Chapter 55:
The air was thick with smoke and the scent of whiskey as the gang gathered, not beneath the pool club as usual, but above it, sprawled across various areas of the dimly lit room.
The neon glow from the bar lights reflected off the polished pool tables, casting eerie shadows that flickered with every movement.
Tristan stood before one of the tables, while his sharp eyes scanned the room.
His attention lingered on Dean—a red-haired, red-eyed strategist who was idly flipping a coin between his fingers, its metallic clink filling the silence between murmurs.
Dean's build was only second to Ben and Jack—two towering figures of brute force.
Despite being only eighteen, Jack had already caught up to Ben, who was twenty-nine.
His recent breakthrough into the Intermediate Knight stage meant that, even though Ben was at the peak of the same rank, their battle would be an unpredictable fifty-fifty.
No one could say for certain who would emerge victorious if they clashed.
