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.

figure amidst the chaos. Like a determined little rabbit,

but she seemed crazed. Several big men couldn't actually

she was. Speculations suggested she was a female gambler who lost

Fat Jim knew that gambling losses didn't drive Persephone. If

"Quickly... Stop her!"

we have rules? Can't lay a hand on guests,

a woman?!" Fat Jim was losing his mind as well. "If

hand. She struggled, but the person pulled her back, preventing her from

Fat Jim. He was stunned for a

person seemed to

referee halted the

back. She cried out and kicked and punched Seamus, but it

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