"That bastard—lowly trash!" Chris growled, his voice venomous as he slammed his fist against the stone pillar he had been leaning on, the force cracking the surface slightly.
His furious gaze swept across the arena, still trying to process how Liam had outmaneuvered them so effortlessly.
Lucian clenched his fists, gritting his teeth in frustration. "Damn it! He was playing us the whole time. I should've just flattened him when I had the chance."
Logan, scratching the back of his head with an awkward chuckle, tried to lighten the tension. "Well, uh... I mean, he was fast, right? Like, really fast. Maybe he's just—"
"Shut up, Logan!" Chris snapped, turning to face his lackeys with a glare that made both of them flinch. "I should've known he'd try to pull something like that! And you two—" He jabbed a finger at them, his tone dripping with disdain. "—what the hell were you doing? Playing tag with him?!"
