“I think you misunderstood something here,” Paul responded calmly. “I said Dustin had a ninety percent chance of winning. Your son only had ten...”
“What?” Phil stiffened.
It turned out that everything had been in his head. Still, he couldn’t understand or accept how a nobody like Dustin was able to defeat his son, who was a genius.
“Mr. Doyle, thank you for Tempest of the Eighteen Swords,” Hector suddenly said, causing Phil’s face to darken.
Phil thought that today’s battle would work in their favor by boosting their reputation. However, not only had his son lost the battle, he also lost their family heirloom.
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