Chapter 6770

"Even if they're really from another world, they wouldn't be anyone ordinary. They're dressed simply, but we could tell they're no ordinary people. They looked at all the other guests like they were ants, as if they stood on top of the world. Speaking of which, the one who led them was someone with the last name Parker…" At this point, Mandy found it difficult to continue the conversation. Not only did she lose so much money, but she wasn't even sure who she lost to. It was a total humiliation! "Parker… Not ordinary people… Looking down on everyone…" Harvey narrowed his eyes. "Someone from Parkerville?" A few days ago, Harvey had just humiliated Clarion. In the days that followed, Clarion seemed to have completely disappeared. It didn't fit his modus operandi. Harvey started to suspect that the Parkers of Parkerville were behind this. Most importantly, they could anger him through Mandy. It seemed not everyone from Parkerville was brainless. At the very least, they were quite good with strategies. "Parkers from Parkerville? One of the Sacred Training Grounds?" Mandy frowned. "I've heard of them, but the Ninth Branch has never crossed them at all…" "It's probably because of me," Harvey said with a sigh. "Let's go. Take me to the underground boxing ring. I'll take care of this…" - Evening at eight. It was the best time for some entertainment right after dinner. A classical-style building that looked like the Colosseum in the countryside of Wolsing was brightly lit up. In the past, it used to be a sports stadium, but the Ninth Branch procured it after years of disrepair. After renovation, it could host at least 10,000 spectators. As staff was required to serve spectators food and beverages, it could be described as an entertainment outlet. Grandstands were on all sides of the stadium. The place where the podium used to be had been changed to where the staff and fighters came in and out. In the middle, where the soccer field used to be, a huge arena had been built. One could still see fragments of bones and black blood in the arena. There was even a faint scent of blood lingering around. There was no question—the souls of the dead were probably hovering around this place. However, in such a terrible place, none of the spectators dressed in lavish outfits seemed to care at all. Instead, all of them were looking with interest, as if wanting to see more. Some of the guests were holding red receipts in their hands. They must have been gambling. Some of them were filled with excitement, and some of them were filled with disbelief. Something like this should only appear in casinos; it was unsure why it would appear here. Harvey calmly looked around and quickly saw Maya, who was wearing a dark expression. As Mandy's private secretary, it was obvious she wasn't the ordinary woman she usually presented herself to be. She looked at the fighting ring, the gears in her mind turning. This woman who directly served Mandy in the Ninth Branch had her uniqueness.