The man in the suit stopped smiling.
“Careful, kid…” he said coldly.
“You’re talking about something you don’t understand.”
The boy clenched his fists.
His voice shook — but not from fear.
“That bull belonged to my father.”
Murmurs exploded across the crowd.
“He raised him… trusted him… until YOU took everything.”
Now all eyes were on the man.
The perfect suit.
The perfect smile…
Cracking.
“That’s a dangerous accusation,” the man snapped.
But the boy stepped even closer to Diablo.
The bull… stopped moving.
No rage.
No attack.
Just… watching him.
The boy slowly reached out his hand.
The entire arena held its breath.
“He’s not a monster,” the boy said softly.
“You just made him one.”
Diablo didn’t charge.
Didn’t fight.
He lowered his head… gently.
Gasps. Pure shock.
The man in the suit took a step back.
For the first time—
He looked afraid.
“So tell them,” the boy said, eyes locked on him,
“who the real animal is.”
CUT.
This wasn’t about $100,000 anymore…
