The gladiatorial matches had ended, and the gladiators returned to the cave one after another.
Qin Xa was still keeping an eye on what was happening in the stands. His Psychic Sight could not reach that far for close observation, but when he had just used his psychic power to crush Saro's psychic probe, he had projected part of it into Saro's briefly unguarded mind, allowing him to observe the surroundings through Saro.
The door to the VIP room opened, and a guard fitted with Butcher's Nails strode in with heavy steps.
Qin Xa recognized him as the man who had come to the estate to collect him last time—the talkative Stone Man named Brown.
Compared to their last meeting, Brown acted like a frenzied madman suffering from mania in front of Saro and his master.
"I saw your guards!" Brown charged up to Saro, seized his collar, and roared, "The Arenas around Desia City belong to the Tarko Family! You can't bring guards here, you bastard!"
Saro nervously looked toward Tark.
Tark looked at Brown and gently shook his head. "He is my best friend. It is fine for him to bring guards here."
Saro relaxed at once.
From the bottom of his heart, he was thankful that Tark's madness had not acted up at that moment.
Or rather, even when Tark's madness acted up, he was still temperamental and unpredictable. Fortunately, when his chief guard entered the room, Tark was neither angry nor filled with hatred.
"There had better not be a next time, you Julius bastard!" Brown roared at Saro. "Otherwise, I'll tear your guards to pieces right in front of you! Then I'll grind them up and stuff them into your dog's mouth!"
"Yes... yes..." Saro nodded repeatedly.
Qin Xa watched the scene through Saro and