Lari Bayya, male, twenty-nine years old, a B-Class fugitive wanted for theft. 💝😎 ✋👽
He excelled at disguise and impersonation, often using those skills to sneak into the mansions of the wealthy and steal from them.
He had stolen more than a billion, earning himself a B-Class wanted rating and a fifty-million bounty.
Lari Bayya thought little of his bounty. The things he stole in a single job were worth more than fifty million.
But this time, the rich man had actually hired a Contract Hunter. Lari had been caught in the act, and had barely managed to escape by using every trick he knew. With the police hot on his heels, he decided to come to the Sky Arena and lie low for a while.
After some time without finding him, the police would give up on their own.
For some reason, the police didn't interfere at the Sky Arena. Anyone could enter the matches, as long as they had an ID card. He carried at least five different IDs, so he could just use any one of them.
Might as well make a little extra money while he was at it.
The fighters on the lower floors were all weak anyway.
On the surface, he looked like an ordinary, even somewhat tired middle-aged man. Inside, he regarded the people around him with the haughty disdain of someone who saw them all as weaklings.
Until—
"Lari Bayya, hello." A cold hand clamped around his neck, gripping tightly, with enough force to snap it. It felt like being caught in the coils of a cold-blooded snake, ready to crush him to death at any moment.
The voice was cold and low, but its youthful quality was hard to hide.
He looked terrified. Out of the corner of his eye, he