Archie looked around and sneakily walked to Alexander's side. He looked happy at Alexander's state while filled with sympathy and worry too. "Hey, Alexander, you should have thought such a day would come, right? Don't you have any preparations or backup plans?" Alexander held a dart between his fingers and stared at the dartboard in front of him. He did not even look at Archie. "Are you happy now? If you are, go on, celebrate. You don't have to care about me."
"Hey, you're in trouble now and I'm the only one on your side. How can you say that?" Archie said in a low voice, "As much as I hate you, I hate these old guys even more. I still hope that you can win."
"You want me to win?" Alexander sneered and threw the dart. The dart hit the bullseye of the dartboard. "If I win, you will be beaten up even worse."
