Tension began to rise in the air as a massive battle was on the brink of breaking out.
"President Zielinski, now that your chosen fighters have fled after failing to defeat Jacob, isn't it unbecoming of you to try and kill him while he's unconscious?"
As the tension reached its peak, a nonchalant voice heralded Francisco's arrival at the arena.
Standing in the center, he wore an indiscernible smirk on his face.
"Mr. Jefferson, what are you trying to say?" Zane demanded with a frown.
"Nothing in particular. I just feel that your actions have disgraced the martial arts world of Hillsborough," Francisco flatly replied.
"You…"