Persephone's hoarse cries were quickly drowned out in the crowd. No one could hear her voice as protests began to rise. Before the match, they had bet heavily on Morpheus' victory, but this match would leave them penniless.
"Useless, get up!"
"You wasted our money!"
"Give us back our money!"
However loud these people shouted, the more pleased Fat Jim seemed. With such high odds, he could make a fortune. Morpheus could still earn him so much money even before dying, making the most of his usefulness.
He chuckled, spat out his sunflower seed husk, and instructed his men to find a decent grave for Morpheus. After all, they were like brothers, and a blank tombstone could serve as his own remembrance.
"Boss, look quickly!"
Fat Jim's subordinate's sudden panic surprised him.
He followed the direction his subordinate pointed at and saw a slender figure amidst the chaos. Like a determined little rabbit, she desperately climbed toward the ring.
Guards were trying to stop her, but she seemed crazed. Several big men couldn't actually hold her down...
No one knew who she was. Speculations suggested she was a female gambler who lost big.
Only Fat Jim knew that gambling losses didn't drive Persephone. If she had a knife, she could kill!
"Quickly... Stop her!"
"Boss, don't we have rules? Can't lay a hand on guests, especially a woman..."
"What's wrong with a woman?!" Fat Jim was losing his mind as well. "If Morpheus were alive, I—"
Before he finished, someone else rushed over and grabbed Persephone's hand. She struggled, but the person pulled her back, preventing her from going further.
That face flashed before Fat Jim. He was stunned for a moment. When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, Persephone and that person seemed to have vanished simultaneously.
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