Louie Gee Davas, with his thin build and neatly combed straight hair, clenched his fists as he stared down the Venganza team. His voice echoed with raw emotion across the court.
"Serves you right, you motherfucker! You dare touch our captain?!"
He pointed accusingly at Zeke, fury burning in his eyes. Louie was Ethan's number one fan—everyone on the team knew that. He had trained under Ethan's guidance, learning techniques far beyond what his current level suggested.
From behind him, Evan stepped in, putting a calming hand on Louie's shoulder.
"Now, now. Calm down, Louie. Don't let them get in your head."
Louie scowled but said nothing more, gritting his teeth.
Meanwhile, Lucas glanced over at Charlotte, his sister, who was flexing her sore wrist, trying to shake off the sting from the foul.
"Sis… you shouldn't have come here," Lucas muttered with a sigh, concern creeping into his voice.
Charlotte gave him a smirk, then rolled her eyes.
