Sampo had left the Underworld two years ago, so Chu Mu could only learn what had happened before then.
In the Underworld, Fight Club had briefly closed after the massacre.
It had later reopened. Dr. Juejue, the club's former commentator, had bought the place and resumed business.
The people of the Underworld needed entertainment, and Fight Club seemed to be their only solace, especially in this desperate age of lockdown.
Meanwhile, in the Upper District, the Supreme Guardian had gained a daughter. None of the ordinary citizens up above knew where the child had come from, and they were not even allowed to discuss it.
The Supreme Guardian often brought her daughter to major events, using those occasions to develop the child's character.
Sampo had once caught a glimpse of her from far away in a crowd. The girl wore exquisite clothes and stood onstage without a trace of stage fright. Her voice was clear and strong, her expression utterly natural.
Hearing all this, Chu Mu's expression relaxed considerably.
But one sentence from Sampo sent his spirits plummeting:
"The Old Director died."
Chu Mu sat numb for a long time before he managed to ask:
"What... happened?"
"She was old and malnourished. Her body couldn't hold out anymore." Sampo sighed. "Back then, there were injured disaster victims everywhere. After Big Sis left to open a clinic, the Orphanage couldn't find another substitute teacher right away, so the Old Director started teaching again. She had to cook, clean, and teach. She could barely have managed all that when she was young, but she was already in her sixties."
He paused, then continued:
"Then, one night, the Old Director went back to her room to rest. She'd spent her whole life being frugal, and she'd skipped dinner again. She got dizzy and