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Chapter 140 Emergency Meeting at the Arena

After York received the order, the three of them said take care of each other, leaving all the things in the house without any regrets, and walked directly towards the Triumph City as Ethan said.

As for Hao Te, he hesitated and wanted to say something but stopped.

"Sir Ethan, I want to know... how did you see the ring on my hand...?"

Ethan smiled slightly. The other party really had doubts in his heart, but he did not tell the truth, but lied.

"My ability is quite special, and I can sense its existence."

Hao Te nodded slowly.

"If possible, can you help me keep it a secret?"

Ethan shrugged.

"Of course, but can I know the origin of this ring?"

Hao Te turned around and walked slowly.

"Alas, this is the inheritance treasure passed down from generation to generation in our Dimos family."

"Dimos?"

Ethan frowned, this is the first time he heard this name.

"Dimos is a branch of the werewolf family. Our family is different from other wolf tribes. We advocate hiding in the world, eliminating demons and defending the way, following order and justice, and living in harmony with humans.

And this wolf ring is what our family has guarded for generations."

Hearing this, Ethan's eyes lit up, and he muttered the words "order and justice" in his mouth.

"But..."

Hao Te sighed and sat down in the weeds. He felt exhausted today.

"This ring has very magical powers. It has always been a treasure coveted by other wolf tribes. Since my father passed away, they have begun to hunt down members of our family unscrupulously, so that the Dimos family has been displaced."

"In addition to the wolf tribe, the blood tribe, the eternal enemy of our wolf tribe, also has a special liking for our Dimos family. My parents were brutally killed by them, and their spies are all over the continent. I have been carefully hiding and dare not slack off."

"I really envy York."

Looking at Hao Te sitting dejectedly in the weeds, Ethan secretly made up his mind.

"You should also leave Triumph City as soon as possible. I believe it won't be long before your enemies know that there are werewolves in the arena of Triumph City."

"But... if I leave, the Axe Gang..."

Ethan smiled slightly: "I have my own arrangements for them."

Hao Te was silent. Although he and Ethan met by chance, Ethan didn't seem to have any hostility towards him.

"If you need me, come to Ge Xia Palace in Turing City."

After finally meeting someone with the 'Ten Commandments Ring', Ethan certainly wanted to make friends.

Hao Te looked at Ethan gratefully, then nodded, and left the dilapidated courtyard after York.

In the lifeless courtyard, only Ethan was left standing in it, and he turned around and left in a moment.

Only the absurd loneliness of the courtyard remained.

Triumph City Arena.

The game had not yet ended, and the huge arena seemed unusually lively.

In the backstage of the arena, all the staff were silent, for no other reason than that the senior executives suddenly held an emergency meeting.

The person who facilitated this meeting was Ethan, the holder of the Mithril Badge of the Arena.

The most luxurious conference room in the arena.

There was an oval conference table in the middle. Sitting at the head was Geoffrey Congreve, the head of the Triumph City Arena. He had a blank expression on his face, and the faint smoke from the cigar in his hand was probably the most relaxed person in the entire conference room.

On Geoffrey's left and right, a group of senior executives lined up in order, about ten people, each of whom had a serious face, and the whole conference room was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Ethan, who was sitting at the end of the table, calmly narrated the whole story, of course, hiding the whereabouts of Hao Te in the middle.

He just said that he accidentally heard the conversation in the private room, so he knew what happened, and followed the group of hooligans who left the private room to know about this matter.

After the whole story was told, the conference room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The arena is a holy place for free competition, directly managed by the federal government, and has always adhered to the principle of fairness and justice, so it has been supported by the general public.

And now someone is so bold as to do something here, which is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the federal government and the top leaders of the arena. This behavior can be said to be a move on the head of the Tai Sui.

"In addition... I have dealt with those gangsters who walked out of the arena."

Jeffrey smoked his cigar without any pause, and he shook the ash slightly, as if he was listening to someone chatting.

Ethan killed those people without authorization to prevent the news from leaking out and being difficult to control. In the eyes of these big guys, this is a trivial matter.

No one questioned Ethan's words too much.

The result of the arena betting explained everything. Originally, the werewolf Haot had a high voice for victory, and the newspaper even gave an exaggerated 95% winning rate.

But even with such an objective disparity in winning rate, someone placed a heavy bet on his opponent, the unknown and weak thief, which was undoubtedly very abnormal.

At the end of the game, both the audience's reaction and the doubts of public opinion had caused a certain degree of discussion.

The big staff of the arena had of course seen through the clues long ago, but they could not find the planner behind the scenes.

It was not until Ethan told the whole story that the staff found out that the Axe Gang was involved.

"People who flout the rules should disappear."

"Second!"

"Second!"

"...Second!"

Everyone's opinions were surprisingly consistent, and the meeting ended quickly. At this time, the competition in the arena had not even been completed.

After the meeting, everyone left one after another, but Ethan did not move. Jeffrey, who was sitting at the head of the table, also sat motionless in his seat.

"Click~"

The door of the conference room was closed, and only Jeffrey at the head of the table and Ethan at the end of the table were left in the room.

Jeffrey flicked the ash and gave Ethan a look.

The magic wand in the latter's hand flashed, and a dozen silk threads appeared on his left hand, each of which was trembling slightly.

These ten or so silk threads were the "tracing threads" that he had just sewed on many senior executives without anyone noticing.

And there were complex network cables on the open left hand.

This is the magic use of "tracing threads" and "staff".

The combination of the two is a simple earth telephone.

The slight vibration of the tracking thread can amplify this extremely small vibration sound wave through the staff.

The movement amplitudes of the ten or so wires in Ethan's hand are similar, but if you look closely, you will find that they are different. Some have large vibration amplitudes, while others have small vibration amplitudes, which means that everyone is moving.

And one of them has a very slow frequency, and it is obviously moving very slowly, but it is the first to make a sound. The owner of the voice seems to be chatting with the assistant beside him: "Sinclair, my cherry tree at home has bugs, can you help me deal with it?"

The voice is neither hurried nor slow, full of gentleness, but a little playful ash in Jeffrey's hand fell on the table disobediently.

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