Cain watched us from the opposite side of the arena, his eyes cold and calculative. He folded his arms, evidently thinking, what do you plan to do now, when you're down one match?
"Damn it, Lily actually…" Perspiration running down his face, Cody Crosby muttered a curse under his breath. However, calm as ever, Harrison turned to him.
"Can we leave the second match to you, Cody?"
"No problem!" the assassin wannabe replied somewhat confidently. "Leave it to me!"
I raised my eyebrow at Harrison's choice. Was he trying to be Wang Zhong or something? Of all the people to send for the second match, he chose Cody. What did he intend to do?
"Hey, what's up with Harrison?"
"Who sends an Assassin type for the second match after already losing the first?!"
"What's going on?"
The spectators were also murmuring in confusion, their skepticism at Harrison's tactical selection visible and audible.
