As the two were talking, Finley had already stepped forward, approaching Iris and Derek, standing coldly in front of them.
"Finley—why are you here?" Iris exclaimed in surprise.
Finley remained silent, the look in his eyes filled with smoke and provocation as he stared at Derek, his voice even colder: "Let's have a match, the two of us."
A single sentence, cold, with an icy tone.
Derek looked at Finley, whose stature appeared especially remarkable under the warm sun, and replied faintly, "Sure."
Iris had seen Finley play tennis before, and instinctively looked towards him, her voice somewhat deep: "Finley, against Brother Derek..."
It's not certain you'll win.
Iris had seen both of their skills, but since Derek was much taller, Iris hesitated while looking at Finley, wanting to offer a reminder.
However, her words didn't sit well with Finley.
