"Disrespectful? To who?"
"Edenshaw"
"Who is he? Is he the one who did the tattoo?"
"Something like that. You see," Lincoln proceeded to tell the story of the blind Indian who had taught him to use his senses to the fullest and how he had been there for him as a second ancestor, and they had even exchanged blood, making Lincoln an honorary member of the tribe. Symbolically, he has this tattoo on his back. "He was the last of his tribe. He died a few weeks ago. That's why I can't erase it, mom. If I do, the legacy and history of Edenshaw's City will be lost forever. I'm an honorary member of his tribe. And no matter what anyone says, I will leave this tattoo with pride."
Rita looked at Lincoln with difficulty. She didn't approve of her son's tattoo at his age, but since it was something important to him, she had no choice but to accept it. "Okay, I'll leave you with this tattoo, but just this tattoo. Nothing more."
"Thanks, Mom," Lincoln hugged his mother, grateful that she was so understanding.
The rest of the time, Lincoln relaxed by the pool. The water was the perfect temperature for that cold winter night. While he was swimming quietly, someone approached him and whispered something in his ear. Lincoln got out of the pool and walked to the bathroom to change his clothes, under the pretext that he had work! Although it was technically correct, Lincoln entered the room where Professor Venomous was. He took out a remote from his pocket, and when he pressed the only button he had, a secret door in the wall opened. They both entered, and the wall closed behind them. Lincoln felt the room descend, realizing they were in an elevator. When they reached the end, they came out into a corridor that ended in the basement of the spa, but not the one that the employees knew; it was only accessible through secret elevators, and there were typical businessmen and agents of organizations. Collected. Secret battles.
"So this fight is over a security system?" Lincoln asked his boss.
"That's how it is. This battle is for investors to decide whether they want to invest in the Venomous Industries security system or the electronic eye monitoring system."
Lincoln hit the ground to create a mental image of his surroundings. On the battlefield was the opponent. A 1.9 meter tall man (6'3-foot) with a medium build, neither too thin nor too muscular, wearing a full-length black leather suit including his hands and face, only exposing his eyes and mouth, looks more like a masochistic suit.
The man looked at Lincoln and started laughing. "Very funny. Am I going to fight a kid? What a waste of my time."
Lincoln approaches the man and answers him. "You will lose more time when you are in the hospital."
They both walk away, and the referee stands in the center of the circle.
"Tonight's confrontation will be between the surveillance company, Cyber Eye, and the Venomous Industries company."
"Electronic Eye Monitoring is represented by Surveillance Systems Inc., The Man Without Pain: Gustav Fels."
"vs. Venom Industries Representative: The White Wolf: Lincoln Loud"
"Ready fighters. Fight!"
Lincoln runs at his opponent with a punch to the jaw and one to the stomach, followed by an upward kick to the jaw and one to the legs. Even though the latter brought him to his knees, the man did not complain, nor did he even defend himself. "What's the matter, idiot? you don't know that you can defend yourself?"
He stands up slowly. "Is that all you got? I was expecting more. Oh well. Now, it's my turn" Gustave lands a punch to Lincoln's jaw, followed by another punch and another, this time to the ribs. Lincoln tries to land a direct hit, but Gustave stops him by twisting his arm. "I didn't want this to end so soon, but I hope you understand that this tournament is no place for children."
"Don't worry, this isn't over yet." Lincoln grabs one of the sleeves of Gustave's suit and then falls backwards, crushing his opponent. He then changes his position, regaining movement in the arm that held the sleeve, then lifts him into the air and slams him into the ground, tearing off a good part of the suit and ending up stomping him on the face. "Is this enough for you?"
Gustave starts laughing again and stands up. His nose bled like a running faucet, and he spat out five teeth, but he kept laughing. "You still don't understand. I can't be defeated by such weak blows. They call me the man without pain for a reason. I have a congenital sensitivity to pain." Gustave bites his bare hand, and it begins to bleed. On the man's arm, there are scars of every kind. Wounds, burns, and even stitches. "Humans faint from pain because the damage is so great that the body shuts down, but because I am deprived of this sensation, I can withstand the blows that my opponents inflict on me. I am invincible." Gustave finished his tirade and entered a fighting stance.
"So, are you immune to pain? Fine. Then I'll fight seriously."
Lincoln runs to Gustave with his hand open and fingers spread apart, grabs him by the face, and slams him to the ground, but Gustave grabs his arm again and puts him in an armbar submission. Lincoln hits Gustave's legs, but this has no effect on him, so he uses force with his arm on the ground, turns and lifts his opponent, leaving them both face down, and frees himself from the choke. This last move left Lincoln tired of the force he had to apply. Before he could get up, Gustave got up first and stomped on Lincoln's head, sending him face-first onto the ground.