Almost a dozen men, none of whom were contestants or fighters, stepped into the room one by one. Their eyes locked onto Kendrick, filled with fire and fury, as if they were ready to tear him apart. The tension in the air thickened. These men were not here for conversation. They were here to fight. Maybe even kill.
The fighter stepped forward and pointed at Kendrick with narrowed eyes.
"Give it back to me," he demanded, his tone heavy with threat.
Kendrick took a slow step back, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. His calmness only made the atmosphere more dangerous. A fight was bound to happen. If Eclipse were here, she would have loved every second of this.
Seeing that smirk, the fighter's face twisted in irritation. Without a word, he gestured to the men around him, signaling them to capture Kendrick.
