Gideon Alden sneered back. "So what if it's Red Armor? I've got plenty of it."
"Too bad you don't have a weapon," Zeke Quincy retorted coolly.
Gideon Alden's expression soured as if his thoughts had been exposed. "Cut the crap. Are you going to bet or not?"
A classmate next to Zeke Quincy tugged on his shirt, signaling him not to be rash. But Gideon Alden pushed up the glasses on his nose and said disdainfully, "If you don't have the guts to bet, then get on your knees, kowtow, and admit you're no match for me!"
"Are you fucking crazy?!"
Zeke Quincy grabbed his classmate who was about to roll up his sleeves and fight Gideon Alden, then replied with a calm and composed expression, "Let him be. After all, daydreaming is free..."
***
The door to the small private room was pushed open from the outside. Aurora Sinclair turned to look and saw a crowd of people at the entrance.
Zeke Quincy, carrying a plastic bag, led the way in.
