Thor's face turned livid.
"You hopeless bastard!"
Thor flew into a rage, violent lightning gathering around his fists once more.
With a kick of his legs, he lunged toward the platform, ready to teach his arrogant brother a proper lesson.
Loki looked at the charging Thor and smiled disdainfully.
Unhurriedly, he pressed the remote.
"Bzzzt—!"
That familiar sensation struck again.
Thor let out a scream of pain and fury as his body crashed heavily onto the steps.
Tossing the remote in his hand, Loki said to the captain of the guard beside him.
"Now, issue a warrant in my name. Capture the Grandmaster, dead or alive. The reward... one hundred million credits."
"Wow, a hundred million? You're quite generous, Loki. Though I think I'm worth at least a billion."
A faintly mocking voice sounded from behind the platform.
The Grandmaster walked out with his hands behind his back, his steps light and brisk.
Loki's eyelid twitched, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the remote.
"You didn't run? I thought you'd already crawled into some garbage heap to hide." Loki sneered.
"Run? On my own planet?" The Grandmaster spread his hands. "You've always been so funny, Loki."
"But what I don't understand is this: ever since you came here, I gave you the finest suite, the strongest liquor, and even let you watch the matches from my private box."
"And this is how you repay me? By staging some boring rebellion?"
Loki chuckled, sweeping his gaze over the ring of guards surrounding them.
"This is an irreversible change in management, Grandmaster."
"You're finished..." Loki lifted his chin. "And I have an army."
The Grandmaster clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.
"Loki, you always manage to surprise me."
"But what I hate most is people taking advantage of my trust."