Half an hour after collecting his money and leaving the arena where the fight had occurred, Zac had traversed more than half of the city, successfully distancing himself from the dangerous outskirts.
Many people interested in his prize money were still searching for him, but given his extraordinary abilities, no one was close to catching up with Zac.
As he rode the bus toward his neighborhood, Zac clutched his suitcase of money tightly and chose a seat far from anyone else in the vehicle.
Staying out of trouble was easy for someone like him. With his skills, Zac could foresee potential problems and take preventive measures.
It was the middle of the night, a time when there was little activity on transport services.
As the bus swayed, driven at high speed as was typical for local drivers during off-peak hours, Zac felt the toll of today's fight on his body.
