Married a Secret Billionaire

Fat Jim chuckled, giving Morpheus' shoulder a friendly pat with his chubby hand. "Think about it carefully. Your next opponent is too formidable. You're the brother I value the most. I can't stand by and watch you perish!"

Morpheus didn't turn to look at him, only hearing his heavy footsteps gradually receding.

Once out of the building, Fat Jim grinned sinisterly.

Morpheus wouldn't take the drug, but his opponent would. The opponent taking the banned substance would result in Morpheus' death in the ring. Fat Jim had fulfilled his obligation to warn him.

In this underground arena, they signed their lives away. Even if someone was killed, there'd be no justice for the deceased. Lives were worthless there. The only thing of value was money.

After Fat Jim left for some time, Morpheus slowly turned around, gazing at the bottle of drug on the table with disgust. He was about to throw it in the trash when Wynn entered, hurriedly reaching out to stop him.

"Morpheus, don't act rashly!"

him, his cold eyes causing Wynn to step

was low. "Morpheus, don't throw away this drug yet. If it bothers you, I'll keep

are you keeping

in case you change

"Wynn!"

somewhat incredulous. He thought Wynn

you so stubborn?" Wynn was anxious. "Taking this drug once won't harm your body. Moreover, in this kind of battle,

no

to win by dirty means. This place might not be noble, but he had

anxiety, Wynn blurted out, "Do you want to lose the match