Max narrowed his eyes and tried not to get angry at his enemies out of his disappointment. He watched as the man who started the tournament appeared from the darkness and confronted them.
"Concede? Are you sure about this? Is it your decision or your team's?" He asked while looking at them.
"Yes, we're sure." The representative of the team nodded, "We talked about this before, and we decided to retire. I don't want to lose, but I also don't want to embarrass myself more. The next match is simply… unbalanced. We don't think we stood a chance against group A's team."
Staring at them silently, the man in the suit muttered something into his communication device before nodding.
"Very well. This is unexpected for us too, so we will allow it." He said, raising his left hand and opening a screen that looked like a control panel. "Anything left to say?"
"There is nothing."