Chapter 244: No One Gets My Money
Since one of the matches had just ended, the atmosphere in the room was relatively quiet compared to usual. The crowd of spectators, who were typically roaring with excitement, had shifted into a more relaxed mode, engaging in casual conversation instead of cheering at the top of their lungs.
Which was exactly why what Max had done, and the moment he chose to do it, made such a massive impact.
A raised voice echoed through the space, sharp and sudden, enough to make a few people on the lower level turn their heads. Then, before anyone could fully register what was happening, they saw it, a body tumbling violently down the staircase.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Step after step, all the way down until the person slammed into the floor at the very bottom.
"Did someone just fall?" one guest asked, standing halfway up from their seat.
"Fall? Did you not see what just happened?" another replied, eyes wide. "One of the VIP members hit him!"
"There’s a fight? Again? There’s always some kind of fight breaking out during these events. Just let the organizers handle it."
"No, wait, look. Look closely. Can’t you see who that is?"
Gasps started rippling through the room as more of the guests realized what they were looking at. A mask had been dislodged and now lay awkwardly halfway up the stairs. It wasn’t just any mask, it was a familiar one, shaped like a bold dollar sign.
"It’s the manager," someone whispered, stunned. "That crazy VIP guest hit the manager! That’s never happened before!"
A hush fell over the entire room, followed by an eruption of murmurs, gasps, and shocked exclamations. Every pair of eyes locked onto the scene unfolding near the stairs, including one particular gaze belonging to Dud.
Max... did you just hit the manager of the Black Hounds? Dud thought, a mixture of disbelief and amusement flickering across his face. I didn’t know you were that kind of crazy. You might be just as insane as I am.