Aran Imperial City, Continent Martial Arts Arena.
When contestant number 777, Saleret, once again violently defeated his opponent,
Galen finally felt relieved.
He didn't understand why this tattooed minor next to him was involved in such high stakes, but it was none of his concern. Just a ten percent commission was enough for him to live a life of indulgence.
Saleret successfully won the third round, entering tomorrow's bloody fourth round on September 8th.
"You've got an eye for things, don't you!"
Gren enthusiastically patted Galen's shoulder, "How did you know he was that powerful? Do you know him or something? So cool, the masked man! He's truly my lucky star!"
She had no idea that the iron-faced man had been watching over her father's tower for six or seven years; in a sense, it was quite fateful.
