"Bullying the younger generation now huh? That's not befitting of a man your age, don't you think?"
Thud!
Hearing that voice, the bald-haired old man grinned then he stretched. "Nice warm-up". He idly commented.
Then he finally turned to face him. "You've come".
"Were you expecting me?"
"Hehe," The bald-haired old man chuckled. "Why did you think I went through the pain of warming up?"
"Of course it was for your arrival!" He grinned excitedly.
Staring at the old man with custom-made thick leather attire sewn like a suit, the bald-haired old man kept on grinning like a fool.
Fire Fist Ack casually looked round at the battle coliseum, including all the defeated warriors now lying about in pools of their own blood.
"I never expected it to be the Fate Society". He commented.
Then, raising his head, he finally looked the bald-haired old man in the eye. His wrestler-style white pants and socks were eye-catching.
