“Mr. Rhys?”
Otto and hispany were entirely dumbfounded by Stephan’s disy of respect toward Dustin.
Never in
their wildest dreams had they ever anticipated the renowned Mr. Chapman to havee forward
specifically for Dustin, let alone greet him with such reverence..
What was happening?
“Mr. Chapman, it’s been a while. Your abilities seem to have improved.” A quick nce from Dustin
drew his attention to the differences he spotted in the other man almost at once.
“It’s all thanks to the Gemiphen you gave me, of course. Not only did it heal my internal injuries, it gave
me ample power to have a small breakthrough.” Stephan’s face was filled with gratitude.
“Really? I suppose congrattions are in order, then.” Dustin smiled faintly.
“Mr. Rhys, where you’re sitting now doesn’t seem befitting for your status. How about we head over to
the reserved seats for the Harmon family?” Stephan gestured with one hand, still courteous as ever.
“Very well. This ce is infested with flies anyway. I’d rather sit amidst humans–less tiresome.” Dustin
nodded, not refusing the offer.
Just as they prepared to leave, Otto couldn’t help but speak up. “Mr. Chapman-”
“What?” Stephan turned, his expression cold. The way he treated Otto was theplete opposite of
when he’d been conversing with Dustin earlier.
“Mr. Chapman, I’m Otto Marsh. We met before, and you gave me a few pointers too.” Otto attempted to
turn the
situation in his favor.
“I’ve given pointers to a lot of people. As for you–I have no recollection at all.” Stephan left after
replying
dismissively.
Otto stood paralyzed, awkwardness creeping up his features. To have boasted for so long only to be
brutally rejected was humiliating beyond words.
“Who’s that little brat anyway? How could he turn out to be acquainted with Mr. Chapman?” someone
asked.
“He looks like a pretty boy taken in by Ms. Harmon. If it hadn’t been for his rtionship with the
Harmons, Mr.
Chapman would never stoop down to this level otherwise, let alone treat someone like him so
respectfully!”
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Julie said indignantly.
“After all that fuss, he turns out to be nothing but a leech, basking in the glory of the Harmon family. To
think that I, for a second, genuinely believed him to be someone important!” Otto released a sigh of
relief, though his
expression was contemptuous.
There was no glory in depending on women to climb the ranks. A real man depended on no one else
but himself and his own strength!
“Finally, Come sit.” As Natasha caught sight of Dustin, she immediately patted the seat next to herself,
signaling for him to sit.
Dustin didn’t hesitate either. He gracefully took his seat and said, “Boulderthorn is well–prepared this
time. I advise you to be more cautious.”
Natasha had yet to reply when Quentin, who was sitting beside her, scoffed. “Don’t worry about it. With
the King of Kicks on our side, victory is guaranteed to be ours!”
“If that is indeed the situation, I suppose it couldn’t be more perfect, then.” Dustin smiled lightly and
said no
more.
Amid the low hum of conversation, another group emerged from the right passageway. At their very
front was a man about thirty years of age, d in white. The man’s eyebrows were sharp, his
demeanormanding along with those strongly piercing eyes. The crowd parted around him easily,
allowing his presence to stand out with minimal effort.
This man was the principal disciple of Mr. Williams, Maximus Kane. Behind him, Brody Williams and his
tropes followed as well.
As soon as the two sides met, tensions rose immediately.
“Ms. Harmon, I admire your courage to rise to my challenge, but today, victory belongs to none other
than Boulderthorn!” Brody was the first to speak..
“Words are futile. Prove it to me with your actions if you really believe so.” Natasha returned
indifferently.
“I will! Today’s fight will be something else–there shall be no limits on the number of rounds and
participants. Thest person standing in the battle ring is the victor. How does that sound?”
“I have no objections to that.” Natasha nodded. In order to make it count, they had to make the other
party submit to them wholeheartedly.
Upon reaching an agreement, both sides began their preparations.
Shortly after, the first matchmenced.
Boulderthorn was the first to mount the ring. Their first contestant was an exceedingly heavyset beast
of a man. Every step he took sent shudders down the loosely–hanging flesh on his body.
The sight of him was ratherical, to say the least.
When he climbed up the battle ring and took his position, he even held the leg of roasted mutton in one
hand. his teeth tearing into the meat voraciously.