Chapter 167 Encounter the Powerful Enemy (1/2)

”Humph. Jaya, the lady has been here herself. You'd better make it clear how many ink stones you've defrauded from the money shop in the past years!” the young man yelled at Jaya as if he was on a high horse, proud of his sense of justice.

”You little runt! I've been promoting you all these years. How dare you frame me?” Jaya shivered with fury. Never did he expect to have cultivated such an ungrateful person who would attempt to make false charges against him.

”Jaya, my father has always trusted and relied on you. You must set things straight from the very start. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude.” A beautiful lady in her twenties walked over, wearing a sour face.

After simply explaining the whole affair, Jaya pointed at Darren's figure on the arena. ”Look carefully, you little bastard! The lad is still alive. I've never scrounged a pension off the money shop!”

”Ah? What happened? Why didn't he die?” The younger man was left stunned.

”Humph!” With a grunt, Jaya took a green crystal card and handed it to the lady. ”Here are the commissions earned from the lad's five straight wins. And thirty thousand more ink stones are from the gambling. I'm sorry for not informing you about it. Please take them, my lady. Since you don't trust me, I must find another way to make a living. Goodbye.”

Being a crafty man, Jaya gave only a tenth of the ink stones he won to the lady. From then on, she would trust him more.

”This...” Left speechless, the lady suddenly slapped the young man hard. ”You bastard. Jaya has always been hardworking. How could you accuse him of doing such a shameful thing? Everything is clear now—you're the one to blame.”

”My lady, I...” Droplets of sweat began forming on the man's temples.

”Shut up!” Without letting him respond, the lady kept slapping him until he couldn't bear it any longer and ran away.

”I'm sorry, Jaya. You can keep these ink stones yourself as my compensation to you. Please don't leave our shop,” the lady apologized.

With that, Jaya looked much better.

On the arena, Darren made it to the sixth battle.

This time, his rival was far stronger—he must've been one of the best fighters at the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm.

”What do you think, Jaya?”

Darren's previous performance had captured the attention of the authority of Prison Battle Arena, so the middle-aged man went over to consult for Jaya's opinion.