So, its the guy fromst night… Daring to show up again, truly fearless.


    Looks like were in for a show tonight.


    The man with the tiger mask noticed the reactions around him and glimpsed Brysons face, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.


    Then, lowering his voice with a hint of amusement, he said, Walking into the lions den voluntarily.


    Interesting.


    Youve managed to evade our surveince and still dare toe here.


    Youve got some nerve and skill.


    Hidden in the shadows, the guards of Twilight Dimness were poised to take action but were halted by a gesture from the man with the in mask.


    The tiger-masked man stood up, his gaze fixed on Bryson and said, Youve got guts and skills.


    Lets have a talk. epting the invitation, Bryson responded, Sure.


    He stood and followed the masked man deeper into the bar, towards a hidden door.


    Their movement captured the attention of everyone in the venue, their eyes filled with astonishment and spection, and the buzz of conversations grew louder.


    hats this guys background? Boss Tiger personally took him in.


    Look at his calm demeanor, hes definitely not simple.


    He managed to win against the new leopardst night and even escaped from Boss Tigers clutches.


    Hes definitely skilled.


    Behind the door was a private room, dimly lit and charged with tension.


    The two sat down opposite each other, and the masked man broke the silence.


    Although you came here voluntarily, your skills are undoubtedly impressive, as everyone has seen. You managed to escape yesterday with so many guards in the dungeon, proving youre quite capable.


    He looked at Bryson intently and asked, So why have youe back today? Whats your purpose? Bryson leaned against the wall, his face unreadable.


    Escaping the dungeon would only prove that those guards were ipetent.


    But with your tight security around Twilight Dimness, I had no chance to flee.


    So I thought it best toe to you.


    Hearing this, the tiger-masked manughed and said, Since youvee to me, I can just catch you.


    If you hadnte, you mightve found a way out.


    Gesturing towards Bryson, he added, You had a slim chance before.


    Now, youve made the wrong choice.


    Maybe not, Bryson said casually. Right now, Im the only one capable of beating those savage beasts in the arena, right? The man behind the tiger mask frowned, puzzled.


    What are you implying? Dont you get it? Bryson asked with a raised eyebrow.


    If I return and win every match, how much will Twilight Dimness lose? Hearing this, the masked mans face darkened, though the mask concealed his reaction.


    Chuckling, Bryson continued, I dont need to exin much further.


    Everyone knows betting on me guarantees victory, but your arena will bleed money.


    And… Bryson smiled slightly, a hint of challenge in his tone.


    Its not just about money.


    Your reputations on the line too.


    Imagine a fighter bing a legend overnight, vanishing right under your nose.


    What would that do to the myth of Twilight Dimness security?