Mace was baffled.
Not just a little confused or mildly surprised, but genuinely baffled.
He had come here expecting resistance, maybe some posturing, maybe even a bit of fear. Instead, Ethan suddenly accepted the invitation to the underground fight club without hesitation… and then, as if that wasn't strange enough, had gone a step further and challenged him directly.
It didn't make sense.
Ethan came across as almost too confident, too calm, and sure of himself.
'Is it because he has an A Rank in his corner? But even she is apparently the weakest A Rank.'
He had a bunch of questions, but Mace didn't dwell on them for long, after all...
'He's only an E Rank.'
That alone made everything else irrelevant.
'He's always had a screw loose,' Mace thought with a faint smirk as he turned away. 'But to think he'd actually want to fight me?'
His lips curled beneath the mask.
'I was told just to invite him… and now I get to beat his ass too.'
