He flicked another lazy pass to Landon.
Landon caught it, eyes shining now—reverent, steady, the look of a man who'd just witnessed a coronation and knew exactly who the new king was.
Only then—only after Phei had already walked away like the entire exchange had been beneath him—did Marcus finally recover.
He straightened slowly, hands shaking, chest still hitching like he'd forgotten how to breathe properly.
But the moment was gone.
The myth was dead.
The prince who used to be untouchable had just been publicly neutered in front of twenty thousand witnesses, live on stream, with slow-motion replays already going viral.
And the crowd?
They were still chanting.
"PHEI! PHEI! PHEI!"
Landon sliced through Darius like he was cutting warm butter, then snapped the ball to Brian without a second glance.
Brian didn't hesitate.
He whipped it toward Phei like he was tossing over a lit firecracker.
