Chapter 888 Those Who Yearn For Love Are The Foolish Ones

The fight in the arena had already begun, with an intense atmosphere both inside and outside the ring.

When the last wolf was killed, everyone raised their hands in celebration.

Admiration and cheers—mixed with sweat, smoke, and the smell of alcohol—filled the space.

The air was thick with intense hormones, seemingly on the verge of explosion.

All the scents mingled together, ultimately culminating in cheers.

"God! God!"

"God! God!"

"God!"

Caleb did not remove his mask as he left the arena. He tore off the blood-stained cloth from his fists.

Sweat rolled down from his forehead, dripping over his well-defined muscles.

His upper body, bare and glistening with sweat, was a sight to behold.

Having vented his frustrations in the fight just now, he felt much better.

He took a bottle of mineral water offered by someone nearby and returned to the same room as before.

However, right when he opened the door, he was met with the sight of the woman being held up against the wall by a