"I don't understand what you're saying." Cen Yu looked at the man in the mirror who was slightly taller than him. The man was wearing a gray suit similar to the one on the ring. Some water droplets from Cen Yu's hair splashed onto the man's sleeve as he moved, staining that part of the fabric.

Ryan was still smiling, his golden hair was neatly combed... but when he lowered his head, a strand of golden hair fell from his forehead.

His blue eyes looked at Cen Yu, and then his smile deepened—

Let's go.

He put the hairdryer aside.

"Your prince can't wait any longer."

Cen Yu didn't say anything, but just gave Ryan the middle finger again in the mirror.

...

"The gentleman in VIP box 001 is in the room."

Ryan stopped at the door after seeing Cen Yu off.

Cen Yu glanced at him, then pushed open the heavy, retro wooden door and went inside.

As soon as Cen Yu entered, he saw a floor-to-ceiling window that almost took up an entire wall, from which he could clearly see all the matches on the arena inside the tower... A man dressed in pure white stood at the floor-to-ceiling window.

He only turned around when he heard footsteps.

A face wearing a mask.

“A very exciting match,” said the guest in VIP box 001, looking at Cen Yu's pure white robe with satisfaction. “I want to sponsor you…”

This is the default rule within the tower.

The warriors can accept sponsorships from the VIP box guests.

They will provide rare weapons, potions to evolve the body, and other novelties.

What the Warriors need to do is put on a great show for them.

In short, an alternative dogfighting game.

Cen Yu, dressed in a white robe, said, "I refuse."

The other party seemed surprised by Cen Yu's straightforward refusal. He glanced at Cen Yu and said, "Perhaps you don't know," he said, "I provided Luther with a lot of resources, everything you can think of... money, fame, of course, gene evolution potions, and those things I got from the dungeon."

In short, Luther was the last player he favored, but now that player has been eliminated by Cen Yu.

“I think you have a lot of talent,” he continued. “Of course, I won’t force you.” He added, “I’m just offering you a better suggestion, and I hope you can reconsider before making a decision.”

Cen Yu thought for three seconds, then said, "I refuse."

The masked man looked at him, and Cen Yu met his gaze.

"May I ask why?" asked a guest in VIP room 001.

“The reason is simple.” Cen Yu smiled at the masked man. “I have no interest in being someone’s dog.”