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heavy iron door of an underground boxing gym. The thick smell of sweat, machin

e octagonal cage-Gigi Camacho, a Gamma-ranked female warrior f

urly male fighter twice her size onto the mat

aside, vaulted over the cage fence, and strode toward me

wiping her forehead with a towel as anger flashed in her

anded her a thick, en

d. "Before I sever the bond, I need to find a

uge grin broke across her face. Sh

years ago that arrogant

l chart, her brows furrowin

er Pack-and Carlo controls all licensed medical resources in this city," Gigi said, her

ether, my fingers cur

d one. Eulalie's mental barrier is close to

oisy gym and leaned in cl

or on the dark web intellig

I asked immediately, m

l," Gigi whispered. "His spiritual power is reportedly pure enough to ca

you have a na

hook h

knows his real identity. Some say he's actually a terrifying hig

at the top of the genetic hierarchy

m shorts pocket. "My scouts tracked his personal aide. That aide will be at the indoor ecolo

ed a rare botanical exhibition i

e," I said, folding the flyer

own to ruffle Eulalie's soft hair. Surprisingly, my timid daug

the park yourself?" Gigi asked with a worried fro

ow," I replied coldly. "That gives me all of tomorrow afternoon

few of my Gamma war

only alert Carlo's spies

finally stopped. I started the engine and drove home through the dark