Chapter 252: The Bloodline’s Red Jacket
Something strange was unfolding, something no one could have predicted. Two new challengers had entered the ring, and the energy in the arena shifted immediately. One was Hawk, tall and muscular, his presence like a wrecking ball. The other, calmly stepping under the harsh spotlight, was Steven, representing the Bloodline group. He wore the red jacket now, his status undeniable.
Under the light, the jacket looked even more striking than before. It wasn’t just a fashion choice anymore. It was a symbol. A warning.
When Hawk caught sight of it, his body tensed. Muscles bulged beneath his shirt as he flexed instinctively, making himself appear even more massive than usual, like a bear preparing for battle.
"You look a lot older than the others," Hawk commented, almost scoffing.
"A lot older?" Steven repeated, his smile twitching slightly at the corners of his mouth.
"I’m guessing, since you’re wearing that red jacket, you’re the leader, right?" Hawk shouted, fists tightening. "So if I take you down, all of these guys go tumbling with you!"
Without waiting for a reply, Hawk charged in.
He didn’t barrel forward like an amateur. No, he moved smart, fast, cutting sideways as he ran, putting calculated pressure on Steven to shift with him. He was trying to trap him.
And it worked, almost.
As Steven moved to pivot, Hawk closed the space, forcing him into the corner of the ring. His large frame loomed, cutting off all exits.
"You’re an idiot for listening to me and stepping in this ring," Hawk growled, grinning wide. "I’ve got you right where I want you!"
Like a bull on the charge, Hawk lunged in, arms spread for a crushing tackle. But instead of impact, all he grabbed was air. His momentum carried him past, crashing him into the corner of the ring with a dull thud.