At 1:30 p.m.
The arena had dedicated ticket handlers for betting, but betting did not start until 2 p.m.
Outside the private viewing seats.
A pair of women with striking presence attracted the attention of the spectators, instantly making the excited viewers lose interest in predicting the popular fighters' match-up. They were simply drooling, as if they were in a wild camp.
"I'm just watching, not betting."
A woman dressed in a light yellow chiffon dress, with a servant holding a parasol and wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, said to her companion.
"You'll definitely like it."
Another woman, slightly playful and wildly dressed in a studded leather jacket and golden short hair, held her friend's hand and admired her freshly done manicure.
Both women had bodyguards with them and exuded an air of luxury that could not be faked—either nobles' daughters or rich heiresses.
