Chapter 110: Bet problem
Alexandre approached the large administrative box in the middle of the arena. Despite being called a "box," it was more like a small building where the event's organizers would be doing their work. There was a small metal door in one face of the box, behind which stood a young man who wore the "H" on his arm of a student militia member.
Alexandre approached and said, "Hey! I need to speak to the arena organizers."
The man waved him away dismissively. "Look, the organizers are busy. Come back after the scheduled fights are over!"
Alexandre snapped,"It's an emergency!"
The man snorted scornfully. "Did you not hear me? The organizers are busy doing their jobs! You know, organizing? Come back later, asshole!"
Alexandre had heard enough. He put his hand on the latch of the box's door. The militia man grabbed the handle on the opposite side to keep it closed, opening his mouth to call for someone to remove this intruder.
Then Alexandre looked him right in the eye, allowing a fluorescent blue glare to shine in his gaze—the unmistakable presence of Hunter energy. "You have one second to let go," Alexandre said calmly. "Do it, or lose your hand."
The man saw the merciless hardness in Alexandre's eyes. 'This psychopath isn't kidding!' he thought as a wave of fear filled his body. Even if the newcomer got kicked out of the academy for violence, that wouldn't bring his victim back from the dead...
"Alright," the militia member muttered. "Go ahead and see what happens." Despite his sullen words, he let go of the door and stepped passively to the side.