    Augus sat, hands folded on his abdomen, silently observing the chaos below.


    The door to his room opened, and in saunters Nydia, alluring in a ck slip dress.


    "Mr. Sanders, I''ve heard much about you. Didn''t expect you to grace us with your presence here."


    She ordered the finest coffee, a sly smile ying on her lips, before slinking onto a chair across from


    Augus.


    He didn''t drink, his gaze fixed on the turmoil below.


    This surprise visit by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia on her toes.


    But as ten minutes ticked by without a word from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed in the brawl


    below, Nydia tried to maintain herposure, sipping her coffee leisurely.


    Only when the dust settled and a victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing pensively


    against his si ring.


    "I''m here for a deal."


    Nydia thought she misheard. Everyone knew the Sander family were the top dogs in North America. As


    the former patriarch, why would Augus need to strike a deal?


    "Mr. Sanders, am I hearing things?"


    After all, the Sander family had always had a strained rtionship with thebat pit. Augus even


    once publicly derided God, calling him a mad dog.


    Ian''s bouts in the club were a secret. He always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he,


    too, had once stepped into the ring. Age and defeat left him without a victory.


    When Augus called God a mad dog, he was essentially branding Ian. But only the club insiders knew


    God was Ian.


    To the outside world, God was a desperate lunatic, hell-bent on defeating his opponents for cash.


    When Augus faced Ian, he walked out of the club on his own two feet, despite Ian showing no mercy.


    Rumor had it, he spent a month in the hospital afterward.


    He left standing, propped up by nothing but a man''s pride.


    So Nydia had a bone to pick with Augus, for he had hurt Ian in their bout. And Ian hadn''t walked away


    unscathed either.


    Augus, a former special forces soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor and an imposing aura, despite


    his age.


    "What deal does Mr. Sanders want to make?"


    Augus picks up his coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee with a spoon.


    "Ian''s influence in Greenfield is impressive. A billion dors, I want him to find my daughter."


    Nydia, initially ready to scoff, furrowed her brow at this revtion.


    "Isn''t Miss Sanders your favored kid?"


    Augus''s face was void of any expression, his fingers idly stroking the rim of his coffee cup.


    "I want to find my real daughter."


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    Nydia understood now. Judith probably wasn''t Augus'' biological child.


    "Mr. Sanders, we''re aware of your capabilities. You could easily handle this yourself. Whye to us?"


    Augus pulled out a card, which Nydia recognized.


    It represented one billion dors in cash, essible at any time.


    Augus, not in the mood for further small talk, simply pushed the card towards her.


    "This is just a deposit. I want my biological daughter back. The Sander family is vast, and the matter of


    my daughter''s disappearance isplicated, involving a wide range of factions. I can''t manage it all


    alone. Besides, I can''t risk the search for my daughter bing public knowledge, for fear it might put


    her in danger."


    His voice was steady, and despite being in his fifties, his eyes were sharp.


    He produced another card identical to the first one, with the same billion-dor limit.


    "I''ll leave this card with Ian for safekeeping. If he can truly find my daughter, he should give her this


    card. I want her to live a decent life."