"It was you? Are you looking for trouble?" The man assessed her from head to toe, bellowing in anger.

Kyson stepped protectively in front of Rosalynn, confronting him, “Dilan Wagner, what's your problem?"

Dilan glared back and mocked, “Kyson, are you even a man? Did you require a girl's help? Unbelievable! This was supposed to be a one-on-one fight!"

Kyson was in the prime of his youth and couldn't tolerate being taunted naturally.

He balled his hands into fists, declaring, “I'm not scared of you!"

"Then prove it! How did it feel being pinned to the ground?" Dilan taunted him.

Feeling embarrassed and irritated, Kyson was about to charge at him, but Rosalynn intervened.

“You don't seem very manly to me. It was just a game you lost, after all. Why are you in such a hurry to seek attention? You're just a sore loser."

Dilan stuttered and expressed anger, saying, "A true gentleman doesn't argue with ladies. This is a fight among men. Women should stay out of it!"

Rosalynn raised an eyebrow. “Is it because you're afraid of losing to a woman?"

"You..."

“What if we make a bet?" Rosalynn brushed off his change in expression and suggested.

Dilan looked at her skeptically, "What's the bet?"

“How about we have a showdown, and I bet you can't beat me?"

Rosalynn added, "If you can defeat me, my brother and I will be under your command. If you can't beat me, then from now on, you'll have to show Kyson with utmost respect and bow to him whenever you meet him."

Kyson felt this was not a good idea.

“Rosalynn..."

"No need to speak." Rosalynn offered him a comforting glance.

Karina pulled Kyson back, whispering reassuringly, “Don't fret, Kyson.

Let's watch your sister teach him a lesson!"