"Alright, I''ll humor you. So, how do you propose wepete? Don''t tell that you want us to fight in this cramped space?" Reign replied confidently.


    "I can do that, but it would be bad if I sent your cheap bodyguard flying a few feet and ended up breaking the furniture. I''m pretty sure those things are more valuable than him." He added.


    His words were meant to stir things up. He wanted pushed their buttons, eager to see how far they could go.


    This challenge wasn''t just about showing his strength; it was about letting out his irritation and making them regret underestimating him.


    Emy narrowed her eyes at histaunting words. She crossed her arms, trying to stay calm despite the tension building up.


    "Fine," she replied, her voice steady but tinged with annoyance. "We''ll wait until the next stop where there''s more space. Let''s see if your confidence holds up,"


    "Oh, this is getting interesting," Lucas chimed in, his voice carrying across the bar.


    The other patrons paused in their conversations, intrigued by the unfolding challenge.


    "How about we ce some bets?" one man suggested, clearly fascinated by this turn of events.


    "Alright, I''ll bet 1,000,000 credits on my bodyguard. Alfonso,e here," Emy dered.


    A tall, dark-skinned man, closed to seven feet tall, stood beside her. He had an impressive physique, and even though he wore a coat, it was clear that he had a lot of muscles beneath it.


    "Only 1,000,000 credits? I didn''t know a representative of BioGen Corporation could be this poor," Reign said, shaking his head. "I''ll bet on myself—10,000,000 credits!" he dered confidently.


    Lilith had given him 10 million credits as pocket money. He didn''t really need it, but she insisted


    Emy''s eyes widened in surprise at his bold bet. She hadn''t expected him to be so confident and assertive.


    She had only intended to test the waters because she suspected Reign might be a spy.


    Who would have thought that instead of keeping a low profile, he would make himself the center of attention?


    A spy wouldn''t behave in such a manner.


    "I..." She paused, feeling the urge to retract her earlier challenge.


    However, the crowd in the bar began cheering and cing bets, escting the situation to the point where backing down would be embarrassing.


    "Very well," she said, swallowing her hesitation. "Let''s see if you can back up that confidence."


    The bar buzzed with excitement as everyone reacted to the challenge.


    People exchanged eager nces, and the murmur of conversations grew louder.


    "Did you hear that? Tenmillion credits!" one man eximed, eyes wide with astonishment.


    "This is going to be one hell of a show," another chimed in, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.


    Some patrons started pulling out their credit chips, ready to ce their own bets. "I''m putting my money on the big guy, Alfonso!" shouted a burly man near the poker table.


    "No way, I''m betting on the MercenaryAnyone who throws down Ten million credits has to be confident for a reason," a woman said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.


    The bartender, wiping down sses, shook his head with a grin. "Looks like things are about to get interesting."


    Lucas leaned back, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "I''ll match that bet, I''ll go with my boy" he dered.


    Another businessman, overhearing the challenge, called out his own bet, adding to the mounting stakes.


    Emy, though internally conflicted, maintained herposed exterior. She nced at Alfonso, who gave a nod of assurance.


    The tension and excitement in the room were visible, setting the stage for an unforgettable confrontation.


    "I hope you don''t get cold feetter," Reign chuckled, his tone dripping with contempt.


    They had started this feud, and now he was determined to finish it. Who gave her the idea to act so arrogant in front of a Demon Lord?


    Alfonso stepped forward, ring at him.


    "Don''t be too arrogant, Mercenary" he warned, his voice steady and menacing.


    "You might regret it." Alfonso crossed his muscr arms, standing tall and imposing. "I''ve seen a lot of tough guyse and go. Confidence is one thing, but overconfidence? That can be dangerous."


    Reign met his gaze without flinching. "We''ll see about that," he replied with a nonchnt tone. "I don''t get scared easily."


    With that, both parties came to an agreement, and their fight quickly became the talk of the masses.


    Conversations buzzed through the train, echoing through the elegant cabins.


    In one of the more luxuriouspartments, a group of well-dressed passengers discussed Emy''s bodyguard''s impressive background.


    "Did you hear about Alfonso?" a man whispered, leaning in closer to hispanions. "He used to be a tinum member of Veiled Nights. He was so close to reaching Diamond in a Tier 2 city before."


    A middle age woman nodded admiringly"I heard about that. They say he was one of the best, known for hisstrength and unmatchedbat skills. No wonder the representative of BioGen hired him as her bodyguard."


    Another passenger chimed in, "It makes you wonder how strong Lucas body guard must be to challenge someone like Alfonso. This is going to be an interesting fight."


    Simr conversations unfolded throughout the train.


    In the dining car, a group of businessmen spected on the uing sh.


    "I''ve seen Alfonso in action before," one man said, slicing his steak. "He''s not just strong, he''s smart. This Mercenary must have a death wish."


    Hispanion, sipping a ss of wine, shook his head. "Or he''s got something up his sleeve. Either way, it''s going to be quite the show."


    In another cabin, a couple of gamblers excitedly ced their bets.


    "I''m putting my money on Alfonso," one of them said, counting his chips. "A guy with his track record? No way he loses."


    "Don''t be so sure," his friend replied, leaning back in his seat. "The Mercenary seems confident for a reason. He might just surprise us all."


    As the train sped towards its next destination, the anticipation grew with every passing mile.


    The uing fight between Reign and Alfonso became the main thing everyone talked about, making the train buzz with excitement in every part.


    Meanwhile, Reign was lounging in his cabin, rxed and unconcerned about the uing fight.


    There was no way he would lose to an Ex-tinum Divergent, or even hundreds of them.


    To him, defeating such a weak opponent would be as simple as snapping a chicken''s neck.


    And he wasn''t the only one confident in the oue. Lucas began cing bets left and right, while even Lilith''s hidden followers wagered on Reign to earn some extra pocket money.


    "A bet?" A woman with jet-ck hair and piercing ck eyes raised her eyebrows after overhearing the rumors circting.


    Her unique appearance stood out, so she covered her face with sses and a hoodie.


    But beneath the hood and sses, she had wless skin, small eyes, and cute lips that gave her a youthful appearance, despite being 25 years old—amon trait among people of her race.


    "Yes, Seki-sama," her male body guard bowed respectfully.


    He shared her jet-ck hair and small eyes, and also wore a cover to hide his face.