Chapter 111: Found at Last!

“Refund my money!”

The outcome of the battle was clear, and after a brief silence, the entire arena erupted with angry shouts of discontent from the crowd.

In their eyes, Scar Eye’s final act—one that could have ended the match but instead led to his own downfall—was undoubtedly a rigged move orchestrated by the arena’s organizers.

The agitated crowd had no patience to analyze the intricacies of the deception; these were people who had long lived on the edge, bleeding on the tip of a blade in the fog. They cared little whether the arena’s house was truly responsible or if Scar Eye had been framed.

What mattered to them was the money they had wagered.

Scar Eye’s defeat was simply unacceptable to the many mist-shrouded spectators.

At this moment, the arena’s announcer appeared in the center of the floor, shouting at the top of his lungs, but even his voice could not suppress the growing chaos among the crowd.

“We’re pulling out!” the warm-hearted man said firmly, grabbing Qi Chen’s arm as they swiftly left the arena and headed for the ancient elevator leading to the main hall.

As for the money wagered, they didn’t care much at the moment. Their priority was to find the owner of Silver Claw.

...

Clang!

They arrived at the hall aboard the shaky elevator and hurried straight to the extravagantly decorated front desk.

Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man both pulled out the credentials that Yan Yan had given them before leaving, proving they were trusted agents of the town mayor.

“Bring me the person in charge of the arena immediately!”

Showing their IDs, they quickly spoke to the attendant behind the desk.

The attendant carefully examined their IDs and did not hesitate. He hurriedly called for the club manager.

“Who are you two?” The manager looked at Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man with some confusion. He was certain there were no such prominent figures under the mayor’s authority.

Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man had no patience to explain. Their tone was firm and commanding:

“We just came out of the arena. We suspect the owner of Silver Claw deliberately interfered with the duel. Hand over his information and whereabouts immediately. If he escapes, do you think your life will be enough to compensate for this loss?”

Having heard about the unexpected upset in the arena, the manager dared not take risks. He was already troubled over how to handle the restless crowd demanding refunds.

If the mayor had truly sent people, it would be a good thing.

“Wait here! I’ll gather the information right away!”

When one’s own life and future are at stake, the manager acted swiftly.

...

Within minutes, he returned with news for Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man.

“Those two, the owner of Silver Claw didn’t leave any real information here at the club. Usually, we wouldn’t press, but he just took his mist beast from the arena and stored it in the deposit room. He should be in the service area on the top floor!”

Impressive nerve.

The two exchanged a glance. Qi Chen said, “Don’t make a scene yet. My brother and I will go up and take him ourselves. No need to send anyone else.”

The manager nodded eagerly. He would rather not get involved. Responsibility is a burden best left uncarried.

Having a lead, Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man wasted no time. After informing Yan Yan and Zhi Huan briefly through their earpieces, they headed straight to the top floor.

Dashing up the stairs, the entrance was bathed in a hallucinatory pink glow, and an inexplicable atmosphere brewed.

The owner of Silver Claw was enjoying the services on this very floor.

...

The scent of a special perfume permeated the corridor. The walls, lavishly decorated in pink hues, shimmered under the similarly colored lights, exuding an ambiguous aura.

Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man’s arrival quickly caught the attention of the staff. A flamboyantly dressed woman swayed over, flashing a dazzling smile, and before speaking, reached out to touch them.

Normally, the warm-hearted man might have been interested in having a drink and chatting about life, but now he firmly brushed her hand aside.

“We’re from the mayor’s office. A troublemaker has broken in,” he said, describing the man’s appearance as relayed by the manager.

The woman, a seasoned veteran of this entertainment locale, immediately recognized these two were not there for pleasure but to handle business—especially under the mayor’s name. She cooperated fully and quickly pointed them to Silver Claw’s whereabouts.

“Wow, he even chose the top-tier service!”

The psychological resilience of Silver Claw’s owner astonished them. Even without their pursuit, the arena organizers would have sought him out.

In a sense, this man had turned the arena upside down, and the organizers were still dealing with the angry crowd demanding their stakes back.

“Let’s go. Take us there!”

Following the head of the service area, the two quietly approached the top-tier private room where Silver Claw’s owner was.

“How do we proceed?” Qi Chen whispered, shooting a probing glance at the warm-hearted man as they stood on either side of the door.

“Do you have a plan?” the warm-hearted man replied, lifting his head and tossing the question back.

Suddenly—

A towering figure appeared behind Qi Chen, followed by a thunderous roar that shattered the silence.

Boom!

The door to the private room was blasted open. Inside, a man lounged provocatively on a leather sofa, shirt open, exuding a decadent air. Opposite him stood a neat line of women, each dressed seductively.

Their business was abruptly interrupted by the explosive noise, and the women screamed sharply.

Bang!

The man on the sofa snapped to attention, swiftly grabbing a glass from the table and hurling it toward Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man.

Such tactics were no threat to the strange walkers.

The towering figure effortlessly shattered the glass midair, spilling the expensive liquor everywhere.

The man’s eyes narrowed in shock as he exclaimed, “Strange walkers?!”

Without hesitation, he sprang up and dashed toward the nearest window.

Qi Chen and the warm-hearted man quickened their pace, releasing their eerie energies—the gray-white towering warrior and the fiery orange-hearted fighter—punching powerfully at the man’s back from either side.

But a small, ephemeral shadow burst from the man’s body, blocking the attack. The man trembled, a piercing pain in his forehead, yet he endured the agony and smashed through the window, plummeting downward.

“Chase him!”

The warm-hearted man shouted, rushing to the window and leaping out without hesitation.

Qi Chen followed immediately, leaping after him from the top floor.

Though the club was only a few stories high, the fall would be harsh.

In midair, the warm-hearted man summoned his fiery heart to strike both their bodies, rendering them incredibly soft and elastic.

Their bodies absorbed the impact with ease, as if nothing had happened.

The fleeing man, however, limped painfully down the street.

And he... was not going to escape.