Amidst the boisterous and polite applause, Cain remained unruffled. He turned to his shell-shocked team, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Don't worry. We still have the lead."
"Captain, please allow me to participate in the fourth round."
One of the members stepped forward to volunteer. Cain turned back to appraise him. It was a slightly good looking guy with stylish, longish silver-blue hair. He wore a smug and confident smirk, his eyes gleaming eagerly as he sought this opportunity to prove himself.
"If I'm the one fighting, ten minutes is more than enough."
"Then I'll be counting on you." Cain nodded coldly. The gangly guy grinned and shook a couple of fingers in his captain's direction.
"Don't worry, I've got this."
