"How did you do it?"
In the silence, Sabye's deep voice broke through, "I was careless just now, I admit I lost that round, but I won't be careless again, let's fight once more!"
Andrew: "?"
Thinking to himself, are you out of your mind? Do you think this is some kind of best two out of three game? A win is a win, who wants to go for round two? Do you think my mind is as scattered as yours?
So, he shook his head and said, "The result is settled, there's no need to continue fighting."
After pausing, Andrew retorted sarcastically, "Do you think if this were a life-and-death battle, you'd have a chance to ask me for another round?"
"..." Sabye gritted his teeth.
Though unwilling to admit it, he had to: if Andrew wished it so, he could be a corpse right now.
Cold sweat appeared and trickled down Sabye's cheeks.
He wasn't one to give up easily; in fact, considering absolute power, he was among the top young talents within the Warm Fire Commerce Association.
