7th Octopus House…
Weapons Hall…
At the center of the weapons hall, Tony Clark stood relaxed as ever, his hands loosely in his pockets, his expression carrying that same faint, infuriating smile that made people feel as though they were being watched… judged… dissected.
Across from him, Edward Smith stood with an ugly look. He is thinking hard on how to reply.
"Tony Clark," Edward cried out with suppressed rage, "I only want to prove my feelings for Lady Frost. Or are you too afraid to fight me?"
His words carried provocation, but beneath that was something deeper… desperation.
Until now, Edward had only intended to humiliate Tony, to step on him in front of the crowd and secure his own dominance in public. But the humiliation he himself had just endured had twisted his intent. This was no longer about display.
This was personal…!
Tony tilted his head slightly with a mocking-look.
