"I don't want it either."
The little girl turned her face away and didn't take Yan Huan's card.
"I won't lose, the prize money is mine for the taking!"
"Tch." Yan Huan narrowed his eyes:
"So what on earth happened in your hometown? We are Trailblazers, dedicated to rescuing planets in crisis, we can help you."
"Others have said the exact same thing to you before," the girl muttered, "Heh, and guess what?"
"What?" Yan Huan asked, curious.
"They became the Wang Zhu and started collecting taxes from us."
The girl followed the crowd toward the competition venue, saying to Yan Huan behind her:
"Grandpa said, you can only rely on yourself in everything."
"Financial relationships are the most solid, and you can't trust anything else besides that, especially those Pathwalkers who shout about saving the world for free... The price they finally demand often turns out to be unimaginably expensive."
Match One.
As a bodyguard, Yan Huan followed the girl to the stage, while the opponent and judges had been waiting there for a long time.
"Yo, isn't this classmate Yan Huan, what a coincidence!"
Montana stood opposite the two, smiling:
"I didn't expect you to enter after all. Where's March? With her personality, she should've signed up for this selection."
"She's busy making my small target."
Yan Huan shoved his hands in his pockets, not caring much about the selection.
Since it was a competition, they would rely on their own skills, and a bodyguard's duty was simply to be responsible for the client's personal safety.
"Welcome to Arena Thirty-Two!"
The Sodalu person judge stood in the center of the two and announced:
"The theme of this competition is--Acting School!"
"What the heck, it's still these same old things..." Hearing this test question, Yan Huan instantly lost