In the Arena, Fatty Ben hurriedly turned around to see Larry, who greeted with a smile.
"You seem to be looking for something. What is it?" Larry asked with a questioning look.
"I'm looking for an opponent to fix a fight with my master." Fatty replied while walking towards the fighting ring.
"What?! Do you have a master?" Larry asked in a surprised tone.
"I mean, young master Kent, who helped me reach rank one as a gambler. I call him Master out of respect. He is a good person with extraordinary strength." Fatty replied with a proud smile.
After hearing Kent's name, Larry's brows knitted. Soon, his frown turned into a smile as Fatty looking for an opponent against Kent. 'Finally, it's time to set up a trap.' Larry thought with an evil grin.
"Ben, by any chance, is Kent a privilege fighter for you?" Larry asked, putting on a doubtful face. In reality, he already knew the answer to that question.
