Not everyone bowed.
Tariq, lean and fast, challenged Jordan in the rain-soaked lot behind the gym.
"Blood don't make you king," Tariq said.
Jordan didn't answer.
The fight lasted twenty seconds.
Jordan tore Tariq's arm from its socket and dropped it at his feet.
Nobody cheered.
Raven turned away.
Malik closed his eyes.
Jordan stared at his hands, shaking.
"I didn't mean—"
"You did," Malik said quietly. "That's the problem."