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"Where are you going?"

Kuang Xin panted heavily, having chased out of the arena.

Seeing Hans's sleazy figure fleeing through the chaotic crowd, he knew this old geezer was definitely screwing him over again.

A wise man never falls into the same hole twice, and he certainly wouldn't let this old man take any advantage of him ever again.

Hearing the furious shouting not far behind, Hans's steps faltered, and he stopped.

He had seen how that foolish lad had performed earlier in the arena; there was a hint of madness inherent in him, and that wasn't someone to irk seriously.

Besides, the most important point was he hadn't intended to bring a hand gun to the arena today... or even if he had, now it was questionable whether he would dare to use it.

Compared to the foolish lad he first met that day, today's looked exceptionally frightening; the bruises on his face weren't signs of dishevelment but badges of honor for a warrior.

"I... I'm going back to sleep," Hans's voice was weak.