Kapitel 41: Consequences

"Did anyone record that?"

Spitting out the drink he held in his hands, many stood up and put their hands on their heads, watching how things had spiraled out of control to this point.

Never before had anything similar happened; the closest were illegal blows aimed at hurting rivals, but what they had just witnessed was far beyond the illegal, it was an act of homicide.

"Give me the data on that boy. I want to know why he did that before I unleash my anger on all his loved ones." Frederick, with a calm expression in his eyes, was about to get up and check on his son when suddenly he saw him smashing the head of the boy who had hit him.

"It seems our son didn't train in vain. At least he responded correctly..." Elena got up from her seat, and after seeing that the referees had intervened in the fight, she walked towards the infirmary.

Their expressions were calm; only they could perceive how angry they were, and the worst part was how they hid it from other people.

"For God's sake, I hope Dash is okay..." Zac and Zoé immediately followed Elena to find out how serious the wound on his forehead was; due to the blood, they couldn't judge beyond the fact that his forehead was opened, as any head injury tends to bleed a lot.

After witnessing this, many people in the crowd were slightly alarmed. They never expected someone to break the rules in such a brutal way, and the most shocking thing was that the boy who had been hit unexpectedly responded in a more violent manner.

Everyone could still feel the punches Dash landed on Silva echoing throughout the place, and how he kept hitting despite the blood pouring uncontrollably from the other boy's head.

"That boy really suits my tastes... At some point, he may need to seek real fights, so it would be good to get in touch with him somehow." Sensei Santiago got excited seeing Dash's character, and a vague idea formed in his mind.

"It seems like he fears nothing. Why go to such extremes?" Marcus murmured to Santiago, who watched as Dash was taken to the infirmary.

"He fears nothing because the passion he feels when using his body to win is greater than life or death. You can only obtain that when you're not afraid to lose anything to achieve your goals."

"At a young age, he's incredibly skilled, much more than anyone we've known."

"Yes, not bad..."

Marcus looked at Santiago and asked, "Will he continue fighting?"

"Obviously, he will. Nothing can stop him after blaming us for what Silva did..." Santiago smiled slightly as he said this and turned away.

"Disqualify that delinquent!"

"Dash Hale must be the winner!"

"What the hell are they considering so much?!"

Daniel had approached the committee after seeing what happened and said, "We must disqualify Silva, but people won't agree to see Dash disqualified after defending himself simply."

"Did you see how he left that boy's face?" asked a woman with a slightly distressed face.

Daniel moved his hands to the side and said, "He was defending himself. If he hadn't stopped Silva, he probably would have lost an eye. What else can we consider?"

"Daniel is right. Even if we don't disqualify Dash, he probably can't continue with the fight, so it clearly wouldn't be a bad idea for us to give that option."

"Yes, but we must leave the male final until the semifinals are over. There's one more match, so we'll see if we can delay the male final and have the female division fight for now."

Daniel thought this was understandable, so he nodded and approved that decision to keep everyone under control. It was clear that Dash's response to Silva's aggression was not justified, but they let it pass since it was obvious that it was in self-defense.

"Dad, will he be able to continue fighting?" Sam, seeing her father approach, asked with a slight concern on her face, realizing that someone's hard work could likely be affected by another.

Daniel stroked his daughter's head and said, "When I fought in my youth, I was injured similarly. Many thought I couldn't continue, but I still got up and won the tournament. However, an open wound on the forehead is much more delicate than a wound on the leg. In this case, I think it would be better for Dash not to continue fighting."

"What a shame..."

In the infirmary, Dash had received medical treatment; the cut on his forehead didn't need stitches to close, they applied small medical tape bandages, and after a few, it stopped bleeding.

"It doesn't look as bad as it seemed, but you should still consider if it's worth it," Devon wanted to say more, but she didn't want to be the one to stop Dash's choice on whether to continue fighting.

At that moment, Frederick and Elena entered the infirmary, followed by Devon's parents, who were also very concerned about this disastrous event.

"How do you feel, son?"

Dash looked at the crowd and, after looking at his son, slightly red, swollen, and with medical tape over the cut, said, "I'm fine, it was a small cut, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Hmm, you're right about that, but I think it's better if you don't continue competing." Elena didn't want to see her son bleed anymore; she didn't want to witness that scene again.

But Frederick beside her didn't share the same idea. He looked at his son and asked, "Do you want to keep competing?"

"Frederick!"

Ignoring his wife, Frederick looked at his son's expression, which didn't seem like that of a child who was scared or had given up, and said, "Make the decision on your own; we'll support you. Just remember, if you fight, don't show your back to the enemy again."

"We'll be in the crowd waiting for your decision. Remember, there's no one who can stop you from doing what you want."

Devon's parents knew the Hale family by word of their daughter, and beyond protecting their son, they prepared him. They had no right to criticize someone else's upbringing, but if it were them, they would have firmly refused to let their daughter continue fighting.

Exiting the room, Elena looked at her husband and said, "Wasn't he furious?"

"Did you see our son's expression? Maybe our upbringing has greatly affected the way he faces problems, but the way his hunger to win is awakened is by fighting. If I stop him now, it might mark him forever. Wasn't it the same for you when you were young?"

Elena frowned; she hated to admit it, but Frederick was right, so she said, "But I guess that won't stop us from getting to the bottom of the truth, right?"

"Oh, of course not. If necessary, I'll break the bones of that Sensei who seems to have a hunger for winning. But it's a shame he ignored the manner and the person Dash had to go through to achieve it." Frederick's expression was similar to Dash's when he was hitting Silva with the intention of causing harm.

As a father, he won't allow his son to suffer at the hands of idiots trying to stop him. If the enemies can't be dealt with by his son alone, as a father, it's his job to do so.

"Let's go visit that young man."

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Kapitel 42: Nobody Messes with the Hales

"Is he in there?"

"Sir, I think it's not the best time to argue with a kid..."

"Do you think I'm so low as to argue with a kid? I just want to know how he's doing. The last thing I want to hear is that we didn't take responsibility for something our son did."

Outside the infirmary, Silva, who had stitches on his face due to the wound he suffered when Dash continuously hit him, was lying on a bed. He hadn't expected someone like Dash to overpower him and leave him in this situation after being attacked unexpectedly, but as it had happened, it was something he regretted to some extent.

At that moment, when the door was opened, he saw a man in a suit entering, followed by a beautiful woman who looked at him coldly. He could guess who these people were, but still waited in silence.

"You're much worse than Dash. How do you feel?" Frederick didn't show his anger; he looked at the guy named Antoni and wanted to know exactly why he attacked his son before doing anything that could end the peaceful life of those who had messed with his family.

"I'm fine, but... aren't you angry because I hurt your son?" Antoni asked as he fixed his gaze on the calm face of the man next to him.

"Hurt him?" Elena scoffed coldly at the confidence of that guy and said, "You're not capable of hurting him. Right now, he's recovering to fight in the final, and I don't doubt for a moment that he'll win."

"That's impossible..."

"But we're not here to yell at you or give you our hatred. We want to know why you did it, and if you answer with only the truth, it's more than enough for us." Frederick looked directly into the eyes of that guy.

"Shouldn't there be some reason?"

"Don't play with me, kid. If you attack my family without any reason, that means I can end yours for the same reason." Frederick said coldly while receiving a phone call.

"Do you have the results?"

"Hmm, it all depends on what this idiot kid tells me. Stay on the sidelines for now, and if I give the green light, crush his family."

Antoni looked at Frederick with wide eyes and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Elena walked toward the door, and seeing no one there, she nodded to Frederick, who said, "I'll open your mother's head, who is now in the hospital for the same reason you opened my son's head, if you don't give me the real reason you attacked my son!"

Antoni trembled, and his heart began to beat strongly. He looked at Frederick with absolute terror and asked, "Are you serious? I just lost control; I didn't want to hurt your son that way."

"It seems you don't value your family much. I wonder if I should also go after your brothers, friends, and pets."

"Don't you dare threaten my family!"

Frederick smiled slightly and said in a contemptuous tone, "You're the one who messed with mine. If you don't have balls of gold, it's better to lower your head and answer my questions. If you respond with any nonsense that wastes my time, our conversation will end."

Antoni Silva, who had sat on the bed, looked at Frederick and visibly trembled. But after thinking for a moment, he began to explain his reasons.

"It's a shame. It hurts me the way the poor try to get something by hurting others... If you were an adult, I would have left you disabled, but you're a tree that can still be fixed, so don't disappoint me."

Frederick stood up, and when Elena came out of the door, he said, "We'll take care of your medical expenses, also your mother's, and we'll pay a year's rent for your family. If you turn this shame into inspiration, then that means you've at least cleared your name."

Elena looked at Antoni and warned, "But remember, scum, if you try to hurt my son in that way again, not only will I crush you, but I'll first visit your mother. Nobody messes with the Hale family. Remember that clearly when you go to sleep."

As they walked away, Antoni remained in the room, crying from the wave of emotions that covered his mood. He truly regretted it, but he needed the money, and the only way to get it was this way.

"What will you do with that old man who ordered to hurt our son just to win this stupid tournament that barely has any fame in the Valley?" Elena walked alongside her husband and asked as they returned to their seats.

"Oh, I'll close his stupid Dojo, and if he doesn't disappear from our lives, it's as simple as cleaning him up..." Frederick, saying these words, didn't flinch; his cold gaze soon returned to normal.

Back in the arena, everyone awaited the committee's decision, and just when they thought it would take longer, an announcement was made.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have all been waiting for the decision we would make regarding such a regrettable incident, and as we thought similarly, we have decided to expel Antoni Silva from the tournament. That would put Dash directly in the final, so if he decides to participate, we'll see him fight after the women's semifinal."

"Taking this decision, we now witness the last semifinal of the women's category, and let's give a big applause to our competitors."

The entire audience cheered upon hearing that this decision was made. So after the next match was announced, and the mat had been cleaned, the referee climbed back into the arena.

"All right, daughter, it's your turn." Daniel looked at his daughter and supported her from the side.

"This victory will be mine, father!" Sam said with complete confidence.

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