"Judging by this brother's tone," Ken Gould said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk that was both amused and dangerous, "it seems you have absolute confidence in winning this match?"
He looked at Jack Brooks like one might look at a chihuahua barking at a tank.
"You dog," Scarface sneered, spitting on the floor. "Do you think just because you beat up my useless subordinates at the Dragon River Bridge, you have the capital to challenge a true master? You are delusional."
Jack Brooks ignored Scarface completely. He didn't even turn his head. He simply pointed a finger directly at the withered old man, Paul Zone, who stood silently in the shadows.
"If the person you are sending out is him," Jack said, his voice flat and expressionless, "I can fight ten of him at once. And I would only need
