Feeling a bit familiar, the beautiful supervisor asked, “W-What’s your name?”


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    “Yosef Harper!” The man replied, staring at her. “I’m a representative of the Tanner family. Don’t I have


    the right to go to the ind?”


    “Oh? It’s, um, it’s you!” The beautiful supervisor turned even paler. The staff member with Yosef’s


    sword at her throat started crying. People around began to back away.


    They had all received the police’s message. ‘this man had killed many people and escaped from


    prison.’ ·


    “Please, calm down. Let me check with the boss!” The beautiful supervisor, fearing refusal might lead


    to bloodshed, called Joe for instructions.


    The reply was surprising. “Let him board! Arrange a special boat to take him to the ind!”


    As the organizer of the martial arts tournament, Joe understood that many wealthy and influential


    individuals would attend the event. His goal was to make money and provide an exciting martial arts


    spectacle; other matters were secondary. Even if the police wanted ess, they would find it difficult to


    bypass his security. Whether Yosef would participate was not Joe’s decision; for now, he just allowed


    Yosef to reach the venue.


    With a positive response, Yosef didn’t continue his spree. Instead, he sheathed his sword and followed


    the beautiful supervisor onto the boat.


    By now, night had fallen, but the ind was brightly lit-a true city that never sleeps!


    “Enter, the Quillen family’s representative!” With the announcer’s call, Emmanuel and Mackenzie led


    the way, followed by other family members. There was apuse and fireworks-a grand event, almost


    like the Olympics, exclusive to the wealthy.


    As Emmanuel entered, he realized why the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown had such immense


    influence. Nearly all the elite of Nuthana were present, even the mayor of Onza.


    The order of entry was based on the current status of each faction in Nuthana-the higher the status, the


    later the entry. When the Quillen family entered, many others had already arrived. The Quillens were


    just in the middle, not drawing much attention from ordinary spectators.


    The finals of the martial artspetition were all up for bets, which made them a hundred times more


    exciting than the preliminaries. The odds of the Quillen family winning were 1 to 32, cing them in the


    middle tier of attention among all factions.


    “Haha, Ms. Quillen, hello!” As Mackenzie took her seat, the head of the Zigler family of Gratz


    approached with a proud smile, extending his hand for a shake. Mackenzie merely nodded, neither


    warm nor offensive.


    “What? Looking down on us?” Linda behind him snorted coldly. “Don’t be too arrogant; making too


    many enemies will lead to a miserable end!”


    Mackenzie ignored the woman and asked Rustin Zigler, “Mr. Zigler, can I help you?”


    “I have to discuss with you.” Rustin attempted to whisper to Mackenzie but was abruptly blocked by


    Emmanuel. He was pushed back harshly. Does he think I’m invisible? I’m right here, yet you dare to get


    cozy with my wife!


    Rustin was thoroughly annoyed by Emmanuel’s intervention! True, he found Mackenzie stunning and


    wanted to get closer, but Emmanuel was too arrogant. Ultimately,


    Mackenzie’s a socialite, no? Or how can the Quillen family keep growing under her leadership? Huh,


    acting all virtuous now.


    “You really want to do this the hard way, huh? Rustin, seeing that Mackenzie had no intention of


    whispering to him, got angry. “I was willing to give your family a chance and let you lose gracefully to us


    so we could cooperate in the future. But since you want to be like this, let’s settle it in the arena! Don’t


    come begging for forgivenesster!”