After Li Mei visited Han Yu, she very graciously allowed him to rest for a few more hours, which Han Yu was very grateful for. He knew he needed it, and so did she. After all, Han Yu intended to go to the underground arena once more tonight.
The temptation of gold was simply too much for his greedy heart to resist.
As such, he slept till late afternoon and visited Li Mei for his 'special tools' and then left for the arena at night.
The underground arena was colder tonight. Not just in temperature—but in spirit.
Han Yu stood in the preparation area, still holding the small pouch Li Mei had handed him earlier that day. It clinked with half a dozen new "throwing pills," all marked with unreadable, chaotic scribbles.
He was still sore from the last match. Still hadn't fully recovered. Still had doubts.
But gold coins were gold coins.
