Chapter 65 Scheming Old Man Party 7 (2/2)

Laz finally just grabbed a cup of water before turning his head back around to the stage where two more contestants were coming up to fight. One of them had several tattoos all over his body while the other was covered in scars. Laz was quite amused by the different types of people who would do this kind of work. Some looked like they had been through hell while others just seemed to want to look tough.

Cough, cough.

Laz turned over due to the noise to look at the woman who had offered him drinks and found she was still standing in the same spot and looking at him while bent over. Luckily, Laz was prepared this time and didn't get trapped into looking below her neck. Although it took a bit of will power, Laz was actually truly interested in getting rid of this woman so he could focus again.

'Is there something wrong?' Laz said in his head, knowing that she couldn't hear him. Interestingly, he had tilted his head slightly when he said this to himself and she got that as a cue to continue.

”Uh, sir, is there something wrong with the drink?” The woman asked, somewhat nervously.

It was then that Laz realized that he hadn't taken a drink. Not thinking much of it, he raised his mask slightly and took a sip before putting the mask back down. Due to the design of the mask, raising it that much wouldn't reveal the face hidden behind it.

He then faced the woman and nodded before turning back to the ring. Laz really had no idea what the right thing to do in this situation was since he was far more interested in the matches on stage. Therefore, he was totally oblivious to what was going on. He also failed to notice the old man staring at him from across the room who started smiling when he took a drink.

The hostess smiled while her eyes lit up as though his acknowledgement was the very thing she was waiting for before bowing slightly.

”If there is anything else you need sir, feel free to call me over... err... just wave me over. I will be standing by for you only.” She then walked away in the direction of the old man.

Coming up to him, she stood by his side and her smile immediately dropped from her face.

”Good work,” the old man commented.

”Too easy. These guys who are supposed to be trained bodyguards seem to lose all sense of awareness when they are in such a relaxed situation.” The woman replied with a cold glare as she looked at Laz.

”They don't see this as a battlefield so of course they would be relaxed. It's normal for this to happen, hence why it's so easy to play them. Of course, this one seems to be amazingly dumb. According to the young master, there is no way that girl got a real merc so he must just be some sort of street fighter.”

”Tch.” The woman just clicked her tongue and didn't respond back.

”To be nameless and not attached to anyone important yet still to think that he can cause havoc here, he was asking to die from the moment he acted,” the old man commented with a thick venom in his voice. He was the old man who was in charge of security but he also was in charge of protecting the families interests. Because of that, even if he acted otherwise in front of Tommy, he wasn't going to let this young punk insult the young master.

”He should be honored to have had that glass of water. The powder mixed in is probably worth more than he will see in his whole life,” the woman commented while still staring at Laz.

”Perhaps, but that bitch of his just made off with almost $40,000 just from betting on him once. At least this will also keep us from loosing too much money from these kids.” The old man said back, somewhat nonchalantly. In truth, the money wasn't the problem as that was just pocket change. The problem was that half of the guests were from subordinate families who were there as a sort of reward while the other half were from peer families. The goal was to show off to one side while keeping the other side in line. It was really a kind of test the family arranged to evaluate Tommy.

The old man wasn't going to allow any outside factors to affect it.

”I don't see what the young master sees in that blonde bitch. It's not like we don't have contacts for these types of things,” the woman commented while taking a drink from a clean glass.

”It's not our place to question him, just to support him. Now, although one sip is enough, make sure to encourage him to have some more and don't let anyone else drink from those cups. It's not like it's going to kill anyone, but it is not a pleasant experience to go through,” the old man explained.

”I don't understand why we don't just poison him and be done with it?” The woman asked while looking at the old man.

”Sigh. You're still too young Jade. In this sort of situation, it is far better if that 'Blood Skull' dies in the ring as opposed to dropping dead in his seat. Far less questions and far more entertainment. Understand?”

”Ah. I see,” Jade said with a flash of enlightenment.

While they were talking, Laz was focused on the battle taking place on the stage, unaware of the plot against him.