Walking a step behind him quietly was a young girl who looked no older than ten. She carried a small towel and water bottle, seemingly acting as his assistant despite her age.
The moment Drake stepped into the spotlight, a wave of boos thundered across the arena.
"Get off the stage!"
"Retire already!"
"The old champion is back to get beaten again!"
"You had your chance two years ago!"
The gamblers seated around his corner showed no intention of hiding their disdain. Jeers, insults, and mocking laughter poured down from every direction like a storm.
Yet Drake remained completely unfazed.
His expression never changed.
His posture remained straight, his steps steady and unhurried as he made his way toward his corner of the arena. It was as if the countless insults raining down upon him were nothing more than background noise.
Watching him, Ashley narrowed her eyes slightly.
