Chapitre 704: Arrival - Hah! I'm in danger...

I didn't notice that Mr. Cuervo could see the look on my face from behind our Raptor, but it didn't take long before the questions in my head got answered. As we drove forward, we heard thumping bass sounds coming from a cockfighting arena and it was getting louder by the second.

It was this rhythmic base you'd hear passing by a house having a party and their 'attendees' were already coming in droves.

Almost all of them seemed like they came from the town we just passed through but there were still stragglers that got attracted when they were passing by.

However, I discovered several shipping containers– like the ones I saw that delivered the deadheads I killed for the final game, parked right at the side of the said arena. It had people at the top fishing out unsuspecting deadheads and loading them from a hatch at the top, and I'm not sure how long they've been doing it for.

In any case, I already assumed that they'd be part of the games Mr. Cuervo always held at his place.

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