"I want to go on stage."
Standing in front of the thin manager, Fang Yuan's hand flashed with a silver light.
The silver-quality pet's light suddenly lit up. It was the best way to show its strength.
Sure enough, when the manager saw the silver light, his attitude immediately became official. His shriveled face squeezed out a smile.
"Okay, may I know your name? Of course, if you don't want to be in the limelight, you can give yourself a nickname."
Having a silver-quality pet beast, although it was still not enough to meet the threshold of a big shot, it was not something that a manager like him could offend. The steward's waist had unconsciously bent a little.
Fang Yuan recalled and remembered there was indeed such a thing. All the contestants who entered the underground colosseum, in order to avoid publicity or to attract the revenge of their enemies, would usually give themselves a nickname as the code name for this place.
