"Now that we've won the low-class tournament, even you cannot take our prize away from us," Mamba bragged. "With Main Street in our possession, Serpent's Wash will no longer just be a simple shell company. It will have its own property, turning it into a legitimate company that you cannot punish!"
Claudia smirked as she looked at the pitiful Mamba. "That's right. If you had succeeded, I wouldn't have been able to revoke your championship in the tournament."
Mamba laughed, feeling satisfied with a well executed plan. He forced himself to get up and walk over to Claudia.
He walked past her, ready to leave the cave.
"But that's only if you won," Claudia added.
Her words made him stop in his tracks. He looked back at her, with his eyebrows creasing and showing momentary doubt. But a second later, he laughed, realizing that she could have just been lying.
"Nice try," he told her.
"I'm not kidding. Serpent's Wash lost in the finals of the low-class tournament."
