Chapter 1955
Persephone's hoarse cries were quickly drowned out in the crowd. No one could
hear her voice as protests began to rise. Before the match, they had bet heavily
on Morpheus’ victory, but this match would leave them penniless.
"Useless, get up!"
"You wasted our money!"
"Give us back our money!"
However loud these people shouted, the more pleased Fat Jim seemed. With
such high odds, he could make a fortune. Morpheus could still earn him so much
money even before dying, making the most of his usefulness.
He chuckled, spat out his sunflower seed husk, and instructed his men to find a
decent grave for Morpheus. After all, they were like brothers, and a blank
tombstone could serve as his own remembrance.
"Boss, look quickly!"
Fat Jim's subordinate’s sudden panic surprised him.
He followed the direction his subordinate pointed at and saw a slender figure
amidst the chaos. Like a determined little rabbit, she desperately climbed toward
the ring.
Guards were trying to stop her, but she seemed crazed. Several big men couldn't
actually hold her down...
No one knew who she was. Speculations suggested she was a female gambler
who lost big.
Only Fat Jim knew that gambling losses didn't drive Persephone. If she had a
knife, she could kill!
"Quickly... Stop her!"
"Boss, don't we have rules? Can't lay a hand on guests, especially a woman..."
"What's wrong with a woman?!" Fat Jim was losing his mind as well. "If Morpheus
were alive, I—"
Before he finished, someone else rushed over and grabbed Persephone's hand.
She struggled, but the person pulled her back, preventing her from going further.
That face flashed before Fat Jim. He was stunned for a moment. When he
rubbed his eyes and looked again, Persephone and that person seemed to have
vanished simultaneously.
Due to the chaos just now, the referee halted the match. Morpheus was barely
breathing.
Persephone was outside the crowd, with Seamus firmly holding her back. She
cried out and kicked and punched Seamus, but it was all in vain.
Seamus looked at her coldly, allowing her to make a scene. Helplessly, she
watched as Morpheus was carried away, his life hanging by a thread.
"Miss!" Seamus roared.
Persephone finally came to her senses a bit.
"Miss, stop it." After a few seconds of silence, Seamus’ tone softened. "You've
seen him one last time. It's time for us to go home."
Persephone couldn't stop her tears and choked up, unable to form a complete
sentence.
"Miss..."
"But he's dying..." Her heart was in agony. "I saw him getting beaten..."
"That's his fate."
"I can't just leave like this!"
"Miss, do you remember your promise to me?"
Seamus looked at her, his gaze stern yet tinged with disappointment.
Persephone took a deep breath but remained silent, tears streaming down
quietly.
"I've arranged for a ship. This time, it'll be foolproof.” Seamus patted her
shoulder. "We're leaving tonight. I must safely escort you back to Centrolis!
"Miss, it's my duty to you," he said in a low voice. "Staying here puts you, the
Hamertons, and the Thompsons in more danger. Even if you don't care about my
feelings, please think about your family!"
Finishing, Seamus turned away, took a few steps, then stopped.
Persephone saw his clenched fists at his sides. She lowered her eyes, the
sorrow in her heart surging like waves.