Chapter 141: Arena Aftermath
Mike tossed a plump leather pouch of gold up and down in his palm, the clink of coins bright and cheerful as he climbed the steps back to the VIP stands.
A wide, triumphant grin stretched across his face, and he flopped down onto the bench beside Toby with a playful huff.
"Turns out my luck wasn't broken after all! This haul more than makes up for every copper I lost earlier."
Toby stared at the bulging pouch with wide eyes, clearly stunned by the hefty reward. "You won all those matches in such a short time… your weapon is unbelievably effective. No one could get close enough to land a hit on you."
"Practice makes perfect," Mike shrugged, twirling his compact sidearm casually between his fingers.
"Besides, Hannah's custom ammo does most of the heavy lifting. Knocks folks out cold without any permanent harm."
Ren fluttered down from the air, landing lightly on Hannah's shoulder and letting out a dismissive snort.
