"Hurry, hurry! If we're late, we'll miss the good show!"
The elevator that led directly underground rumbled as it descended, and Senben joyfully ran out with his bar pals. He'd taken quite some time to borrow a large sum, ready to bet big on Qin Qianbai, the underdog, in the first match and earn a fortune. "Senben, who do you think she's fighting?" "Could it be the Cold Steel Beast?" "The stronger the opponent selected by the roulette, the better; the stronger they are, the higher the odds!"
Senben eagerly squeezed through the crowd and easily got inside. This was strange; usually, the foul-tempered gamblers would surely curse twice. Senben casually glanced at the holographic projection of the broadcast arena, and his eyes seemed frozen in place.
"Senben." The voice of his little brother trembled incessantly, "What, what, what is that?"
