Mike's facial expression changed back to normal. He lowered his fist but kept his hand on the man.
Isn't this what you want? A fighter? This man has probably done nothing positive for this world, yet you care about his well-being?
He reluctantly lets go and returns to the table. A tight grip on his glass seems to help him calm down. Now, he looks up at Cerulean, a look of embarrassment on his face.
