Chapter 58: Second Fight

’How should I do it?’

Enzo took a deep breath.

(You don’t have to do it right now. You can watch this battle until it ends.) Miya spoke again.

(No. The sooner, the better.) Enzo replied.

Delaying it might only put more pressure on his mind.

However, he suddenly saw something shocking.

Dilan suddenly touched Gracie Torres’s thigh, which was exposed through the slit of her dress.

It was not an accidental touch. It was clearly a caress.

The woman glanced at him without any change in her expression.

Dilan then stood up and entered the door behind the VIP stands, which required his fingerprint to open.

"Oh..." Gracie suddenly stood up as well, stretching for a moment before following him through the door.

(Do you want to see what they’re going to do?) Miya asked with a chuckle.

(What are they going to do?) Enzo asked.

(I don’t know. Isn’t it interesting to watch? I’m sure they’ll do something. You’ll be able to see it through my Mental Sense.) Miya replied.

Immediately afterward, Enzo truly saw something else that was not coming from his own eyes.

It was an even better form of vision. He could see in 360 degrees.

Behind the door was an office with a desk and chairs, along with a sofa for guests.

Dilan was already sitting on the sofa with both arms resting against its back.

What was astonishing was that Gracie actually climbed onto his lap and sat there while placing her hands on his shoulders, a faint smile on her face.

"Why are you so impatient?" she said, her voice also audible to Enzo.

"I can’t forget how it felt that day," Dilan replied, placing one hand around the woman’s slender waist while his other hand caressed her thigh.

The woman casually began unbuttoning Dilan’s shirt one button at a time.

"Hey, why did you ask them to change the large man’s name to Enzo Muller? Wasn’t his name Ramos Horta? Have you already grown to hate Enzo even though you just met him?" the woman chuckled.

"That’s not the issue," Dilan replied.

"Hahaha, what else could it be? It can’t be pleasant, can it, when a young man your age achieves things you didn’t even dare dream of? I felt the same way when I was young, but what is there for you to worry about? You’re the real boss here."

Enzo: "..."

"By the way, can you help me make sure those two female participants survive their second lives? I really want both of them," the woman said again as she began caressing Dilan’s exposed chest.

The latter seemed to think deeply.

But instead of giving her an immediate answer, he began lowering the upper straps of Gracie’s dress, revealing the bra underneath and exposing her waist.

"Maybe I’ll try, but it depends on how satisfied I am," he said.

"You’re really good at tempting me." Gracie smiled slyly before suddenly wrapping her arms around Dilan’s neck and kissing him aggressively.

Dilan responded to the kiss, removing the woman’s bra before touching her breasts.

If Enzo had still been able to control his expression earlier, now he was beginning to breathe heavily.

"Uncle, what’s wrong with you?" Rosa asked.

"Did you get acid on you?" Zara touched his wrist to check his pulse.

"You should have told us if you had asthma. We wouldn’t have given you a cigarette," Rosa added.

"It’s nothing. I’m going to the bathroom for a moment," Enzo said, standing up and walking toward the door marked "Restroom."

(You can’t look any further.) Miya said, and at that moment, Enzo could no longer see anything.

(You know, that woman is my assistant’s mother.)

(I know... She’s definitely a bitch. Her husband is too stupid to realize it. But isn’t this interesting? Why does she need these prisoners?)

(Why?)

(That’s what we’ll find out. You don’t need to deal with it. I’ll tell my fourth brother about this.)

(Yes. By the way, I’ll do it now, so no more prisoners die and that woman can get more of them.)

After saying that, Enzo actually jumped onto the stone platform, landing directly in the middle.

’Damn...’

He felt uncomfortable under everyone’s shocked gazes, especially with the active cameras now pointed directly at him.

"What are you doing?" the host immediately shouted, his eyes widening.

Nothing like this had ever happened throughout their event.

Enzo was too lazy to respond. He simply stared at the black sword symbol.

He opened his mouth, his mind willing the sword to enter his stomach.

Will.

This was the most mysterious power because it essentially used the power of the world to fulfill one’s personal desire.

He could use it to kill, and naturally, he could also use it to destroy.

It was said that a Lord of Earth could even create a massive explosion through nothing but their will.

Because Enzo desired it, he found that the black sword symbol was actually rising into the air.

Its form began to condense, looking more like a black liquid, yet it had no mass.

The spectators were even more shocked when they saw this.

And everything happened too quickly.

It simply flew into Enzo’s mouth.

The host could only stare with even wider eyes. He did not even have time to call the security guards to stop him.

"Mm..." Enzo felt strange.

He could feel something inside his stomach. However, it was not like food or Spiritual Energy that would be absorbed automatically.

It felt as though he had swallowed an iron ball. Its presence was extremely clear.

His body could not absorb it on its own. He needed to focus his mind on it.

"What was that?" the spectators wondered.

"Hasn’t that always been there? I thought it was just paint."

"I don’t think so..."

"How dare you! Spit it out, brat!" the host shouted.

"What are you waiting for? Capture him and cut open his stomach!" he ordered the security guards.

"Anyone who dares touch our uncle will become an enemy of the Stanley Family. No one will be able to protect you from us!" Zara shouted at that moment, despite merely standing there.

It turned out to be intimidating enough.

The security guards instinctively stopped.

"You fools, who do you think feeds you and provides you with resources?" the host shouted even more angrily.

His face twitched when he realized that Dilan was nowhere to be seen.