A thick silence settled in the room. The tension was sharp enough to slice through.Then one of the men, the same one who’d been flipping his pen between his fingers since the meeting started, finally leaned forward and broke it.“What if he’s hiding something?” His voice was cautious, almost accusing. “A special ingredient? A catalyst that wasn’t listed in the video?”A few heads turned his way. The thought lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling.For a moment, no one responded.Then a man at the far end of the table, older and sharper in tone, sat up and said firmly, “We’ve all seen the footage. Watched it frame by frame. The way he handled it—every motion, every measurement—it was clean, intentional, and consistent. No hesitation. No room for secret ingredients.”Someone else nodded. “Exactly. He didn’t pause, didn’t second-guess himself. And the product? It performed exactly as described. If he had some hidden technique, it would’ve shown up in his rhythm, his flow. But everythi

Jason smiled, just a little. A tired, knowing smile.Now he understood.Now he understood why some players probably lost to these guys on purpose—why they didn't give their all on the court. Because the moment you did, the moment you showed your worth, they came after you. Not with a handshake or a respectful nod like true sportsmen—but with bitterness and threats. This wasn’t competition. This was insecurity masked as pride.Jason let out a quiet sigh, not one of fear, but of disappointment.He looked each of them in the eye, one after the other, calm and composed.“You know,” he said slowly, “this explains a lot.”The tallest one raised a brow, confused. “What are you talking about?”“This,” Jason said, gesturing casually at the group, “this attitude right here… it’s why people probably let you win in the past. It’s easier than dealing with this kind of behavior.”One of them scowled. “You think we care what people think?”“No,” Jason said plainly. “That’s the problem. You don’t car

The boys coughed and winced where they lay, nursing bruises and swallowing the bitter taste of humiliation. Their breaths came short, their faces a mix of confusion, pain, and fear. One of them, still holding onto his ribs, forced out a shaky voice."Yes, yes—we didn’t mean it!" he said, gasping.“Honestly,” another added, his voice trembling as he wiped a streak of dirt off his cheek, “we were just trying to scare you, that’s all. Just scare tactics… so you’d back down, apologize. That’s what we wanted.”Jason stood still, letting their words hang in the air like a weak excuse trying to find wings. His eyes scanned the group—ten of them, and not one could meet his gaze directly. The fear now written across their faces was thick, raw, almost pitiful.“Oh… now I understand,” Jason said slowly, his voice dangerously calm. “So it was all for show? The threats? The ambush? The part where you were going to break all ten of my fingers?”A nervous chuckle slipped out from one of the boys, bu

Seeing what Jason just did Camilla blinked as Jason slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Wait… that’s it?” she whispered, glancing at her friend, then back at Jason.However Jason didn’t reply. He stood calm, his hands relaxed by his sides, his eyes fixed ahead like he was simply waiting for something he already knew would happen.Immediately Camilla’s friend leaned in and whispered, “He didn’t even say a full sentence… just one line? That’s who he called?”“Yeah,” Camilla muttered, her voice soft but unsure. “He didn’t even sound worried.”At that moment a strange tension settled over them—quiet but heavy. Then Camilla bit her lip, half in confusion, half in nervousness.Across the road, the group of friends who had been laughing earlier were still recording. One of them zoomed in and chuckled. “Oh wow, he really made a call. What now, Jason? Is a helicopter coming to pick you up?”Hearing what they just said, The security guard snorted, folding his arms in front of the entrance.

Upon hearing what Jason just said, The security man let out a deep laugh. Not the amused kind—but the dismissive, scoffing kind that came from a place of disbelief and condescension.“You?” he chuckled, shaking his head slowly as he folded his arms. “You really just said that?”Immediately Camilla and her friend turned their eyes toward Jason, startled by the sudden shift in tone.However Jason remained still, calm, his eyes locked on the guard.The man pointed a thick finger at Jason’s chest. “As small as you are—what are you? Maybe second year in university? You don’t even look like someone who has finished growing. And you’re here… threatening me?”He scoffed louder now, eyes scanning Jason’s simple, clean outfit. “Look at you. You think just because you wore a shirt with a collar, and you brought two pretty girls here, suddenly you're the king of the city?”Hearing his words Jason’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t speak.The guard leaned in a little, his breath sharp with mo