"Whew!"
After a brief silence, the entire arena erupted into a frenzy like a crashing tidal wave.
Everyone rose to their feet, from wealthy young masters to beautiful married women, applauding and cheering for the splendid matches and the whole night's entertainment.
Even those who had lost money did the same. Nobody who could come here was ordinary. At most, they had lost a day's spending money, not like the fools in ordinary fighting arenas who could gamble away an entire month's living expenses.
This friend was no exception. If Zeng Mu had not lent him money earlier, his losses would have amounted to no more than the price of a meal, perhaps not even that.
Nobody in the arena knew his true identity. Even the owner behind this establishment had no idea where this frequent customer came from. All anyone could confirm was that he was not from the Temple Capital. His identity had therefore remained a mystery, one Zeng Mu would only happen to unravel three years later.
For now, Zeng Mu still did not know his name, because he had no interest whatsoever in the fellow's identity. Even if he learned who the man really was, he probably would not find him much more interesting. The man, who had never liked volunteering his name, was much the same. If nobody asked, he simply remained mysterious, just as he disliked asking other people's names. He felt that, in a certain sense, doing so damaged the sincerity of human relationships by introducing all sorts of unnecessary emotional associations.
All in all, however, he was still very grateful to Zeng Mu that night.
Once that evening's splendid fights were over, he would be leaving the Temple Capital. So, before departing, he patted Zeng Mu on the shoulder and said something