On the second day of Charity Summit Night, the match between Gary and Steven was about to begin.
To fulfill Jon's dream of battling Leon, Gary brought the little boy onto the field with him as his assistant.
Under the spotlights, Gary and Jon stood on the left side of the Green Field. On the right, Steven made his entrance at a leisurely pace in a blue haute couture suit.
As the saying went, no two people shared the same fate. Both were Champions, but Leon wore the same tracksuit all year round and a cape covered in sponsors' logos.
This rich young gentleman had an entire wardrobe filled with identical haute couture suits...
"Well... are you ready?" Steven elegantly adjusted his tie and struck his classic battle pose.
"Ah... thanks. Sorry for the wait." Young Master Mao nodded and undid the top button of his shirt.
Young Master Mao wasn't the star today, so the young master had worn only a white shirt and black casual trousers.
His laid-back air was the exact opposite of Steven's, making him seem more approachable.
Suddenly, a gasp swept through the stands. Leon had arrived.
After waving to everyone, Leon nodded at Jon, then turned and headed upstairs to the Overlooking Box.
Jon's outstretched hand froze in midair, and he looked a little lost.
"Jon, don't tell me you were reaching out to ask Leon for an autograph?" Gary ruffled the little boy's hair.
"Ah... well... it's such a rare opportunity," Jon replied quietly.
"You're a competitor now," Gary said meaningfully. "No competitor would give their opponent an autograph before a match. That would be insulting them.
"So don't take it to heart. Focus on what's in front of you."
"Yes, Mr. Gary!" Jon nodded earnestly.
With all the spectators present, the referee