Colby glanced over at Kyson, who was standing a short distance away.
Colbyâs demeanor was composed and distant, giving him an air of maturity beyond his years.
âHey, did you agree to fight with Uncle Sonny a few years ago?â he asked.
His manner of addressing the two individuals was noticeably different.
Kyson didnât have any obvious reaction.
Even if Colby told everyone in Cadiered that he didnât recognize Kyson as his godfather, he would take it since he deserved it.
Sonny smiled.
âYes, we did agree on that.
Itâs just that we havenât found the time yet.
Mr.
Shaw, how about we find a place to spar when you are free?â
Kyson pondered for a moment, ready to respond, but Colby jumped in before he could.
âYou both have some time today, right? How about now? Destinee and I would love to watch a live boxing match.
â
He spoke with such fervor that even Destinee found herself swayed.
âUncle Sonny, between you two, who is the better fighter?â she asked curiously.
Sonny replied confidently, âThat would be me, without a doubt.
Fightingâs in my blood.
Itâs what I do.
Despite my busy schedule at the Bureau these past years, I have never neglected my training.
Your godfather might find himself at a disadvantage.
â
Colbyâs eyes darted between Sonny and Kyson, a smile of intrigue spreading across his face.
âLetâs not rush to conclusions just yet.
Kyson cracked open a durian with his bare hand a few days ago.
Maybe he will defeat you.
â
âCracked open a durian with his bare hand? Impressive, Mr.
Shaw.
â
Sonny was intrigued.
âHow about we spar today? Nothing too serious, just to pass the time.
Whoever loses will buy us a meal today.
What do you say?â
Colby didnât seem satisfied with the proposition.
âWhatâs the point of fighting if you are not going to give it your all? And the consequences are just boring.
This way, neither of you will be motivated to come out on top.
â
Glancing at Colby, Sonny asked, âWhatâs your suggestion then, Colby?â
With a cunning grin, Colby proposed, âHow about both of you sign a safety waiver? Face the consequences, even if it means ending up with broken limbs! Are you brave enough to sign, Kyson?â
He directed the question straight at Kyson, who met his gaze with a knowing Look.
âAlright.
Letâs do it.
Whoever loses admits defeat.
â
Aware that he was there to settle his debt, Kyson agreed without a momentâs hesitation.
Taken aback, Sonny whispered to Kyson, âAre you serious?â
Kyson nodded seriously.
Satisfied with the turn of events, Colby smirked.
âThen itâs settled,â he declared.
Lifting his gaze to the half-empty bottle of infusion fluid, he declared, âIn thirty minutes, you will face off on the basketball court behind the lab.
Sign the safety waiver, get it notarized by a lawyer, and place your bets.
â