"That's right, we'll pick five judges and let them decide this contest. Do you have anyone in mind?" Ricky's expression was still quite relaxed as he turned to Mag, but a solemn look had appeared in his eyes. He was confident in his abilities, but he was betting the manifestations of the blood, sweat, and tears of three generations, after all.
Outside Mamy Restaurant, everyone remained silent as they looked on, intrigued. They were all wondering who would get chosen as judges for this contest.
Of course, they were hoping that this honor would fall to them.
"Seeing as this is a contest with high stakes, the judges have to be more professional. That way, the end result will hold more credibility." Mag looked around the spectators with a smile, and said, "Does anyone have any relevant professional credentials here? You may step forward for consideration."
