The meeting place was an underground fight club belonging to the Luciente. People came here to watch the most violent and gruesome fight that the usual mainstream sport couldn't provide.
The entrance to a club was a conspicuous warehouse. Two big bodyguards stood in the front with their sunglasses on.
A simple glance and everyone would know that was something off about it. The Union knew about their existence but they allowed them to exist. As long as the operation of the club didn't impact civilians.
The two body guards frowned as they watched the two men approaching.
One covered their face entirely by some sort of weird dark fabric. The other wore a revealing suit that looked like some sort of playboy.
"What's your business here?" A bodyguard said.
"The name is Crow."
"Please go this way." The body guard moved to the side and opened the door for them.
