Brock’s face darkened further. "Nonsense!" he roared, delivering another vicious kick to the speaking guard. "You expect me to believe that? You’re just trying to cover up your incompetence!"The guard gasped for breath, his voice barely audible. "It's the truth... he’s too strong."Brock sneered, his eyes blazing with hatred. "I don’t care what he is. No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it." He clenched his fists, the rage boiling over. "I will make Gabriel pay for this insult, and I will make sure he regrets the day he crossed paths with me."He turned on his heel, leaving his battered bodyguards behind, his mind already plotting his revenge. The image of Gabriel’s defiant face fueled his anger, and he swore to himself that this was far from over."Mark my words," he muttered to himself. "Gabriel will wish he had never set foot on this earth."The alley echoed with the sounds of his bodyguards' groans, a stark reminder of the strength and resilience of the man Brock was

Seeing the provocation of Mr. Mythir caused by Vincent, the jewelry merchants from Duskfort City began to look down on the local merchants. They all started talking down on them, their voices growing louder and more disdainful. Mr. Mythir enjoyed the uproar, staring sternly at Vincent.One of the Duskfort merchants sneered, "Typical of the local merchants. All talk and no action."Another chimed in, "I thought Vincent Morgan was supposed to be a leader in the industry. What a disappointment."The taunts grew more pointed. "Seems like the local merchants can't handle real competition. They should stick to their safe little deals."Mr. Mythir's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the scene unfold. "Vincent, it appears my people share my sentiments. Are you sure you want to back down now and face their scorn?"Vincent’s face flushed with frustration and indecision. "This isn't about fear, Mr. Mythir. It's about making responsible decisions.""Responsibility?" Mr. Mythir scoffed,

Gabriel watched the tension rise, his mind racing. He knew Vincent was in an impossible situation. Unable to bear it any longer, he stepped onto the stage to support Vincent and decided to take on the challenge himself.He stepped into the center of the conflict, his presence commanding attention. "Mr. Mythir, if you’re so eager for a gamble, perhaps you’d prefer to challenge someone who actually understands the stakes."Mr. Mythir raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And who might that be?""Me," Gabriel replied, his voice steady and confident. "I’ll take your wager. Let's see if you’re as unbeatable as you think."The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Mr. Mythir's smile widened, a predatory glint in his eye. "Very well, young man. I see you're brave, but it's foolish of you to challenge me."Gabriel stood firm, his gaze steady. "I choose Skull the Brave as my opponent."Mr. Mythir roared with laughter, the sound echoing through the room. "You? Against Skull the Brave? Thi

Gabriel, undeterred by Vincent's submission, took a deep breath and stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "Skull the Brave," he called out, his voice clear and steady, "I challenge you."The room fell silent, the crowd collectively holding their breath as Skull the Brave turned to face Gabriel, his expression a mix of fury and amusement."You? Challenge me?" Skull scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Very well, if you're so eager to embarrass yourself, let's see you put up 10 billion chips."A murmur of disbelief rippled through the crowd. "He can't possibly afford that," one merchant whispered. "What a fool," another scoffed. The room was filled with a cacophony of derision and scorn, all directed at Gabriel.Skull the Brave, sensing the crowd's mood, seized the opportunity to further demean Gabriel. "Look at this outsider, thinking he can stand toe-to-toe with me," he sneered. "You can't even muster a third of what I've demanded. You're nothing but a joke."Gabriel met Skull's

Skull the Brave, feeling the weight of the situation, nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Gabriel. You’ve made your point. Let's settle this."After careful consideration, Mr. Mythir, confident in Skull the Brave's abilities, accepted the bet with 10 billion chips and the two district import channels. He smirked at Gabriel, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "You’ve just signed your own defeat, young man. Skull will sweep away everything you've staked. Prepare to lose."Gabriel's expression remained calm, but a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. "We will see, Mr. Mythir."The stage was set, the stakes higher than ever, and the crowd watched in rapt anticipation as the game was about to begin.Seeing Mr. Mythir accept the challenge, Walter stepped forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "And how exactly do you plan to come up with 10 billion chips, Gabriel? You talk big, but can you actually back it up?"Benson joined in, his tone mocking. "Exactly. You’re just bluffing. You think