The creaking dim lights swung overhead, illuminating the blood-stained, damp ground.
The air was tainted with the mixed scents of alcohol and vomit.
People crowded densely below the raised platform, emitting bloodthirsty and fierce roars.
A small-statured girl clutching a cash box shouted as she darted below the ring.
Stuffed in the cash box were neither coins nor the imaginary credit points or other solid currencies.
Instead, they were "bonds" issued with guarantees from the leaders of various organizations—"Physical money" never seen by the Salary Slaves of the Upper City District.
Xi Sang always had an excellent memory, she could distinctly remember who had paid and who had not. That's why she was sent by Strangulation to collect money.
Behind her followed two burly men, an emergency measure against those fools who tried to blend into the crowd and watch the fights without paying.
