"Hey, you guys should take it easy."
At this point, some others stepped into the matter and tried to calm both sides.
There were those who were disgusted at Lucas for his actions, but having seen how he beat down the young man, not caring that he was a disciple of Master Bolks, they decided not to intervene. In their opinion, Lucas was done for. Only those who didn't want to see the situation spiral out of control had stepped forward. One of them was surprisingly Vergil Mertens.
"Oi, oi, that's enough." Vergil glanced at the young man who was itching for a fight.
"Get out of my way." The young man glared.
"You started it by cursing at him out of nowhere. From the start, his act of questioning the results has nothing to do with you, yet you interfered. You've received your punishment and that's enough. Go sit down and cry elsewhere." Vergil waved him off.
"Don't shit with me you, fucking bastard!" The young man roared.
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