Spicy City, a mansion on the mountain.
The depression from a year and a half ago was no longer there. The mansion that had been bombed by a rocket had been renovated and was now even more luxurious.
There were many people guarding the many checkpoints on the mountain road, and the security was still not weak even when they reached the gate in front of the mansion.
At the You Kexin Auction last year, Ellie asked Kenda to sell all his collection for funds, and then used the funds to strengthen herself.
Today, the Garfield family was still a giant in Spicy City, but they no longer relied on drugs to make money. They had turned to the coastal transportation industry. Kenda's contribution was not small, but it was also related to Ellie's growth.
In the study, Ellie sat at the desk, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses that did not match her age. She was flipping through an account book.
She looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, but she did not have the youthfulness of a young girl. Instead, she had a mature and steady aura. Her blonde hair was tied up, leaving two strands hanging by her ears.
She flipped through the account book with one hand, and her eyes moved quickly behind the glasses. While she was checking the account book, her other hand holding a pen was quickly writing, leaving beautiful but strong words on the paper.
Nearly two years had changed Ellie fundamentally. She was still young, but she had the embryonic form of a strong career woman.
"Knock, knock."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Ellie's gaze did not move, and her hands did not stop moving.
The door opened, and Kenda, wearing a housekeeper's uniform, came to the table and stood in front of Ellie.
"What's the matter?"
Ellie put down the account book and pen. She knew that Kenda must have something important to say to knock on the door and come in at this time.
"It's news about Law," Kenda said.
Ellie heard this, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly got up and asked anxiously, "Tell me."
It was only at this moment that the girl would shed her pretense of being a strong career woman and return to the behavior she should have at this age.
Kenda hesitated for a moment and said, "Law is in the Sky Arena, and he has become a participant above the 200th floor. His match will be broadcast live tomorrow afternoon."
"Sky Arena?" Ellie asked doubtfully.
Kenda then told Ellie the time of the Sky Arena and Roland's match.
"Three o 'clock tomorrow afternoon?"
Ellie muttered to herself. At this time, she had an appointment with her business partner to discuss the final conditions. However, in order to watch the broadcast of the competition, it didn't seem important.
Kenda knew what motivated Ellie to transform so quickly. That was why he chose to let Ellie know even though he knew that these two things would cause a conflict.
Tomorrow's business deal had reached its final stage, but it was clear that it could only be brought forward, postponed, or not discussed at all.
"Kenda." Ellie looked up at Kenda.
She didn't need to say anything for Kenda to understand. He lowered his head slightly and said, "I'll do it right away."
"Okay." Ellie smiled sweetly.
Kenda turned and left, leaving Ellie alone in the study.
"You said that you would come and visit me, but it's been so long, and you didn't even call me, let alone show up."
Ellie took off her black glasses and gently placed them on the table. She pouted and her face was full of resentment.
She raised her hand and pulled out the ribbon that tied her hair, letting her coiled up blonde hair fall down like water. Then she looked at the two dolls sitting on the sofa.
Perhaps because they noticed Ellie's gaze, the two expensive dolls jumped off the sofa and walked towards Ellie. Their mouths made a soft clicking sound, as if they were smiling …
They spared no effort in promoting this battle to the level of a contestant challenging the floor master.
The video of Roland and Sandy's battle in the Sky Arena was edited into a compilation and pushed out through television and the internet. It was spreading at the fastest speed.
The main reason was that the time of the competition was too tight, so it was crazily pushed out.
Judging from the qualifications of the two contestants, Sandy, who had been in the Sky Arena for a long time, had a higher chance of winning. So since the opening of the competition, his odds were very low, while Roland, who had a low chance of winning, had very high odds.
For the combat reporters, it didn't matter who won this battle. If Sandy won, they would do a follow-up report with the theme of challenging the floor master. If Roland won, then they would package Roland as An Tongmu's old enemy.
The news about the three fingers that had been silent for a long time could also be spread out.
Because of the crazily wantonly push, people who knew Roland from all over the world saw this news.
For example, people who were saved by Roland, people who had become hunters, and the eldest son of the ten old men who stole the G2 virus data but left decisively because of fear.
That night.
Ge Er also saw this news. She would never forget the experience of being completely pressed under Roland's body on that stormy night. She didn't mention this to anyone.
At this time, seeing that Roland had become a contestant in the Sky Arena and that tomorrow's competition would be broadcasted live, she couldn't miss it.
At the same time, in a city where the lights were on, a black-haired teenager stood on the roof of a building, holding a mobile phone in his hand.
Opposite the roof, there was a huge screen hanging on the building of a shopping mall, which was pushing a preview of tomorrow's important battle.
The flashing light of the video reflected the black-haired teenager's body, and Roland's figure was reflected in his dark eyes.
"Beep beep."
At this time, the teenager's mobile phone in his hand vibrated, and a message came in.
He picked up the phone and looked at it. The message indicated the relevant information of the mission target. After browsing, he closed the mailbox interface and continued to look at the huge screen.
"Tomorrow afternoon at three o 'clock, do you want to take a look?"
The teenager said to himself, and immediately opened the mailbox interface. He quickly pressed the keyboard on the phone and typed a message and sent it out.
In a distant dry mountain, in a room of a huge mansion, there was a large bed in the center of the room.
A silver-haired strong man sat on the bed. It was Ilmi's father, Siba, and a woman was lying on the bed. She seemed to be pregnant, but it was Ilmi's mother, Gichu.
"Beep beep."
Siba moved his hand and took out the phone to check the message that just arrived.
This phone was the family member's internal line.
"Ilmi?" Gichu looked at Siba.
Siba glanced at the content of the message, then put away the phone and nodded to Gichu in response to her question.
"Is it related to the mission?" Gichu asked.
Siba shook his head and said lightly: "A small matter."
That message was related to Roland, and Siba vaguely remembered that Ilmi had mentioned this person.
More and more people knew about this game, and it seemed to be a warm-up for this year's Fighting Olympics.
Nitro, who had been paying attention to Roland for a long time, naturally wouldn't miss it.
On the day of the game, there was still more than an hour before the start time, but the tickets were already sold out, and the audience who bought tickets entered the venue early.
As for the audience who didn't get tickets, they could only stay on the first floor of the Sky Arena and watch the game through the monitors everywhere.
In the lounge before the game, Roland's face was pained.
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