Was it okay to lose?
Of course not!
Quentin said, "Let us face them in a match! We'll kick their a*ses!"
The organizer looked at him and shook his head again. "Sigh. Let's talk about it again after you watch their match."
Quentin didn't understand what he meant, but shortly after, he did.
He'd originally thought that Victor must be the strongest among the three, but unexpectedly, the bald black man next to him was actually the strongest.
His body was as if it was made out of steel, and he seemed immune to all attacks. All the teams they were up against were from Class D, but the three of them played them all like they were babies.
Victor wasn't that lacking in martial arts ethics anymore this time.
The victory was theirs once the three of them threw their opponents out of the ring.
