"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
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"You'll be working with Joe. Helping him with everything he needs. Usually, underground fight clubs don't have personal trainers but Fire Dragon is different. The better trained our guys are the more wins and the better reputation this club gets." Narong was walking fast, from spot to spot from room to room. It was supposed to be a more detailed excursion of the club because Narong was more than sure that Earth didn't do exactly the best job in showing Mix around, however, Mix right now thought that he knew less about the Fire Dragon than he knew before he even got there.
"Umm, I'm sorry but I might have some questions once in a while because I'm not entirely sure that I will remember everything you are saying here right now. But maybe..." Mix stopped walking and took out his phone, "maybe I can just write everything down."
"No!" Narong's hand was squeezing Mix's wrist tightly. "Everything I'm telling you here is only for your ears and your mind. Nothing about this club or the members of the club is allowed to be written... anywhere! This is an illegal business, buddy, remember? I don't need anything of what I'm saying to you being written somewhere."
"But it's just my phone," Mix smiled innocently. If Narong was bothered by Mix taking some notes on his phone then he sure as hell wouldn't appreciate the day Mix would release an entire article about this club. Fire Dragon had answers about Mix's father, but it was also an illegally ran fight club that shouldn't be existing at all. It was Mix's duty to get the club closed... as soon as he would have all the answers he was looking for.
"I don't care if it's just your phone, your hand or a piece of toilet paper; you are not writing down anything about this place!"
"Okay, okay. No writing down, I'm sorry," Mix put his phone back into his back pocket and followed Narong to the locker room. It wasn't like Mix needed to write things down, he just wanted to make some notes of things he thought could be helpful for his investigation and he really didn't want something to slip his mind. But fine, Mix could go without it. Not the first time he couldn't make notes right on the "scene" and yet he still pulled off a great piece of journalistic work — not his own words... Sierra's.
"You are starting tomorrow at 2.30. Earth should be here, doing some light workouts. He has had some trouble with his wrist recently so he is trying not to use it too much. He always goes all in when it comes to fights. He is most of the time in a hundred per cent condition but with that wrist injury he has been a little more cranky than usual, but I'm sure you'll be able to handle him. You two seemed to hit it off pretty well, yesterday."
Mix cocked his eyebrow, "I'm not sure whether you are serious or you are joking. I really hope you are joking."
Mix looked unimpressed, watching Narong with narrowed eyes.
Narong chuckled, "look, Earth is not so easy. It takes a lot of time and patience to crack his outer shell. You could say that he is a tough nut to crack. But once you do... you'll be glad that you did. Besides, you may think that you started pretty bad with him, yesterday, but at least he argued with you. Usually, he ignores new folks completely."
