Liam was pissed.
He was beyond angry.
It didn't really show, but he was seething inside.
Jargon hung around in the audience, a similarly frustrated look on his face.
Blood Troupe members lingered around him.
They wanted to intervene, but knew they couldn't.
That would just taint Liam's image.
Liam couldn't fake a loss either, even though that's what he planned to do.
'Whoever told him about me, I'm gonna cut their tongue off.'
Was it Oro?
He'd do something like that for money.
Meanwhile, the pressure on his hand got tighter and harder.
Liam adjusted his grip.
His slender hand was one-fifth of the Hound's, but he managed to curl it around in an arm-wrestling style somehow.
Ryu let out a guttural laugh.
"You're getting serious, are you? Someone give us a countdown!"
"Don't worry, I won't use any 'Ora' to strengthen myself," Ryu said.
