A person walked out from the shadows, wearing the Night Patrol uniform—it was Luo Jin.
Their gazes met, and Zhao Xun's face changed dramatically, his expression full of murderous intent. But Matthew gently waved his hand and looked at Luo Jin, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "You still came."
"Archbishop, what's the use of talking with him? We must not let him leave alive this time!" Zhao Xun hadn't expected that in the prison, Luo Jin had been restrained with the Church's Spirit-Binding Shackles, rendering him no different from a useless person; everyone inside was his people. He truly couldn't understand how Luo Jin managed to get out.
Matthew ignored Zhao Xun and sighed lightly, "You keep watch here. Luo Jin, come with me."
Luo Jin directly ignored Zhao Xun and followed Matthew into the passage on the left side, entering another spacious chamber—a type of secret room that the arena had many of below.
It also implied that the scale was much larger before.
