Roughly thirty minutes had passed since Don and Donald picked up Hector and Tori. Traffic, which had been crawling at a snail's pace, finally eased, allowing the G-Wagon to resume its journey.
The midtown skyline ahead was dominated by a gleaming structure that seemed to defy architectural norms—an enormous, palace-like stadium that stood out even against the urban setup.
Don glanced up from his phone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight of the stadium. It was a closed, state-of-the-art arena, its outer shell gleaming with iridescent panels that caught the light in waves.
Its design combined futuristic sleekness with flashy touches—golden accents wrapped around its upper levels, and its base was encircled by a series of wide, marble-like steps.
On his phone, Gary Assist displayed more details about the place: The Crown Coliseum Casino, boasting a capacity of 55,000, all VIP-seating.