John knew the Headmaster must be watching through the surveillance network, or else the old man would have shown up a long time ago. He knew the formidable names of the academy were monitoring this broadcast as well.
He almost wanted to thank Mark for setting such a grand stage. Mark had intended to expose John's secrets, but instead, he had provided the golden staircase for John to rise to fame and power with effortless ease.
"I want the Formal Team selection process to lie entirely within the RBM Club's hands," John announced. "From this day forward, we pick the team. We decide who is fit to compete for this academy and who is not."
"This can't be… We already won our place… The previous trials were final… Agh!"
Galbert summoned the last of his strength to shout a protest, but his voice was weak and trembling. It was cut short by a fierce, sudden kick from John's heavy boot.
