"Well, that was a one-sided beating." Bishop Tarley stated, sipping on his cup of water as he sent a sly glance towards to the two men beside him.
Both Beau and Octavius seemed annoyed, clearly upset at Michael's overwhelming victory. Despite the two being at odds, it seemed that they both wished for the boy to lose miserably.
"It is only early, he'll soon get his just desserts." Octavius replied, returning to his usual stoic demeanor.
"Yes, Braydon will face him soon—then we'll get to see a good show."
Instead of replying, Octavius scoffed, causing Lord Marbury's large chin to tremble slightly. For a moment, the two locked eyes and it seemed like a fight was going to break out.
"Oh, isn't that your son now?" the Bishop said, pointing to the right-most platform.
"Mmm, there's my boy." Beau Marbury replied with pride in his tone.
"Why is he on the right platform? I thought all the premium fights were meant to be in the largest one in the center?"
