Flashy looked in Pablo's eyes and for the first in his life he saw fire in someone's eyes.
Pablo's words were powerful. They were meant to give courage to Flashy. But instead, those words gave Flashy something else.
Devotion.
"Number 98! Hurry up!" Diablo shouted.
"Boss," Flashy said. "I will go. Thank you."
"Good. Give him hell."
Pablo let go of Flashy's shoulders and Flashy finally stood up.
"Oh. So 98 is you. No wonder you weren't getting up to fight." Diablo said and everyone laughed.
Flashy clenched his fists and walked towards the stage anyway.
"Coward!"
"Wimp!"
"His father threw him out of the house!"
'These must be his siblings.' Pablo looked at the guests and some of them were throwing insults at Flashy.
It was two girls and two men.
'One brother is not here. He must be the eldest one.' Pablo saw their faces and he would remember them for the future.