"Yes".
Endrick felt his heart skip a beat on hearing that word.
'Holy sh*t, I'm gonna die!'
'These guys seriously want to fight? They seriously want to fight!'
'Damn, this pressure, it's suffocating me!'
'Why do I feel like a battle between these 2 guys will be like a battle between 2 cultivators in an eastern fantasy story?'
'If it's so then I'll be the random extra who dies from the shockwaves, f*ck!'
'Damn, stop it already!' Endrick was having a mental breakdown.
The atmosphere at this moment didn't affect only him, it truly felt like a war was about to erupt as Kazuhiro and Pearce became guarded.
Throughout all these, the same creepy smile remained on Wesley's face.
Both their eyes remained locked for more than a minute.
Branco finally spoke again. "Yes". He repeated it. "I still want to take the Freestyle ball for myself, but in exchange I am willing to pay you guys for it".
