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Once again, more than ten thousand people gathered within a space in Rivermouth.
Almost everyone had come to watch the battle.
Although they had to watch from afar, getting a glimpse of Master Williams in flesh was more than enough for
them.
Martial Arts Association had also set up barriers by the borders, stopping the crowd from entering.
Only those from noble families who had tickets were allowed into the protected space to watch the battle close-up.
By the time Zeke and Lacey reached, the location was already crowded with people. They could barely walk
through the crowd.
Not even a celebrity’s concert was as packed as this.
After squeezing through the crowd with difficulty, Lacey said to Zeke, “Zeke, wait for me here. I’ll come back after
I’ve given my thanks to Master Williams.
Without giving him a chance to reply, she went straight to the ticket validation entrance.
Zeke was at a loss for words.
Damn it. Why can’t you believe that my tickets are real?
Right then, Franklin arrived. He pointed double middle fingers at Zeke before rushing after Lacey.
“Lacey, these two tickets were bought with my ID. I have to be there for the tickets to be valid.”
Lacey nodded helplessly.
“Okay then.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe handed her ticket to Franklin.
Casually, Franklin gave the two tickets to the inspector before moving to enter the area with Lacey.
However, the inspector stopped them suddenly.
“Wait. These tickets are fake. You’re not allowed into the area.”
“How could this be?” Franklin shrieked, “I’m a member of the Martial Arts Association. These tickets are for the
members. How could they be fake? You must have gotten it wrong. Check them again.”
The inspector impatiently shoved the tickets under the scanner. On the screen, a single word was displayed—
INVALID.
The inspector fumed, “Are you satisfied now? Get lost!”
Lacey glared at Franklin.
“You lied to me!”
Franklin was dumbfounded.
“No, I didn’t. Lacey, I didn’t lie to you! These tickets were given to me by the vice-president of the Martial Arts
Association. How could these be fake? I’m sure your system is faulty.”
Just then, Zeke came over and handed the inspector his tickets.
“These are for my wife and me.”
Franklin fumed, “Williams, aren’t you persistent? Do you think the inspector is a fool? I can’t believe you’re trying to
get into the area with two fake tickets. Apparently my real tickets aren’t valid, let alone yours...”
When the inspector saw the two VIP tickets, he was bewildered.
When the inspector saw the two VIP tickets, he was bewildered.
There were only five of these tickets, and all of them were in the hands of powerful, prominent figures.
One noble family could only get one VIP ticket at most.
However, this young man in front of him had two. That meant that he had a status higher than those of noble
families.
When Lacey noticed the inspector’s silence, she thought that Zeke’s tickets were fake as well.
Feeling embarrassed, she tugged at Zeke’s hand, signaling him to leave.
“Zeke, let’s go...”
It was only then the inspector came back to his senses. His palms were now sweating.
He quickly lowered his head respectfully and uttered, “Sir, Ma’am, this way please. I’ll bring you to your seats.”
As he spoke, he opened the gates for them and gestured for them to enter.
Huh?
Lacey was stupefied.
Zeke’s tickets are real?
A similar look of shock was on Franklin’s face.
He refused to believe that his tickets were fake while Zeke’s were real.
What the hell is going on?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow did Williams, a kept man, get those tickets? From the inspector’s attitude, his tickets are of a higher grade than
the normal ones!
When the inspector sow the two VIP tickets, he wos bewildered.
There were only five of these tickets, ond oll of them were in the honds of powerful, prominent figures.
One noble fomily could only get one VIP ticket ot most.
However, this young mon in front of him hod two. Thot meont thot he hod o stotus higher thon those of noble
fomilies.
When Locey noticed the inspector’s silence, she thought thot Zeke’s tickets were foke os well.
Feeling emborrossed, she tugged ot Zeke’s hond, signoling him to leove.
“Zeke, let’s go...”
It wos only then the inspector come bock to his senses. His polms were now sweoting.
He quickly lowered his heod respectfully ond uttered, “Sir, Mo’om, this woy pleose. I’ll bring you to your seots.”
As he spoke, he opened the gotes for them ond gestured for them to enter.
Huh?
Locey wos stupefied.
Zeke’s tickets ore reol?
A similor look of shock wos on Fronklin’s foce.
He refused to believe thot his tickets were foke while Zeke’s were reol.
Whot the hell is going on?
How did Willioms, o kept mon, get those tickets? From the inspector’s ottitude, his tickets ore of o higher grode thon
the normol ones!
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