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"You're a madman, Viktor," the promoter whispered. "Why take a five-to-one bet?"

Now it was personal. The brothers charged together, a wall of muscle. Viktor dropped low, swept the legs of the first, and used the falling body as a stepping stone to launch a flying knee into the second. "You're a madman, Viktor," the promoter whispered

As Viktor walked out of the ring, bruised and bloodied, the promoter approached him with a stack of bills. "You're a madman

He disappeared into the rainy night, leaving the Red Circle—and five broken men—behind him. swept the legs of the first

At the four-minute mark, the Boxer overextended. Viktor stepped inside the guard, a blur of motion. One strike to the solar plexus, one to the jaw. The Boxer folded. Four left.