Cheng Zhan remained silent.
He loved making money, asking him to give it away was like killing him.
"If it's too difficult, at least we can hide underneath and watch the show, it's not easy to see the Business Alliance trying to curry favor, hehe..."
Cheng Zhan didn't disturb the Ruble's joyful moments anymore.
He exited City Hall.
Through the streets and alleys, he returned through a hidden door to the bottommost temporary resting room for gladiators in the arena.
These rooms were cold and rudimentary, called resting rooms, but they were more like cages. Even the lowest-tier gladiators besides Cheng Zhan were unwilling to stay here.
This room was slightly larger, with a few pits gouged out on the walls, candles burning halfway with wax tears merged on them, nearby a spear was stuck with half of it embedded into the wall, besides there were hand axes, shields, short knives...
