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"She really wants to fight you?" Hector Gordon shook his head, clearly feeling like the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
Seeing Dahlia Sanders getting ready, with a look of determination to not stop until she got a fight, Yves King walked straight over, leapt lightly, and jumped onto the stage.
"If you're ready, then come at me," Yves King beckoned with his finger, full of ire and looking to vent. You'll be the one to take the heat off me.
Dahlia Sanders, seeing his face full of scorn, suddenly felt a surge of anger. With a "hey," she clenched her fists in front of her chest, alternating them up and down, shifted her weight onto her back foot, and moved her front foot slightly forward. Her toes were painted with red nail polish, and her gaze was fixed on Yves King, almost making him burst into laughter.
