Chapter 15: Debt Wiped Clean

On the third floor of Pazion Bar, it wasn't a place for guests to drink and dance but a boxing ring.  In the ring, two men were locked in a fierce fight. One was a burly, muscular man in his early twenties, wearing a headband typical of a Jader warrior. The other was a tall, frail man in his early thirties. Above the ring, on the viewing platform, a bald man with a Panther tattoo on his back and another middle-aged man in casual clothes with a refined appearance were watching the fight.  The...