HPDBC Chapter 559 Viewing Area
Chapter 559 Viewing Area
Before she could reach her designated area, they were stopped by security. Two guards stepped forward, their faces stern but professional.
"Standard procedure, my lady," one of them said, gesturing for her to stand aside.
JJ nodded, her pulse quickening as the guards approached. Her mind raced. The spider—the one she had been so careful to hide—was still in her pouch. She had felt its weight against her leg just minutes ago. What if they find it? Her heart pounded in her chest.
The Black Bulls had their claws in her, and if the spider was discovered, it could mean more than just suspicion. It could mean everything she'd worked to hide would be unraveled.
The guard began his search, his hands moving methodically, first patting down her cloak, then moving to her pouches. He pulled out the water flask, gave it a cursory glance, and placed it back without a second thought. JJ's stomach twisted as he moved to the next pouch—the one where she had hidden the spider.
But when his hand reached inside, he pulled out nothing but a scrap of cloth. No spider. No trace of the tracking device that had been following her every move. JJ's breath caught in her throat. It's gone?
The guard finished the search, giving her a nod. "Everything seems in order," he said, stepping back to let her pass.
JJ blinked, momentarily stunned. She forced herself to nod in return, but her mind was spinning. Where did it go?
The butler noticed her hesitation, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Shall we continue, my lady?" His voice was calm, but JJ could feel the weight of his gaze on her.@@@@
JJ moved toward the front, where the railing stood not to overlook the battlefield itself, but to separate them from the rows of control panels and tech stations. The high-tech setup pulsed with quiet energy. Holographic screens floated in the air, showing different angles of the Arena, while data streams scrolled down in real time, reporting every movement and injury the contestants sustained.
She settled into her spot, her eyes drawn to the central screen where Kern and Gisorn appeared, already moving into position. Their images flickered in high definition, every bead of sweat and the strain of muscles visible as they navigated through the terrain. From here, miles away, JJ could still see every detail as though she were right beside them.
A few sponsors were already present, some standing close to the screens, others seated in sleek, leather chairs that curved around personal holographic displays. They weren't talking much—just observing, pointing out tactics, adjusting their bets through embedded panels in the armrests.
A man dressed in dark, tailored clothing approached the spot next to JJ. His gaze flicked briefly to the screen showing Ty's team before settling on her. "Impressive setup this year. They've upgraded the motion tracking. You can see the slight shifts in posture before they even make their move."
JJ didn't turn to look at him, her focus still on the screens. "Every year they push the technology further. Keeps people engaged."
He gave a small nod, leaning against the railing. "And you've done your part in that. Backing a demon. First one in fifty years." His voice carried a hint of disbelief. "Not many would make that choice."
JJ's eyes stayed on the battlefield feed. "Ty isn't like the others."
"Demons rarely are." The man's gaze shifted back to the screens, watching the live feed zoom in on Ty, the black flames flickering faintly around him, waiting. "People remember the last one. Didn't end well for anyone."
JJ didn't respond, but her hand brushed the sleek surface of the control panel in front of her, ready to send aid if necessary.
Around her, other sponsors were doing the same—some were making last-minute changes to their strategies, others quietly chatting, glancing between screens and data. JJ heard fragments of conversation—one sponsor discussing a weapons drop, another adjusting the health statistics of their fighter, preparing for the worst.