At this point, no one knew what to do but Benjie managed to get on his bearings before slowly but surely, released what felt like thick tendrils made of pure hate though it cannot be actually seen by the naked eye. His body started to shake all over while his injured eye started to draw blood and it didn't take long before he took his first step toward Castro.
But Mr. Cuervo stood between the two.
[I'm not allowing this—]
Benjie spat on the ground as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
[I, BENJAMIN CASTILLO CHALLENGE CASTRO CASTILLO TO A BLOOD FIGHT! I'LL PAY WHATEVER AMOUNT TO FIGHT HIM THIS INSTANT OR I'LL KEEP SENDING CHALLENGES UNTIL YOUR PEOPLE'S EARS BLEED!]
[Benjie! Didn't you understand what just happened?!]
[WHAT IS IT TO YOU?! WHATEVER HAPPENS IN OUR FOLD, YOU DON'T GOT A SAY IN IT! WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING IS ALLOWING ME TO KILL HIM RIGHT NOW! THIS CHALLENGE IS JUST A COURTESY!]
[CAN'T YOU JUST SIT STILL FOR A MOMENT?! THINK ABOUT IT!]