48. Code name: Moon and Laila

"Eléonor, it's your turn now,"

Crystal reminded her.

Eléonor frowned, staring at the bucket of chicken wings. She then shrugged, standing up and walking towards the ring with the bucket of fried chicken.

Crystal's eyes widened.

"You don't really plan on going with that bucket, do you?" Crystal voices out her thoughts.

"It's not against the rules,"

Eléonor mumbled, walking away without turning back, leaving the young lady dumbfounded and speechless.

Eléonor sauntered over the ring, looking majestic as always.

She cut out a part of meat from the chicken as she walked while holding the small bucket in her other hand.

Cool and fearless are definitely the perfect words to describe her. It was like she was walking into a place where she belonged. The place where she rules

The middle-range male that was standing in the ring snorted in disdain as he watched her walk over.

He is among the best new recruited fighters in the middle weight class, and he finds it very insulting when he is order