"I'm not challenging you to see whether or not you can do it. Don't conveniently forget the terms. We're competing to see you can pass through to the 4th floor of the 2nd tier. Or, at the very least, see who can go the furthest. The loser treats the winner at the 5th tier!" A devious smile spread across Luvon's face.
The young man who had spoken first looked exasperated with his friend, "why are you so ridiculous? Not all of us have endless funds. Do you want my father to kill me for using his credit again?"
Luvon sighed, "you're as cheap as your old man, Erlan. Is it fun to pretend like you're poor? Stop being such a spoil sport."
Erlan rolled his eyes. It seemed that he'd have no choice but to acquiesce to Luvon's demands today. As long as he won, it wouldn't matter too much. But, he refused to face his father's wrath.
