The organized Black Hound group had built a reputation that stretched across the entire city, whispered about in back-alleys and business lounges alike. They didn't just run illegal fight nights, they crafted experiences, curated spectacles. Their events were infamous, scattered like hidden gems or landmines depending on who you asked. And because their influence touched both the high-end business world and the darker underworld beneath it, their name was one that powerful people pretended not to know yet always feared crossing.
Fighters, rich thrill-seekers, secretive gamblers, every type of person found their way into Black Hound venues. That blend of hunger, danger, and power created something people couldn't resist, and it was exactly why the group kept expanding.
Each venue had its own atmosphere.
Some looked like gritty basements soaked in blood and sweat.
Others resembled luxurious nightclubs branched into arenas.
But one venue, this one, stood above the rest.
