Love At The Wrong Table

Feeling a bit familiar, the beautiful supervisor asked, "W-What's your name?"
"Yosef Harper!" The man replied, staring at her. "I'm a representative of the Tanner family. Don't I have the right to go to the island?"
"Oh? It's, um, it's you!" The beautiful supervisor turned even paler. The staff member with Yosef's sword at her throat started crying. People around began to back away.
They had all received the police's message. 'this man had killed many people and escaped from prison.' .
"Please, calm down. Let me check with the boss!" The beautiful supervisor, fearing refusal might lead to bloodshed, called Joe for instructions.
The reply was surprising. "Let him board! Arrange a special boat to take him to the island!"
As the organizer of the martial arts tournament, Joe understood that many wealthy and influential individuals would attend the event. His goal was to make money and provide an exciting martial arts spectacle; other matters were secondary. Even if the police wanted access, they would find it difficult to bypass his security. Whether Yosef would participate was not Joe's decision; for now, he just allowed Yosef to reach the venue.
With a positive response, Yosef didn't continue his spree. Instead, he sheathed his sword and followed the beautiful supervisor onto the boat.
By now, night had fallen, but the island was brightly lit-a true city that never sleeps!
"Enter, the Quillen family's representative!" With the announcer's call, Emmanuel and Mackenzie led the way, followed by other family members. There was applause and fireworks-a grand event, almost like the Olympics, exclusive to the wealthy.
As Emmanuel entered, he realized why the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown had such immense influence. Nearly all the elite of Nuthana were present, even the mayor of Onza.
The order of entry was based on the current status of each faction in Nuthana- the higher the status, the later the entry. When the Quillen family entered, many others had already arrived. The Quillens were just in the middle, not drawing much attention from ordinary spectators.
The finals of the martial arts competition were all up for bets, which made them a hundred times more exciting than the preliminaries. The odds of the Quillen family winning were 1 to 32, placing them in the middle tier of attention among all factions.
"Haha, Ms. Quillen, hello!" As Mackenzie took her seat, the head of the Zigler family of Gratz approached with a proud smile, extending his hand for a shake. Mackenzie merely nodded, neither warm nor offensive.
"What? Looking down on us?" Linda behind him snorted coldly. "Don't be too arrogant; making too many enemies will lead to a miserable end!"
Mackenzie ignored the woman and asked Rustin Zigler, "Mr. Zigler, can I help you?"
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"I have to discuss with you." Rustin attempted to whisper to Mackenzie but was abruptly blocked