Cursed family

The giant grinned, seemingly pleased with Malcolm's bold response. "Alright, kid. You're going to need all the confidence you can get. Come with me."

Malcolm followed the giant and his crew through the winding streets of Egypt, eventually arriving at a large, dilapidated building. The sign above the entrance read "The Fighting Pit".

Malcolm's heart began to pound as he realized what he was getting himself into. But he steeled himself, remembering the skills he had honed over the years.

The giant led him to a small room in the back of the building, where a hot meal was waiting for him. Malcolm devoured the food, feeling his strength and energy returning.

As he ate, the giant eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "You know, kid, I've seen a lot of fighters come through these doors. But I've never seen anyone as... enthusiastic as you. What makes you think you've got what it takes to survive in the pit?"

Malcolm finished his meal, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I've been in tough spots before," he said, his eyes locked on the giant. "I know how to take care of myself."

The giant chuckled, a deep rumbling sound. "We'll see about that, kid. It's time to get ready for your fight."

Malcolm nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was led to a small locker room, where he was given a pair of worn leather gloves and a mouthguard.

As he put on the gloves, Malcolm felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was ready for this.

The giant led him out of the locker room and into the bright lights of the fighting pit. The crowd erupted into cheers as Malcolm stepped into the arena, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of weakness.

And then, he saw his opponent.

Malcolm's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the giant standing across from him. The man was enormous, with thick, muscular arms and a chest that seemed to be carved out of granite.

Malcolm muttered under his breath, "Ahh.. Do these people plan to kill me? My first time fighting on the stage, and they bring out a giant?"

....

Meanwhile, in the grand ballroom of the luxurious nightclub in New York City, Eli stood frozen at the microphone, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and fear. The sudden accusation had left him speechless, and he couldn't think of anything to say in his defense.

The person who had shouted that Eli was a thief, Coby, the bodyguard, came closer to the stage, his eyes blazing with anger. "You! What are you doing here?" he thundered. "I thought we asked you to leave. How did you end up here?"

Eli looked at Coby's face again, and his shock deepened. He couldn't believe that the same bodyguard who had stopped him from entering the club earlier was now accusing him of being a thief.

The guests and celebrities around them looked on in surprise, unsure of what was going on. They had been expecting a night of glamour and entertainment, but instead, they were witnessing a dramatic confrontation.

Before anyone could say anything, Mr. Reginald, the club's manager, came forward and stood in front of Eli, facing Coby. "Um, Coby, what do you mean by Mr. Vanderbilt is a thief?" he asked, his voice calm but firm. "Do you know who you are speaking to? He is our guest of honor. How can you claim he is a thief... Mr. Vanderbilt?"

Coby chuckled, feeling frustrated. "I know this guy, Mr. Reginald," he said calmly. "He is a thief. I am sure of that."

Mr. Reginald looked puzzled. He knew Coby for a long time, and Coby had always been a reliable and trustworthy employee. There was no way Coby would lie to him or make a mistake without doing thorough research.

Mr. Reginald gave a sigh. "Please, Coby, just explain what is going on here."

Coby hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Alright, Mr. Reginald, please ask this... Mr. Vanderbilt, or whatever, for his invitation card. If he is truly a guest, then he should have an invitation card."

Coby's eyes narrowed as he waited for Eli's response. He didn't want to make a fuss just yet, or say much, because he himself didn't know Eli's background. He thought to himself that maybe Eli was just a low-key rich guy, and if he was truly the guest of honor they were waiting for, it might be a bigger trouble on his side.

So, he made up his mind: if Eli didn't have an invitation card, then he was an imposter.

Hearing Coby's words, Eli was still looking and standing like a statue, unable to think of anything to say at the moment. There was no proof to defend himself against the accusation, and even if there was proof, then where was his invitation card? Eli was in a dilemma.

After Coby spoke, Mr. Reginald turned slowly to Eli, his eyes 50% closed. "Hmm, Mr. Vanderbilt, I am sure Coby must have mistaken you," he said. "Please, just show us your invitation card, and that's all. Do not worry, I will deal with Coby myself."

The room fell silent, with all eyes on Eli, waiting for his response. Eli's mind was racing, trying to think of a way out of this situation. But for now, he was stuck, unsure of what to say or do next.