Thora's POV: "Thora, this is the largest underground black market in Starlance City." I followed Harvey into the underground beneath Starlance City. While listening to his introduction, I surveyed the massive structure before me that resembled an underground palace. This place was truly hidden under Starlance City. The entrance was on a street that didn't fall under any pack's jurisdiction. If Harvey hadn't told me, I never would've guessed this was underground. The surrounding buildings and the entire street were identical to scenes above ground. Even the sky overhead was created with 3D projection, so realistic you couldn't tell it was fake.With such an elaborate setup, I refused to believe there wasn't some major boss pulling the strings behind the scenes. Ashton clasped his hands behind his head and added, "Harvey's been hanging around here since he was 13 years old. Now he's got some fame in the underground fighting club. I started coming here with him two years ago. Sometimes I pick up some black market goods. "That building up ahead is the underground's largest auction center. All the expensive contraband that can't be sold openly gets auctioned off there." Harvey pointed to the palace-like structure ahead. I nodded and asked, "Don't you have a fight tonight?" That was why he'd invited me here. He'd mentioned it a couple of days ago. Harvey nodded excitedly, cracking his knuckles eagerly. "That's right. Come with me." I followed him into another corridor. The cheering ahead grew louder and louder. Pushing open a door, I saw two werewolves shifting on the arena floor. Everyone inside was shouting like crazy. The air was thick with adrenaline-pumping testosterone. The moment Harvey entered, his whole demeanor changed. Every inch of his muscle tensed and hardened. He no longer concealed his formidable wolf power, letting it freely cover his entire body. I glanced at Harvey. With such a powerful physique and wolf power as stable as an adult werewolf's, he was indeed a natural-born fighter. From Harvey's explanation, I learned the underground fighting matches were divided into three tiers. The lowest tier was pure hand-to-hand combat, with no wolf power allowed. Mainly for werewolves who hadn't awakened their wolf spirits or those who wanted to practice basic close-quarters combat. But these matches had low entertainment value and the smallest audience. Apparently the arena was considering canceling these unprofitable matches. The middle tier was half-wolf fighting, which allowed the use of wolf power but no shifting. This was convenient for competitors with unusual wolf forms or those who wished to keep their identities hidden. We were now watching the highest tier—full-wolf fighting. In this category, competitors were permitted to fully shift and use their wolf power without restriction. The arena was encircled by specially designed energy shields, capable of withstanding the impact of wolf-form combat while ensuring the spectators' safety. Harvey, Ashton, and I stood by the arena watching the match. A black wolf and a gray wolf were locked in fierce combat on the platform.The gray wolf made the first move. As its hind legs pushed off the ground and it leaped into the air, wolf power wrapped around its claws, making them gleam coldly. With a sharp whistle, it lunged at the black wolf, going straight for its throat. The black wolf had already anticipated this. While dodging sideways, its tail wrapped in wolf power suddenly swept toward the gray wolf's abdomen, sending it stumbling. But what followed seemed off. The black wolf clearly had the upper hand but didn't press its advantage. Instead, when the gray wolf counterattacked, it deliberately slowed down. Even after batting the gray wolf away with its claws several times, it waited for it to get back up before continuing. This wasn't a life-or-death fight at all. It was clearly a cat toying with a mouse. ... Third-person POV: In the best viewing position above the entire arena sat a strikingly handsome mixed-blood man lounging in a chair. His hair was long with curls that brushed his shoulders. Beneath it, his face was all sharp angles and quiet intensity. His blue eyes had a watchful, almost predatory alertness, radiating a cunning and cold charm. Within ten feet of him, no one dared to approach. An aura of death and slaughter formed an invisible field, isolating him from his surroundings. He wore black boots, his legs crossed, watching the two fighters on the platform with some impatience. "Boss, looks like Sharkie's having too much fun. When's he going to finish this?" The woman beside him said in a low voice, watching the black wolf on the platform. This woman wore only a leather crop top and tight leather pants. Guns were clearly strapped to her long, athletic legs. She was completely unbothered by the exposure. "He's definitely having too much fun," Lance said. His cold, alluring eyes darkened, and he stood up. "Let's go." As he spoke, his fingers curled. A trace of dark purple energy rippled from his fingertips as he moved them gently. The gray wolf that had been fighting Sharkie's wolf form suddenly seemed gripped by an invisible force. Its body went rigid, then fell straight from the platform, crashing heavily to the ground. Watching this scene, Thora's brow furrowed as she scanned her surroundings warily. A special ability? She'd actually sensed the power of a special ability in this timeline!