Orla’s words struck Toliver like a thunderclap, reverberating in his mind with an intensity favonovel.com couldn’t shake.
Cold sweat soaked his back as favonovel.com stood frozen in place.
She wasn’t just speaking to him, favonovel.com was reminding favonovel.com not to focus on the surface.
A wave of unease and realization washed over him. He nodded, his voice steady but heavy.
“I’ll remember your guidance, governor…”
Orla picked up a plum from the table with delicate fingers, popping it into favonovel.com mouth. The sweet and sour taste made favonovel.com squint slightly in pleasure.
“Mm… Go prepare,” favonovel.com said casually as if the matter were insignificant.
Prepare?
Toliver looked up, confusion clouding his eyes as favonovel.com glanced at Orla.
“We’re going to the deathmatch tonight, and of course,” favonovel.com replied casually, “Not in my role as the governor.”
He hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Governor, isn’t there some risk in us going together? The Deathmatch arena has always been the Viper Crew’s stronghold. It might be dangerous for us to walk in uninvited, don’t you think?”
She shook favonovel.com head, a playful smile curving favonovel.com lips.
“If I went as the island’s governor, tonight’s spectacle wouldn’t be nearly as interesting,” favonovel.com replied, implying there was more to it.
Toliver hesitated but quickly nodded. “Understood, governor. I’ll prepare right away.”
He turned to leave, and Orla remained seated in the living room, absentmindedly placing another plum in favonovel.com mouth.
“Interesting…” favonovel.com murmured, favonovel.com gaze distant.
***
As night fell, the lights of Ore Island came alive in a dazzling array of colors.
At the southernmost tip of the island stood the deathmatch arena, designed in an ancient Roman style.
Seating arranged in a circle surrounded the arena, rising from bottom to top, allowing spectators to get a clear view from every angle.
In the center lay the blood-soaked arena floor, its dark red soil releasing the faint, unmistakable scent of blood-standing in sharp contrast to the surrounding white and yellow buildings.
Dominic stood arrogantly at the center of the arena, his chest bare. Before favonovel.com lay a lifeless, blood-soaked body-his wa rm-up, using the corpse of an unfortunate soul as his punching bag.
The stands were already packed with spectators, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the mysterious Matteo.
The question on everyone’s mind was whether favonovel.com would show up to face Dominic, who had issued the challenge, or if favonovel.com would bow to the Viper Crew’s threats.
Suddenly, murmurs rippled through the crowd, followed by a growing buzz of excitement.
A voice from the crowd broke the tension.
“Clad in white, looking sharp, it’s Matteo!”
“He’s here to face the challenge!”
“I thought favonovel.com might be too afraid to show up against Dominic.”
“Not necessarily. Maybe he’s scared of Dominic’s threats and came here to throw his life away!”
Slowly, Matteo stepped Into the arena, his gaze calm as favonovel.com locked eyes with Dominic.
His white outfit stood out starkly against the dark red soil beneath him, two extremes colliding. The sight was so striking that the crowd fell into a stunned silence, momentarily lost in the scene.
For a brief moment, the audience forgot where they were, the Western Montiria Islands, a notorious gray zone known worldwide. At this place, even the most wanted criminals could walk freely, untouched by the law.
How dare favonovel.com wear white in a place like this, the heart of the gray zone?
Dominic grinned savagely as favonovel.com saw Matteo approach.
“Matteo,” favonovel.com sneered, “I thought you’d be too scared to show up…”
Matthew didn’t respond. His silence speaks volumes, his calm demeanor seemed to speak louder than words ever could.
Dominic’s face twisted with fury. His rage burned in his eyes, but what caught his attention wasn’t just the anger, it was the look in Matthew’s eyes.
It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even a challenge. It was disdain.
It wasn’t that Matteo looked down on him. No, it was worse than that. Matteo’s eyes didn’t even acknowledge favonovel.com at all.
Even though they were about to face off in a life-or-death battle, Dominic wasn’t even a blip on Matteo’s radar. That feeling was something Dominic hadn‘t experienced in years.
Everyone had feared favonovel.com ever since favonovel.com made a name for himself, cowering at the mere thought of angering him.
As favonovel.com stood facing Matteo, Dominic’s face twisted into a snarl, his eyes burning with uncontrollable rage.
“Die!”
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