Chapter 442: A Harsh Reality

Tommy Hughes was pacing back and forth in the corner, and you could feel how angry he was.

He spoke to Demaien, who was slouched on the stool and his chest rose and fell with each difficult breath. His sharp words did not hold back.

"That was pathetic!" Tommy barked, his Irish accent thick, his tone biting. "Yer supposed to be representin' Ireland, not givin' away rounds like a bloody amateur! What the hell are ye playin' at out there?"

Demaien looked up, his expression clouded with frustration and exhaustion.

He wasn't entirely out of the fight, but the weight of Tommy's criticism made him feel as though he was.

His personal team worked around him, pressing ice to his ribs and cleaning up a small cut above his brow, but they stayed quiet.

None of them dared to challenge Tommy, who was as respected as he was intimidating.