Everyone rubbed their hands in anticipation.
The man yelled, "Get ready! Show our opponents what we're made of.
"You're my elites. Don't lose and embarrass me."
The competition officially began as he spoke excitedly.
The man glanced nervously at Sean.
This round was important to regain some face.
However, things did not go as smoothly as he had expected.
Sean's opponents were already in a rather disadvantageous position at the beginning of the fight.
The people facing Sean were defenseless.
The Brown brothers alone had taken down over 20 people.
It was only in the first 20 seconds.
Witnessing that himself, the man was dumbfounded.
The rest of his men did not fare much better either.
Sean's men took down each of his men with one punch.
The competition lasted 39 seconds.
None of Sean's men was hurt, and everyone at the man's side lay on the ground, grunting.
The man was stunned to witness that.
He looked on blankly, unable to believe his eyes.
"W-What's this all about? How could this have happened?"
The man was ashamed.
The way Sean and his gang looked at him felt like a needle picking his heart, and it hurt so much that he could not breathe.
Exasperatedly, the man shouted again.
"I'll let you win.
"We lost, but we still want to prove ourselves. At least there's no way we'll lose to you in the team competition!"
That being said, the men's team was in disarray once the team competition started.
Sean handled it easily.
Having been defeated repeatedly, the man was overwhelmed with grief.
The battered team was dejected, looking just like dogs with tails between their legs.
"Why? We all lost. We're elites after all. How can such a ridiculous thing happen? This makes no sense!"
Theodore's three men gave him a sympathetic glance.
It was a suicide mission to fight Sean.
If it were any of them, at least this guy would not have failed so quickly.
"Do you know why we laughed?"
"We knew it would end in a horrible defeat if we go against Mr. Lennon. That's why we withdrew."
"That's right. And you thought we were laughing at Mr. Lennon."
"Do you know what Mr. Lennon is capable of doing now? Poor boy."
The man was humiliated as he heard their remarks.
He was ashamed to speak arrogantly now. He dejectedly left the place with his men.
Sean did not even bother to look at him. He turned around to speak to Spencer.
"Mr. Sawyer, as you can see, there's no need for a competition."
"Yeah." Spencer smiled and nodded stiffly.
To be honest, he did not expect Sean and his team to be this good.
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