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.

He followed the direction his subordinate pointed at and saw a slender figure amidst the chaos. Like a determined little rabbit, she desperately climbed toward the ring.

seemed crazed. Several big men couldn't

one knew who she was. Speculations suggested she was a female

Jim knew that gambling losses didn't drive Persephone. If she had a knife, she

"Quickly... Stop her!"

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

was losing his mind as well. "If Morpheus were alive,

grabbed Persephone's hand. She struggled, but the person

Fat Jim. He was stunned for a moment. When he rubbed his

chaos just now, the referee

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

at her coldly, allowing her to make a scene. Helplessly, she watched as Morpheus was carried away, his

"Miss!" Seamus roared.

finally came to her

silence, Seamus' tone softened. "You've seen him one last time. It's

her tears and choked up, unable to form

"Miss..."

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