Chan heavily sat in the stool of the dingy back office, chest heaving. His jaw was clenched and he had bruises all over his knuckles. His lip was split open and there was a bruise forming on his cheekbone. He lost the fight tonight and he was visibly upset about it. He didn't look up at you as you set up the first aid kit, sitting in the chair in front of him. He clicked his tongue, annoyed enough to finally burst. "It was an illegal hit— why would they give it to him!"