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The Bridge Builder – Part 08

The crowd’s cheers gradually faded.

One by one, the spectators began to leave. Some went to pubs to talk about tonight’s match, while others went home for dinner.

In the green room on the Manhattan side, William Trayton sat wearily in a chair. Most of his entourage had already left. Slowly, he removed his gloves.

Reporters and photographers circled the defeated champion, jotting down comments and snapping photos.

When asked questions, William responded in a carefree tone, “I think I’m gonna retire.”

“I’m still young.”

“Actually, I had plans before the war. I’m thinking of going back to study at NYU,” he said, lifting his head.

When he spotted Kazuya entering, limping on his right foot, he stood up. Kazuya whispered in his ear. William listened in astonishment.

“Yeah,” he said. “See? It was a German soldier. What, Dragline?! I see. So, I killed him. I can’t believe it.” His shoulders slumped. “I took the life of