C258 Seizing the Gong!

The elderly man moved swiftly through the area, his long, withered white hair flying wildly around his sharp chin and deeply wrinkled face. Behind him, he bore seven or eight thick, menacing green ghostly arms that clashed incessantly with the crowd.

Even after acquiring a bronze gong, he showed no desire to leave. Instead, he reached greedily for the remaining hammers and tokens