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Chapter 21.1: The Shadows of Betrayal
AMBROSE
I am already convinced that the match was already over but Phil doesn’t seem to accept his defeat against Shaun. He just got knocked off into the ground and every single eye watching the fight has seen how hard he fell. It was evident that he can’t fight no more, he’s been lying on the ground for more than two minutes and even when the referee’s not counting, that was more than enough for Shaun to bag the win.
“Shaun wins this match!!!” The referee announced and the cheering continues.
“No, no, no. It can’t be!” Phil was adamant with still wanting to fight. He doesn’t want to accept the fact that he just lost the fight plain and simple. He was struggling to stand back up that I was forced to walk towards him to offer some friendly assistance.
“Hey dude, it’s okay, it’s alright!” I patted him in the shoulder
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