Chapter 148:Black Market [4]
It seemed the one-on-one fights were a king-of-the-hill style, where the winner would stay on, as the dagger user remained in the boxing ring, placing his hood over his face to hide his expression.
Alternatively, Zeke made his way through the crowd, and for some reason, the spectators around cleared the way like he was some sort of god.
Perhaps it was the gold mask?
The boxing ring comprised of mostly silver masks a few bronze masks, but not a single gold besides Zeke.
Walking through the split crowd like Moses splitting the Red Sea and strolling through, Zeke made his way to the corner of the boxing arena.
He really was planning to fight..
Sighing, I shook my head and stood up, adjusting my mask to make sure it stayed on.
Although I was glad he had invited me to this black market, allowing me to get two decent artifacts, there was no point in staying any longer.
This place...it really wasn’t for me.
The uncomfortable feeling I got knowing that each person around me could be an insane criminal, djinn, or even psychopath was stressing out my heart.
A couple of moments later, Zeke climbed up into the boxing ring, jumping over the ropes, with his mask still on.