One passerby commented, "This kind of sleazy joint should've been shut down ages ago—talk about karma!"

Someone replied, "Exactly! My husband used to come here twice a month, dropping thousands every time. No matter how much I tried to talk sense into him, he wouldn't stop. But now? Finally, I can relax!"

Another chimed in, "Damn… I have to say, I'm going to miss Number 9 and Number 11. Those nights were legendary! The way they—ugh, never mind. Some memories are just too good to forget!"

A few seasoned veterans stood outside the wreckage of Dream Paradise, sighing nostalgically at the club's downfall.

Andrew patted Rodney's shoulder and grinned. "Rodney, I owe you one."

Rodney quickly waved it off. "Mr. Lloyd, please—this was nothing. It's what I should do."

Andrew nodded. "Alright, then take your guys and head back. It's over now."

Without hesitation, Rodney gathered the Madblade Martial Academy crew and left. Dylan followed soon after, leaving only Natasha behind.

She