Weren't Wayne Enterprises employees supposed to be repairing the Magical Projection? Why had they suddenly started fighting for no reason?
What left the Bulgarian team even more speechless was that the two of them were using nothing but underhanded tricks, like a pair of street thugs.
Hair-pulling and nose-picking were merely appetizers. Groin grabs, kidney shots, eye gouges, ass stabs... Nearly every move targeted a vulnerable part of the human body. They were vicious to the extreme.
What rendered them even more speechless was that the British Ministry of Magic staff on site had not come over to stop them. If anything, they all looked as though they were enjoying the show.
Wayne Enterprises' corporate culture was far too wild, while the British Ministry of Magic's work style was far too lax.
Hermione had barely entered the stadium when Fanny and Bo Ye were already rolling around on the grass.
She let out a soft sigh and slowly walked over.
"Fat bastard, take this—Monkey Steals Peach!"
"Fuck! That little punk nearly got me!"
Hermione's mouth twitched.
Only one person in the entire Wizarding World could have come up with such a fresh and unconventional move.
Having failed to steal any peaches, Bo Ye was soon stripped of his shirt buttons by Fanny's Black Tiger Steals Heart.
Just as he turned around, ready to retaliate with a Reach-Back Grab, he spotted Hermione walking toward them with her face covered.
He dodged Fanny's flying pounce and hurriedly buttoned up his shirt.
"You stupid dick, you fucking—" Fanny, who had gotten a mouthful of dirt, quickly swallowed the rest of his curse.
She was a girl, after all, and there was a strong chance she would become the chairman's wife someday. It was better to show a little restraint.
By the time Hermione