Cursed family

Meanwhile, in Egypt, Malcolm wandered the bustling streets, searching for food and shelter. His days blended together in a haze of hunger and fatigue, as he struggled to survive in a foreign land. With each passing day, Malcolm's hope of finding a way back to his family began to dwindle.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Malcolm stumbled upon a group of rough-looking men, armed to the teeth and eyeing him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. They were a crew of fighters, surviving in a city that seemed determined to swallow them whole.

Malcolm, with his own fighting skills honed from years of protecting his family, saw an opportunity. He approached the crew, his eyes locked on their leader, a grizzled veteran with a scar above his left eyebrows.

Malcolm approached the group of rough-looking men, his eyes scanning the crowd as he searched for someone in charge. One of the men, a towering giant with a thick beard, stepped forward and eyed Malcolm up and down.

"How may we help you?" the giant asked, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm.

Malcolm swallowed hard, trying to look braver than he felt. "Umm, I'm looking for a job, please."

The giant raised an eyebrow. "Do we look like employers to you? What's wrong with you, mate?" He chuckled, his belly shaking with laughter. "You look like you just crawled out of a dumpster."

Malcolm's face flushed with embarrassment, but he refused to back down. "I'm not looking for just any job," he said, his voice growing more confident. "I want to join your crew and fight with you."

The men erupted into laughter, their jeers and catcalls filling the air. One of them, a skinny man with a cruel grin, stepped forward and sneered at Malcolm.

"Oh, you want to fight with us? You think you're tough enough? Look at you, mate – you're wearing rags and you look like you haven't eaten in weeks. What makes you think you can handle yourself in the ring?"

Malcolm's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his cool. "I may not look like much, but I've been in tougher scrapes than this. I'm not afraid of a fight."

The men laughed again, but this time, there was a hint of curiosity in their voices. The giant spoke up, his expression thoughtful.

"Alright, mate. We'll give you a chance to prove yourself. But if you lose, you're out. And not just out – you'll be beaten to a pulp for wasting our time."

Malcolm nodded, his heart racing with excitement. "I'm not going to lose."

The giant grinned, his teeth glinting in the sunlight. "We'll see about that. You're going to fight in the ring tonight. If you win, you're in. But if you lose..." He shrugged, his expression merciless. "Let's just say you won't be leaving here with a smile on your face."

Malcolm swallowed hard, his mind racing with the possibilities. But he refused to back down. He nodded, his eyes locked on the giant.

"I'm ready. Let's do this."