Asmodeus bit the tip of his tongue, calming himself as another digital panel appeared in his vision. He glanced up at the text before looking back at Funf, who watched him with a twisted grin that distorted her pretty face.
[Arena Vote!]
[Reduce Difficulty - 3,200 Credits]
[Increase Difficulty - 10,000 Credits]
[Minimum Bet = 100!]
'Forget it... There's no chance of me betting against the entire hall split 70:30.'
He ground his teeth, wanting to tear her face off.
However, the Arbiter wouldn't let things end so easily. All he could do was wait for the right moment. He didn't remove his gaze from Brando for a second, knowing that the moment he contacted Velvet and prepared to take action, he would be opening the gates of hell.
'That existence below, and Grundig.'
'Not to mention this slut, who keeps trying to get my attention.'
