The Family's Trash

"FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

The furious shout reverberated through the square, silencing the crowd.

THUD!

Verion turned to see Korben sprawled on the ground, a burly man standing over him.

The man's face was twisted with rage as he stomped on Korben's chest.

THUMP! THUMP!

"How dare you lose when I bet my money on you?!" the man roared, his voice filled with venom.

The crowd looked on in a mixture of shock and discomfort, unsure of whether to intervene.

Verion's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold.

Beside him, Luke's grin faded, replaced by a calculating expression. "Looks like things are about to get messy."

Verion said nothing, his gaze fixed on the man's relentless assault.

The square, once filled with excitement and laughter, now hung heavy with tension.

Whispers swept through the crowd like a slow wave, their voices hushed but sharp with disdain.