These youths wore loose, ordinary down jackets and knit caps, looking like regular spectators.
That was, if one ignored the steel baseball bats in their hands.
At the front was a young man wearing a Large Silver Necklace. Looking at the battered He Ao, he shouted angrily, "Fierce Beast, were you throwing the fight? Did you do it on purpose?!"
He raised his baseball bat and pointed it at He Ao. "Do you know how much money I bet on Hurricane? You beat him to death—where the hell am I supposed to get my money back?"
The crowd was somewhat bewildered by this sudden turn of events, and even the cheers quieted significantly.
But most people were merely looking at their wristbands, watching the numbers on them rise.
Loren had seemed more likely to win, so more people had bet on Loren. They had all made money now.
As they spoke, the fifth youth also entered the octagon cage. He seemed to be the last member of their group.
"Don't let the door close!!!"
At that moment, a shout came from the crowd.
The people inside the octagon cage heard the shout, and the youth standing at the back instinctively looked behind him.
The open Iron Gate swayed gently, as though stirred by a breeze, before slowly closing.
Under the youth's gaze, it locked shut with a click.
The youth at the back raised his head in confusion and looked around.
In that instant, everything around him seemed to have changed somehow.
Meanwhile, the leading youth raised his baseball bat, looked at the people outside the octagon cage, pointed at He Ao, and shouted, "Did you know this bastard threw the fight? I got inside information. He was supposed to lose to Hurricane this time, which was why I bet