Looking at the two defeated West End fighters, Andrew smirked. "You two weren't bad. Even though you didn't meet the challenge's conditions… I'll still reward you with something. Take it."
With that, he tossed them a small bottle. Inside were two weaker versions of the Cleansing Pill—leftovers from when he refined the real thing.
The two swordsmen were stunned for a moment before their faces lit up with excitement. They nearly dropped to their knees in gratitude.
"Mr. Lloyd, we lost. We couldn't even last a single round against you… Why would you still reward us?"
The two looked at him, completely baffled.
Andrew waved them off. "You both have potential. That alone makes you worth investing in."
Natasha shot them a look. "What are you idiots standing around for? Say thank you!"
Snapping back to reality, they quickly bowed. "Thank you, Mr. Lloyd!"
Andrew stepped down from the ring and turned to Natasha. "Now, do you understand why I said your people are just 'decent'?"
