"Yes, Mr. Feith,"
"That's interesting. I thought he'd spend another year or two in the C division before making it to our B division,"
The implication in those words seemed to express great confidence in Wayne's strength.
A chubby man nearby, stuffing his mouth with high-calorie roast chicken, muttered, "That's not necessarily true. Everyone knows that the ancient land of dragons in China always tends to produce some freaks... But it's weird, why did someone from the China Region come over here?"
Indeed, moving from G to C clearly indicates a rookie who just joined within the month.
"That might suggest he's picking a fight. If Wayne loses, well~"
The few B-division masters on-site grinned playfully as Feith slapped the chubby man's shoulder, "Come on, Alec, let's go check out the spectacle..."
The big guy was reluctant but followed since Feith was always the boss, grabbing the plate of roast chicken as he went...
They had just entered when they witnessed that scene.
