The next day, Baimu arrived at the Arena.
He learned that many people who hadn't had their fill of battling during the day had organized more matches that night.
Things had gotten a little out of hand when some refused to accept their losses.
But Zhengyi, who had been there at the time, had quickly put a stop to the dispute. No one had disturbed Baimu after he got off work.
"Those little brats called Pyrite Town the sticks and us country bumpkins."
Otsuka was supposedly airing a grievance, but he looked like a teacher's pet tattling in private. Judging by that, Pyrite Town had probably come out ahead in last night's clash.
The expressions on both sides offered another clue.
Baimu glanced at the anger on the young visitors' faces, then at the grinning veterans on his own side. The outcome of their war of words was obvious.
"You can argue, but you can't get physical. Understood?"
He didn't raise his voice, yet every Pyrite Town trainer fell silent.
"H-how would it get physical? They're just a bunch of kids."
"Yeah! Boss Baimu, you're selling us short!"
"We all know better than that!"
They rushed to defend themselves.
Baimu's gaze swept over everyone present. One by one, they lowered their heads, unable to meet his eyes.
At last, his gaze settled on Silver Horse, who was so guilty he had gone rigid. Seeing the sweat pouring down his face, Baimu said slowly, "I hope so."
Baimu turned away. Silver Horse immediately glared at Otsuka.
"We agreed not to tell Baimu!"
"Boss would've found out sooner or later. If we'd hidden it from him, he wouldn't have let us off this lightly!"
Otsuka hurriedly shot back a look.
The two sides really had come close to fighting as their argument