Silence filled the air as Lukas simply stared at the hand, before looking up at the young man in front of him.
"What did you say your name was again?" He asked.
"Ansel Potter." The guy grinned. "I came to see the person I'd be standing against in the ring today."
"I see." Lukas said, a frown on his face. Ansel's hand was still stretched towards him, but he made no move to shake it.
The air turned awkward, and Ansel retrieved his hand with a chuckle. "Surprised, right? I just wanted to do research on my opponent before fighting, but no matter how much I searched, there was almost nothing on you, so I decided to come myself."
Lukas could understand that. The guy had struggled to enter the top sixty-four, and then he'd been placed against a stronger opponent. This was probably his last resort to fish for information. That didn't mean Lukas had to give it to him.
"You've seen me now," he said. "So what do you want?"
