Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1715 Proper Respect and Consideration
Ironskull and Ostrich followed suit.
“Count me in!” Aurora’s fair fist joined the circle.
All eyes turned to Vachon. Vachon’s gaze, however, was fixed on Emmanuel.
He thought this new leader’s smile had a powerful influence, naturally bringing everyone together. It made him believe that this
man could actually accomplish what even Xarri couldn’t.
“Mr. Vachon, you’re the only one left! Come on!” Ironskull urged. Vachon grinned, his fist almost as large as the other five
combined.
Six fists formed a circle.
“Good! Now, everyone rest and reset. Tonight, we’ll watch the other teams‘ matches,” Emmanuel said before parting ways with
the others.
Later, he went to the base and found Quell standing by the window, looking outside.
Emmanue! exchanged a glance with TriSec.
TriSec, being a smart man, knew Emmanuel wanted to speak privately with Quell. He smirked and said, “Fifteen minutes. Make
it count, not three seconds more!” He then left the room, standing guard outside to prevent any interruptions.
Emmanuel slowly approached Quell from behind.
Before he could speak, Quell, still looking outside, asked, “So, you’ve seen the matchups and came to ask me to fight against
the Shadow Clan, I lady wssume.
“Nope,” Emmanuel replied with a calm smile, looking at the proud woman’s back. “Is your name Quell Lannister?”
Quell immediately turned, coldly staring at Emmanuel. “Did Aqua tell you?”
“No! Don’t misunderstand Aqua,” Emmanuel quickly clarified. “Before coming to Dark Night Islands, I had a bout with a master
from the Lannister family. Your martial arts seem to come from the same school.”

“So what if it is?” Quell sneered. “Survive first, then we’ll talk. Until you earn my acknowledgment, I won’t tell you anything.”
Before Emmanuel could respond, the door burst open.
It was Vachon. TriSec stood beside him, shrugging helplessly, indicating he couldn’t stop the giant.
“Quell, if you still think Mr. Emmanuel is unworthy of your acknowledgment, you can duel. There’s still time. But what are you
trying to achieve with this attitude?” Vachon shouted.
Vachon knew that if Emmanuel hadn’t been injured two days ago while saving Ironskull, Quell wouldn’t have ended the match in
a draw with him. He couldn’t stand Quell’s attitude, which was detrimental to the unity of the Black Wolf Team.
Quell merely smiled coldly and turned away. “My standard for him isn’t about defeating me. It’s about whether he can match or
surpass Mr. Xarri!”
She would never forget what Xarri said before he left. He mentioned that the next leader of the Black Wolf Team could very well
be the true destined ruler of the Dark Night Islands. However, she hadn’t seen that in Emmanuel yet.
Frustrated, Vachon stormed out.
Emmanuel remained calm and confident. “I’ve never met this Mr. Xarri, but I will reach the pinnacle of the Dark Night Islands!” He
then turned and left.
Quell stole a glance back, her cold eyes revealing a hint of expectation for this man...
By evening, Emmanuel led the Black Wolf Team to the arena in the center of the island.
That night, there would be 19 preliminary matches there, and the results would inevitably produce 19 losing factions.
According to the rules, losers had two choices: either become slaves of the victors or be thrown into the great dungeon until the
final champion was crowned.
Everyone knew that the dungeon of Dark Night Islands was perpetually dark, bone–chilling, and cramped, a fate worse than
death. So, once defeated, the losing faction would face a fate worse than death, no matter their choice.
“Everyone!” Emmanuel didn’t leave the Black Wolf Team immediately but instead raised his hand and called out to the laboring
lower–class members.

“As the leader of the Black Wolf Team, I swear to lead us to the end and not let anyone become slaves!”
Although many doubted his words, the lower–class members, who had never received proper respect or consideration, were
surprised by Emmanuel’s promise to them at this moment.