"Oh… this?" The short man gulped hard as he passed the mic to Tarkan.
Seeing Tarkan merely collect the mic without doing anything to him, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
He had thought Tarkan would do something crazy to him for ignoring his earlier request.
Even though there were rules in place that prevented candidates from touching the MC, some people didn't care about those rules.
And from the way Tarkan had behaved, he was certain, Tarkan was one of those types.
Tarkan raised the mic to his mouth and scanning the audience. The once-booing crowd had gone silent
"Let's wrap this up, I'm already tired of this shit," he said, voice flat and without a trace of concern. "All of the contestants, just walk up on stage and die for this daddy.
And if you think the fight is not fair enough, go ahead, and pick 200 more from the crowd to even it out I don't care."
The words echoed across the stadium like a death knell.