Chapter 2584

The five of them cruised along the city streets. Other than admiring the beautiful Sonceran women, there wasn't much to do, so they headed to a bullring. In Soncera, bullfighting wasn't just a pastime—it was part of their bloodline. They called themselves bullfighters and built their cultural identity around it. The concept itself was brutally simple. Sturdy bulls were kept in the arena. The bullfighters would provoke them with a red cloth, toy with them, and eventually kill them. That was pretty much all there was to it. Perseus and the gang bought front-row seats and sat together. He and Clarissa sat in the middle, drinks and popcorn in hand. But none of them had much of an appetite. The stench of bull dung was overpowering, and the sweltering heat had drawn swarms of flies into the arena. "Son of a bitch!" Liam growled. He had none of the polish or restraint expected of a wealthy, successful man. The moment something didn't go his way, he unleashed a stream of curses. "This du