Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  They simply didn’t know what these mentors were thinking?

  When the students, who thought that they would definitely get duped, found themselves inside a normal tavern in Wengka City, their expressions turned queer.

  “Do you think that the mentors would be so nice?” The little fatty stammered.

  “Would they starve us to death?” Qi Xuanxuan snapped, “We need to eat our fill in order to continue training and fighting.”


  “That is true.” The little fatty felt reassured and nodded.

  When he saw the platter of meat buns being served, his starving stomach instantly let out a series of growls.

  “Eat up.” Qiao Mu casually handed him a bun.

  “Thank you, Qiaoqiao.” The little fatty chuckled and was just about to bite into it.

  However, Ma Ta suddenly bolted up and shouted, “Wait!”


  As if someone had struck his acupuncture point, the little fatty’s mouth stayed open. He stared foolishly at Ma Ta, who had suddenly raised a ruckus.

  “Have you noticed? The atmosphere here is very weird!”


  At Ma Ta’s remark, everybody started scanning the inside of the tavern.

  Sure enough, it was the case!

  The five to six tables inside this tavern were originally seated with people. They were all dressed in coarse clothes and had set their weapons beside them. Right now, these people were staring covetously at their table of eight.

  The little fatty clutched his meat bun tightly and gobbled it up in big bites as he watched the people at those tables vigilantly.

  Qi Xuanxuan turned her head and saw the waiter running over with a tray of food.

  There were eight bowls of noodles on that tray, yet the waiter carried them over so effortlessly.

  Duanmu Qing nodded and took his bowl of noodles from the waiter. He asked the latter, “What is this place?”


  The mentors disappeared after dropping them off here.

  If they still didn’t realize by now that they had gotten duped by those unreliable mentors, then they really would be idiots.

  The waiter paused before giving Duanmu Qing a grin. “These friends do not know? You did not come to sign up for the underground battle arena tournament?”


  “What?”


  The eight of them were bewildered.

  “What are you acting for. Ordinary people wouldn’t come to eat noodles in such an out-of-the-way tavern. They have clearly come for the reward money.”


  “That’s right! Since you’ve come, don’t pretend.”


  The people sitting at the nearby tables started vilifying them, and they looked at them with unfriendly gazes.

  Duanmu Qing eyed the waiter calmly but still responded, “We indeed have never heard of this underground battle arena tournament.”


  “Who is Young Master Duanmu.” A young beggar suddenly ran in cheerfully with a letter.

  Duanmu Qing was surprised, but he still nodded at him. “I am.”


  “Young Master Duanmu, someone sent this to you.”


  The young beggar ran over and handed the letter to Duanmu Qing…… He then squirmed and said, “The person giving you the letter said that young master would give me a tip as long as I handed it over.”