Compared to the Lower Districts and Upper Districts in Leviathan Quay, there were few floating districts in the city.

And for each floating district, there were massive bridges connecting them to the Upper Districts, but the one fact about them was that the bridges were always packed with traffic.

Not every citizen of Leviathan Quay was rich enough to live in the floating districts, but there are lots of working-class citizens who work there in different offices. The best literate jobs are found in the floating districts.

The construction companies have their headquarters in the floating districts, and most military leaders of Leviathan Quay also live in the floating districts.

Leon expected Picasso Lifestyle to pull out with a bus to take him to the floating district, but clearly, he underestimated how rich the nightclub was.

Instead of a land bus, Mr. Paul pulled out with a modified version of an airbus. A luxurious, limited edition version.

The flying machine had four wheels and it had a unique square shape. It was almost 4 meters tall.

Staring at it, Leon's eyes lit up at the design as a term echoed in his head. 'It looks like a G-Wagon'.

He didn't really remember what a G-Wagon was or what it looked like, but looking at the flying machine reminded him of the term.

The moment Leon revealed his intention to leave now, the manager, Mr. Paul quickly completed his preparations.

The 2 thugs got the nightclub's specialized pilot. They also got 2 other thugs to replace them on door duty, and then with the nightclub's employed pilot, they drove the modified airbus out.

Today, the 2 thugs were acting as Mr. Paul and Thomas Riley's escort.

The moment they all entered, the pilot drove off.

Mr. Paul already had a target in mind- [Floating District G12]

From Compton District, there was just 1 air-lane leading to Floating District G12 and unlike the bridge, this air-lane was free with only 3 airbuses driving through it at the moment.

Less than 5 minutes after they took off into the sky, they arrived at the floating district.

Leon laid eyes on the interior of a floating district for the first time.

Unlike how the Upper Districts were supported by the Lower Districts as their foundation, the floating districts were purely supported in the sky by heavy duty electromagnetic and anti-gravity machines.

Up-close, the floating district looked like a floating island with a glowing blueish white bottom.

Inside, one difference separated the Upper Districts from the floating districts and that was the grandeur and luxury.

There were no old buildings here.

In Floating District G12, all the buildings, skyscrapers, and megastructures looked like they were built for royalty. They had predominant color themes of brown and purple.

The population was less than the congested Upper Districts, there were few pedestrians too. It seemed like everybody was either at home, or driving through the streets on sleek-looking cars, or driving towards a large globe-shaped building close to where Leon's group entered the floating district on.

On the Southern end of this floating district, there was an eye-catching globe-shaped building.

"That's our destination". Mr. Paul immediately pointed out.

Leon acknowledged quietly as he looked at the building, and immediately a floating holo-signboard caught his attention.

[Grand Prix Arena]

Around the globe-shaped building, there was a massive fenced compound housing a large garage which was now filled with dozens of luxurious cars.

There was a pathway leading through a metal gate and inside the compound, it was big enough for 3 cars with a similar size to the floating airbus Leon was on to pass through at the same time.

Once the modified airbus got close enough, it descended from the sky, entering the pathway and then driving towards the gate.

There were guards on duty on the gate armed with Rifles and machine guns. Once they got close enough, the guards stopped them as one of them walked close to the pilot's seat.

Once the pilot rolled the tinted glass window down, the guard looked inside the car, scrutinizing its passengers then he asked.

"Who are you and what's your business here?"

Mr. Paul on the other seat at the front of the vehicle immediately showed a white and brown ticket to the guard. "This is my ticket".

"My name is Mr. Paul Pork, I'm a fight promoter for my friend here," he turned and gestured towards Leon. "He's my gladiator candidate, Mr. Thomas Riley".

'Thomas Riley?' The guard clearly recognized the name as his eyebrows jumped up.

He scrutinized the Thomas Riley in question, then he calmly nodded. "You can go in".

He was extremely professional.

As the car drove in through the pathway, Mr. Paul revealed a smug expression on his face as he inclined his head to look at Leon as if looking for praise but Leon completely ignored him.

Once they drove in, the 5 of them came out as Mr. Paul led the way to the globe-shaped building.

Entering inside, they first arrived in a long receptionist area where multiple receptionists attended to visitors and verified tickets.

"Are you here to watch or fight?" A female receptionist asked Mr. Paul who led the group.

"Watch and fight". The manager responded.

Not unfamiliar with this term, the female receptionist typed away at her computer then she outstretched her hand and asked politely. "Your ticket sir".

During the process of verifying the ticket, she raised her head in surprise. "Thomas Riley?"

Mr. Paul grinned. "Yes, he's my fighter and I'm his promoter. I'm the manager of Picasso Lifestyle Nightclub".

The female Geneform's eyes gleamed with clear excitement as she located Leon among the group. "I'm a great fan of yours sir!" She said exuberantly. "What you did yesterday was really heroic, I wish there are more people like you!"

Leon acknowledged by nodding without smiling.

After that, she addressed Mr. Paul, Thomas Riley's promoter. "Sir, there are 35 fighters currently signed in today".

"Mr. Thomas Riley, uh… Ring Man is the 36th fighter today," she looked at her monitor screen. "We're currently on fight 23, meaning your client will have to wait till fight 36 before entering the ring".

"Don't worry, here in our octagon arena, most fighters are confident in their ability and tend to rematch after losing so he'll have ample opportunities to fight".

Mr. Paul calmly nodded, then he asked. "What's the pay?"

Hearing this, the female receptionist took a careful look at Thomas Riley before saying. "Sir, as a promoter you should know that our pay depends on factors such as the record and popularity of the fighter".

"The base payment for new fighters is 15 Neo Credits to 20 Neo Credits per fight…"

'15 what?!' Leon almost broke persona in that moment as his breathing became faster. '15 Neo Credits per fight? Hehe, this is what I'm talking about!'

She didn't stop as she continued. "…For established fighters with impressive resume, their pay per fight ranges between 24 to 45 Neo Credits, but for fan favorites, payment can rise up to 60 and 65 Neo Credits per fight".

She added. "Also, promoters mostly take 10% of their fighter's earnings".

Hearing that, Mr. Paul grinned and looked at Leon. "That's the standard, but for you, Picasso Lifestyle is willing to lower our cut to 5% of your earnings".

Leon nodded calmly but inside, he smiled, feeling that this chubby manager who also dubbed as his promoter no longer looked as ugly.

Mr. Paul turned to face the receptionist again. "As his promoter, I want to promote my fighter. I can do that even inside here right?"

"Of course". The receptionist smiled.

Hearing that, Mr. Paul's grin widened as he flicked his hand at one of the 2 thugs who immediately brought out a simple HD camera from his pocket.

With it, he instantly started videoing Thomas Riley, recording everything that was happening.

It was a LIVE video!

Leon's face turned stiff. 'F*ck, why didn't you tell me first?'

His inner complaints were only superficial though as he already understood what Mr. Paul was trying to do, this was what it meant to take advantage of celebrity status. So long it brought more money, Leon would endure.

'How many fights before I become a fan favorite?' He wondered.

Seeing the camera, the female receptionist had a clearer idea of what Mr. Paul meant. She added. "You can record everything except one, you're not allowed to record Mr. Thomas Riley's full fights".

"That right is only exclusive to Grand Prix Arena TV".

"Understood". Mr. Paul bobbed his head up and down in understanding.

"One more thing," the female receptionist looked at Leon and flashed a big smile. "All 35 fighters who signed in today are all Ascended, but still I'm rooting for you sir!"

Hearing the infectious sincerity and clear enthusiasm in her voice, Leon could not help it as he smiled but then he froze. 'F*ck, I broke character'.

His face quickly turned cold again but she saw him smile, the camera captured it too. She maintained a big smile on her face.

After that, Mr. Paul paid for viewership tickets for everyone except Leon to enter inside the arena and then they left.

They walked through a corridor and then they emerged inside the arena.

Leon observed his surroundings, quickly noticing the octagon where 2 fighters were embroiled in an intense battle at the moment. The violent flare of ADE showed that it was a battle of Ascended.

Outside the octagon were rows of spectator seats that rose into the sky like the chair-setting of a stadium.

The spectator area was massive, but only 1/5th of it was occupied at this moment by spectators as they watched the battle intently.

Leon observed the spectators and immediately, he noticed how different they were from what he saw in Picasso Lifestyle's underground arena.

There were no drunkards here, mostly Geneforms dressed in corporate suits and glasses, refined men. There were also Synths.

Leon was surprised. 'These are the first Synths I've seen in Leviathan Quay, right?'

Mr. Paul led them to a row of seats closer to the octagon arena and then they sat, watching the fight.

Throughout, the camera was mostly trained on Leon.

Leon decided to treat it as air as he focused completely on the octagon, eager to learn about his opponents as he was facing Ascended this time.

Both were clearly Cyber Gladiators from their violent purple ADE, Leon also gauged the intensity of their ADE to be F Rank.

One was a Synth and he wielded a set of cybernetic implants tightly attached to his hands from the elbow down and to his legs from the knee down.

They massively amplified his power but those were only its base effects. On his hands, the cybernetic implants could grow hooks to attack and catch opponents off-guard, and the legs could grow hidden daggers.

The other guy was a Geneform and he wore gray cybernetic boxing gloves, a pair of cybernetic elbow pads, the same pads on his knees, and a pair of gray cybernetic boots that pulsed with blue electronic energy.

The pads had installed propellers, and alongside the gloves and boots, they formed a set that massively increased the speed of this Cyber Gladiator.

It was a clash of power vs speed.

The abilities of Cyber Gladiators made it extremely competitive and interesting, lasting extremely long compared to the fights that Leon witnessed back in Picasso Lifestyle's subterranean arena.

After more than 10 minutes, the Synth won.

The announcer commentated in an excited voice. "Iron Fist steals his 3rd straight win, what a day!"

For the next few minutes, more fighter's came from the fighter's area after being called as Iron Fist fought against 3 more opponents and won, then the name of his 4th opponent was called.

"Next fighter, Spitfire".

Leon felt that the name seemed familiar but he didn't really pay attention to it, wondering if Iron Fist would extend his winning streak right until the new challenger entered the octagon.

The moment the new guy entered the octagon, his eyes constricted. 'Eh?'

'Wait… is that not Daren?'

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