After that night, Hannah had truly forgotten the existence of Archer.

Her face was smiling once again, although rarely and faintly.

But Seventeen was very happy.

He had agreed to Hannah’s request to work together at the beast-fighting arena, but Hannah had to conceal her true face like before.

Everything seemed to have returned to how it was three years ago when Hannah had first come to Bly.

A petite girl, her face dusty, her eyes black and white, clear and round.

But this time, it was Seventeen who stayed by Hannah’s side.

Not long after, everyone working at the arena knew Seventeen had a "little brother."

Yes, a little brother.

Hannah had hidden her true gender as well, never speaking in front of strangers and pretending to be mute.

Fortunately, those they worked with were teenagers of similar age to Archer, all from the refugee areas, scrimping through life in the east, not competing for interests, so naturally, they didn’t target Hannah.

Three days later, it was Seventeen’s turn to enter the beast-fighting stage.

That was the rule of the arena, before each beast-fighting match began, someone was chosen to warm up the crowd. It was not a contest between people, but between people and beasts.

And every worker there would take turns according to a schedule.

When lucky, it was a fight against a wild beast, otherwise, it was against a mutant beast.

There was no need to think about the rewards for winning, because surviving was the best reward.

These were the rules for refugees living in the east.

According to the rules, Hannah was also supposed to enter the stage, but Seventeen had approached the boss and exchanged his two chances on stage for Hannah not having to go up.

That is to say, others took one turn, Seventeen would take three.

Hannah initially didn’t know about it, but she found out later, and those she worked with stopped her.

"Little brother, it’s not that we won’t let you go, but your brother has instructed us to stop you from going over there."

Hannah, unable to speak, could only glare at the young man blocking her.

But the young man just touched his nose and didn’t move aside, "Your brother is doing this for your good."

After all, Hannah looked frail, probably couldn’t withstand even a hit from a wild beast, while Seventeen was different. He was the strongest among them; he just had to endure ten more matches and then he wouldn’t have to fight anymore.

Moreover, the spectators in the stands didn’t care about your life or death; the bloodier the scene, the more excited they became.

Hannah stomped her feet in anger, and people stopped her whether she moved left or right.

Five people surrounded her.

In the distance, despite several doors in between, one could still hear the noisy, piercing shouts.

It was almost time for Seventeen to go up.

It was his second time this week, and his wounds hadn’t even healed yet.

Someone beat the gong, the signal that the countdown had begun.

"You all move aside!" Hannah finally couldn’t bear it anymore and pushed past the people in front of her.

The five youths stood frozen in place, not responding for a long time.

"This... this little brother’s voice is way too tender, it sounds like a girl."

Someone muttered.

Others snapped back to reality, "She’s run off, go after her, quick!"

A few of them hastily chased after her.

The door was not locked, just that before a match started, everyone instinctively stayed away from the beast-fighting stage.

Violence and bloodshed were stimulating for the refugees in the east.