"Antonio!"
In the spectator stands, a black market boss crushed the wine glass in his hand with a CRACK. A mixture of wine and glass shards splashed onto the floor. He glared at the cigar-smoking Antonio, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
"You damn fatty, who would've thought you were the one who came prepared!" The female owner of the Dark Matter Nightclub had a grim expression. She crushed her cigarette into a mangled mess, her eyes filled with venomous killing intent. She gritted her teeth, looking as if she wanted to flay Antonio alive.
She had been completely confident in Goblin Ah Bin, thinking that even if he didn't win the championship, he'd at least place in the top three. That would have built up the Dark Matter Nightclub's reputation and let her rake in a huge profit. But thanks to Zhou Chen's appearance, her goblin didn't even make it to the finals.
