Since one of the matches had just ended, the atmosphere in the room was relatively quiet compared to usual. The crowd of spectators, who were typically roaring with excitement, had shifted into a more relaxed mode, engaging in casual conversation instead of cheering at the top of their lungs.
Which was exactly why what Max had done, and the moment he chose to do it, made such a massive impact.
A raised voice echoed through the space, sharp and sudden, enough to make a few people on the lower level turn their heads. Then, before anyone could fully register what was happening, they saw it, a body tumbling violently down the staircase.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Step after step, all the way down until the person slammed into the floor at the very bottom.
"Did someone just fall?" one guest asked, standing halfway up from their seat.
"Fall? Did you not see what just happened?" another replied, eyes wide. "One of the VIP members hit him!"
