Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1717 Become One of Us
Yasmine remained respectful, saying, “Your Holiness, you are our supreme leader. How could we dare to alter your rules?”
Huh, nothing but blandishments! Mackenzie sneered. She knew she was a puppet ruler, held hostage to command the vassals,
and perhaps even less than that.
“I came to tell you that what you’re doing will get Emmanuel killed!” Yasmine sighed with regret. “Originally, our organization
sincerely intended to make him the strongest Airspace fighter, but if he insists on opposing us and truly incites a rebellion on the
island, the higher–ups of the Holy Trinity will be alarmed, and the result will inevitably be a dead end!” Mackenzie remained
expressionless, but her fingers twitched slightly.
“Of course, Freya is letting this game continue because she doesn’t believe he can unite all the factions. It’s a fool’s dream!”
Yasmine said bluntly. “Once he experiences failure, he will undoubtedly give up and eventually compromise with us. At that time,
Your Holiness, we hope you will also sincerely return to the embrace of the Holy Trinity!”
Mackenzie realized Yasmine was here to persuade her to surrender. Since the battle had already begun, she wouldn’t waver in
her resolve. She believed
Emmanuel shared her determination: they would rather die than assist such an ambitious organization that sought to overturn
the world order, causing global chaos and countless casualties.
The latest duel commenced as scheduled. That night, there would be six faction battles. Both the Black Wolf Team and the Solar
Group, having ranked among the top 16 in the previous year, had a bye in this round.
However, neither Emmanuel nor Quintus stayed uninvolved. Emmanuel, in particular, not only came to observe his opponents in
advance but also to understand the temperament of each faction and see how he could win them over.
But soon, he couldn’t sit still! Because of the cruel competition rules, none of these factions wanted to lose. No one wanted to be
imprisoned or become a slave to the victors.
Emmanuel didn’t believe these were Mackenzie’s rules, but for now, they all had to abide by them. Whoever broke the rules first
would be in the wrong. To unite all the factions against the Airspace Group, he needed a common enemy for them to rally
against.
Boom!

Another faction representative fell on the stage, spitting blood, hanging by a thread. He hadn’t admitted defeat, and his
determined gaze deeply shook Emmanuel’s heart.
The organizers set these rules to force the representatives to kill each other!
At this rate, even if Emmanuel could lead the Black Wolf Team to the top of the Dark Night Islands, there would be much fighting
strength left to unite against the Airspace Group. That wasn’t the result he wanted, and he didn’t want to see anyone else die on
the stage.
“Stop being so reckless!”
After one battle ended, Emmanuel finally couldn’t bear it and stood up, shouting loudly.
Even Quintus found him unfamiliar. In Yeringham, his top rival in love was not such an emotional or meddlesome person. But
Emmanuel didn’t care what others thought and continued loudly, “Please, fight to the point of winning or losing, but don’t pay the
price with your lives! Only by staying alive can you see hope, isn’t it?”
Though he spoke from the heart, the surrounding people looked at him with deadened eyes, and many even sneered. Who’s this
lunatic?
The brutal faction clashes continued. Each faction fought desperately for victory, and every move aimed to take lives. After
another bloody battle, one faction lost three people, and five were injured, while the victorious side also lost one person, and
three were injured. An amputated arm on the martial stage was a horrifying sight.
Emmanuel’s heart burned with anxiety to see such brutal conflict.
Meanwhile, Yasmine, who had come to watch, had a cold smile on her lips.
“Uniting these self–serving factions is nothing but a pipe dream! When your illusions shatter, you will join the Airspace Group and
become one of us!” she murmured to herself, looking in Emmanuel’s direction.
“Emmanuel, you’ll get used to it. No need to get so upset.” Quintus thought
Emmanuel was simply kind–hearted and unaccustomed to the brutal fights on the Dark Night Islands, which was why he was so
distressed.