"Okay. If there are no more suggestions for new members, let's move on to the next topic."
Suddenly, the meeting of the goths was interrupted by something unheard of in the cemetery. The terrible sound of people from Vitoria and the screaming of emotions. In addition to the strong artificial light that drowned out the moonlight.
"What the hell?" Haiku said, turning to the tower of light that was projected in front of them.
"Who dares to spoil the beauty of this sacred place with cheerful lights and noise?" Voris said.
The group did not want to stay with suspicion and headed towards the source of the light and noise.
They finally arrived. This came from behind a hill. The group climbed the hill carefully and discreetly so as not to be discovered. When they reached the chasm, they hid behind some bushes. The source of the light and noise was a group of people wearing very elegant suits, so colorful and decorated with jewels and gold and silver decorations that it could not be a funeral.
Things started to take shape a little when a man wearing a striped shirt, like a football referee's shirt, stood up in the middle of the crowd and started speaking.
"Tonight, it will be decided which of these two companies will be accepted to sign the ownership contract for the land in question."
"According to Article Three, Fifteenth Paragraph of Article Twenty-Eight of the Organization Law, if three companies want the same land, two of them must resolve the conflict."
"These are selected based on the number of deals their current representatives have closed."
"The two with the fewest number of closed deals should compete for the right to be one of the two companies that will bid for control of the final asset."
The Goths understood what that was.
"It is merely a petty party of shallow capitalists coming together to line their greedy pockets."
"Shut up, Dante. They'll hear us" Persephone hushed the big chick as the rest of the group took notice.
The man wearing the referee's uniform spoke again.
"Representing the Petrovich Mining Company: Ivan Sokolov (Siberian Hammer)"
A muscular man emerges from a shrine with a blond military haircut.
"Representing Venomous Industries. Lincoln Loud (White Wolf)"
Upon hearing this name, the Goths paid more attention to what was happening.
From another shrine came a boy covered in an animal skin robe. His head was covered with a hood. But when the cloak was removed from his body, Lucy couldn't believe it and screamed.
"Lincoln!?"
The other club members covered Lucy's mouth. The girl raised her fellow club member's hands from her mouth. Apparently, no one noticed the scream she let out because everyone was doing the same thing.
"What the hell is Lincoln doing there?"
Club members had mixed reactions.
While Voris, Dante, and Morpheus looked curiously at the albino boy, Haiku and Persephone had red cheeks that stood out thanks to their pale skin.
"Will your brother fight this (Mastodon)? Lucy, they will kill your brother." Morpheus looked genuinely afraid of what could happen to his friend's brother. But he received only a smile in response.
"I bet fifty dollars that my brother wins."
These words confused the goths. But they accepted the bet anyway.
For his part, Ivan was talking to his boss.
"Boss. You didn't tell me anything about fighting a kid."
"Don't trust yourself, Ivan. This boy has four victories in less than a month."
"Wow. American fighters think they're insensitive. Don't worry, boss. I'll finish this kid off before he can attack me."
Both fighters face each other at a distance of one meter. The referee stands ready to start the match.
"Fighters ready? Fight!"
Both are launched against each other. Ivan tried to land a direct hit, but Lincoln dodged it by turning his head to the side and connecting a blow with Evan's nose, which began to bleed.
"Oh my CHERRT NARRIS" (he cursed in Russian) "he broke my nose with one blow. The boss wasn't exaggerating. This kid is stronger than I thought. It would be better if I fought seriously from now on."
Ivan started landing hook strikes, but none of them reached Lincoln. For his part, Lincoln avoided Ivan's blows while his own hits reached Ivan.
When Ivan landed a hook, Lincoln dodged it and responded with a strong punch. When he received a direct hit, Lincoln dodged it and countered it forcefully. When he threw a big punch, he dodged it and countered with a strike. When he landed a jab, Lincoln would dodge it and counter with a straight punch.
This was Lincoln's combat system. Dodge, push, and hit. The key was to use the power of the move to dribble and not counterattack with the same strike as his opponent.
Ivan was fed up with the boy who constantly made fun of him by dodging punches, which made him feel ashamed. To the person who was once a national champion in mixed martial arts. It is named as a symbol of the power of Mother Russia.
Ivan tried to land another blow, but was caught by the arm and fell to the ground with a judo submission.
He and the Morticians Club couldn't believe that a kid half the size of the Russian was controlling the fight.
"That move. I knew your fighting style was familiar to me. Tell me. Do you know a certain Alexa Volkova?"
"Of course. She was the one who taught me judo and boxing," the albino answered.
"Absolutely yes. The legendary Volkov fighting style. Used by the secret military police during the time of the Communist Party. It was created and perfected by the Volkov family. When the party fell silent, many were promoted."
"Alexa. She survived, but she lost sight in one eye from the gunshot wound. I think I know why she was shot now."