"He's got spine, at least." The bearded, burly man in the northwest corner slammed his palm on the table in admiration. "Just for that grit, I tip my hat to him today."
"A mere brute," sneered the bespectacled man at the next table. "Playing the hero in front of the Lion King? What's the difference between that and walking into a powder keg with a torch?"
From the VIP seats by the edge of the arena came the crisp tap of a teacup. Old Master Tian rubbed his jade thumb ring and murmured, "I haven't seen such a madman in twenty years."
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