Chapter 145: Admiration
Upon seeing how Han was acting, an idea popped in Darui's head. "Just comply," he calmly interjected, seemingly trying to diffuse the tension. His voice carried an undertone of amusement, which only fueled Han's ire. "You're not going to win this one."
The unexpected jab ignited a fire in Han's eyes as he snapped and pointed, "You'd better hope we don't cross paths outside this arena!"
Darui shrugged slightly, with a teasing but gentle smile and replied, "I'll be sure to stay on your good side then."
Han's expression became one of absolute vexation. The crowd remained transfixed as they witnessed the growing drama before them.
The announcer, sensing the precarious tension between the fighters, glanced anxiously at the referee, who gestured subtly to indicate their decision.
"Since you are refusing to comply," the referee said, "I'm afraid I have no choice. We must disqualify you from this match."
"Fine by me," Han threatened. "But I'll have you all know: you'll regret seeing me again."
The announcer, sweat trickling down his temple, nodded in agreement. His voice quivered as he repeated on the microphone, "Due to the disregarding of rule number two, Han is disqualified!"
Mixed reactions captured the crowd. Confusion and disappointment mingled with unexpected excitement, but skepticism was present as Han walked away with boiling rage.
Monga slapped his own forehead in disbelief, unable to comprehend Han's stubbornness.
"Great job, Han," he muttered in a sarcastic tone.