Of the two, one was a heavily made-up woman with emerald-green hair. Her figure was exceedingly voluptuous, yet her waist was remarkably slender. She wore a tight purple gown beneath a hollowed-out robe patterned with flourishing flowers.
She sat atop the handle of a long scythe. It was worth noting that only the scythe's blade gleamed with a sharp, icy light; the handle on which she sat was formed from countless glowing flowers.
Together with her attire, she looked both mysterious and ravishing.
As for the man confronting her, Angel was no stranger to him.
He wore a black felt hat studded with rivets, while his trench coat was likewise covered in chains, rivets, and similar elements. The corners of his eyes drooped, dark circles surrounded them, and his scarlet lips hung slightly open, revealing the ghastly white fangs within.
Most eye-catching of all were the black bat wings spread behind him. When fully unfurled, they nearly obscured half the moon.
"Why is Falga here?" Angel murmured in puzzlement.
"You know him?" Gloria asked.
Angel nodded and briefly explained Falga's background.
"So he's Taoluosi's kin." Gloria raised a brow. "No wonder. One plays with crows, the other plays with bats."
"Why are they fighting?" Angel asked curiously.
"I don't know. It seemed your Falga took the initiative to provoke the woman opposite him, and then they started fighting." Gloria said, "Still, that's normal. The New Star Tournament is in full swing, and young people have nowhere to vent all that energy. Fighting can relieve some pressure too."
"They don't dare fight in the main city, so they came out to the outskirts?"
Gloria waved a finger. "Wrong. They're fighting in the main city too. You've been cooped up in the study, so you wouldn't know. I spent the whole day