When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Mr. Lowell stood near the railing on the second floor and looked down to the men who were also looking up at him. He fixed his glasses when it slid through his nose slightly. Right after he put his arm down he started the game and focused on the men who got his attention. Ark frowned after hearing Mr. Lowell says the word ‘start’. He still hasn't prepared himself for the fight. Ark may be a beggar but he had alway joined fights especially when thugs are robbing him of his money that he worked so hard for. He suddenly remembered how he was in the past when he was still some kid, inexperienced and not knowledgeable to how the world works. He was always beaten up by thugs, he frequented the police station because he kept getting caught. The police were hard on him but they couldn’t put him