Female Novel
Chapter 1210
Over here in North America.
It's eight o'clock in the evening.
Augus, dressed in a sleek black suit, sit in a private room of an underground combat pit.
Below, there's a wild crowd, deafening roars, and a flurry of dollar bills raining in the air.
Nestled in the lawless zone, this underground combat pit was a gold mine, its daily earnings unknown
to all.
Despite the numerous elites in North America vying for a piece of this lucrative pie, only Ian succeeded.
The fight club spanned seven floors, each covering an area of over thirty thousand square feet, with
each floor offering different thrills.
Countless elites flocked here, shedding their bourgeois skin to blend into this riotous cavalcade of the
night.
Augus sat, hands folded on his abdomen, silently observing the chaos below.
The door to his room opened, and in saunters Nydia, alluring in a black slip dress.
"Mr. Sanders, I've heard much about you. Didn't expect you to grace us with your presence here."
She ordered the finest coffee, a sly smile playing on her lips, before slinking onto a chair across from
Augus.
He didn't drink, his gaze fixed on the turmoil below.
This surprise visit by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia on her toes.
But as ten minutes ticked by without a word from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed in the brawl
below, Nydia tried to maintain her composure, sipping her coffee leisurely.
Only when the dust settled and a victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing pensively
against his signet ring.
"I'm here for a deal."
Nydia thought she misheard. Everyone knew the Sander family were the top dogs in North America. As
the former patriarch, why would Augus need to strike a deal?
"Mr. Sanders, am I hearing things?"
After all, the Sander family had always had a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even
once publicly derided God, calling him a mad dog.
Ian's bouts in the club were a secret. He always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he,
too, had once stepped into the ring. Age and defeat left him without a victory.
When Augus called God a mad dog, he was essentially branding Ian. But only the club insiders knew
God was Ian.
To the outside world, God was a desperate lunatic, hell-bent on defeating his opponents for cash.
When Augus faced Ian, he walked out of the club on his own two feet, despite Ian showing no mercy.
Rumor had it, he spent a month in the hospital afterward.
He left standing, propped up by nothing but a man's pride.
So Nydia had a bone to pick with Augus, for he had hurt Ian in their bout. And Ian hadn't walked awaynovelbin
unscathed either.
Augus, a former special forces soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor and an imposing aura, despite
his age.
"What deal does Mr. Sanders want to make?"
Augus picks up his coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee with a spoon.
"Ian's influence in Greenfield is impressive. A billion dollars, I want him to find my daughter."
Nydia, initially ready to scoff, furrowed her brow at this revelation.
"Isn't Miss Sanders your favored kid?"
Augus's face was void of any expression, his fingers idly stroking the rim of his coffee cup.
"I want to find my real daughter."
Nydia understood now. Judith probably wasn't Augus' biological child.
"Mr. Sanders, we're aware of your capabilities. You could easily handle this yourself. Why come to us?"
Augus pulled out a card, which Nydia recognized.
It represented one billion dollars in cash, accessible at any time.
Augus, not in the mood for further small talk, simply pushed the card towards her.
"This is just a deposit. I want my biological daughter back. The Sander family is vast, and the matter of
my daughter's disappearance is complicated, involving a wide range of factions. I can't manage it all
alone. Besides, I can't risk the search for my daughter becoming public knowledge, for fear it might put
her in danger."
His voice was steady, and despite being in his fifties, his eyes were sharp.
He produced another card identical to the first one, with the same billion-dollar limit.
"I'll leave this card with Ian for safekeeping. If he can truly find my daughter, he should give her this
card. I want her to live a decent life."