Chapter 155
Aragon POV
As we led Victor away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over. The air was thick with tension, and I could sense the weight of Victor’s anger bearing down on us.
Marcel seemed to sense it too, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. Ryker, meanwhile, stood tall, his eyes fixed on Victor with a mixture of contempt and caution.
We walked in silence, the only sound being the echo of our footsteps off the walls. Victor’s eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with hatred.
I could feel the tension building, the air growing thicker with anticipation. It was as if the very atmosphere itself was waiting for something to happen.
And then, without warning, it did.
A figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes fixed on us with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. He was a big man, with a thick beard and a menacing scowl.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “Look what we have here.”
Marcel stepped forward, his eyes flashing with warning. “Back off,” he growled. “This doesn’t concern you.”
The man sneered, his hand resting on the knife at his belt. “Oh, I think it does,” he said. “You see, Victor here is our boss. And we don’t take kindly to people messing with him.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation. “Is that so?” I said. “Well, I’ve got news for you. Victor’s not the boss of anything anymore. He’s going down.”
The man’s face twisted with anger, and he took a step forward. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he snarled.
And with that, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The air grew thicker, the tension building to a crescendo. It was as if the very fate itself was hanging in the balance, waiting to see what would happen next.
Marcel and Ryker seemed to sense it too, their eyes locked on the man with a mixture of caution and anticipation. I could feel their tension, their readiness to spring into action at a moment’s notice.
The man took another step forward, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anger and contempt. “You think you’re tough, don’t you? he sneered. “You think you can take on Victor and his crew?”
I smiled, feeling a sense of confidence. “I don’t think I can take on Victor and his crew,” I said. “I know I can.”
The man’s face twisted with rage, and he launched himself at me. But Marcel and Ryker were quick, grabbing him and holding him back.
“Easy,” Marcel said. “We don’t want any trouble.”
But the man was beyond reason. He struggled against Marcel and Ryker’s grip, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anger and hatred.
And then, in a flash of movement, he broke free. He launched himself at me, his fists flying.
I was ready. I dodged his first punch, countering with a swift jab to the jaw. The man stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise.
But he didn’t stay down for long. He charged at me again, his fists flying. I dodged and weaved, avoiding his blows with ease.
Marcel and Ryker joined the fight, taking down the man’s companions with ease. The sound of punches and kicks filled the air, the smell of sweat and blood hanging heavy over the scene
The man charged at me, his fists flying. I dodged his first punch, feeling the wind rush past my ear. I countered with a swift jab to the jaw, feeling the satisfying crunch of my fist connecting with his face.
The man stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. But I didn’t give him a chance. I charged at him, my fists flying.
He tried to defend himself, but I was too fast. I landed a series of swift jabs, each one connecting with precision. He stumbled back, his eyes dazed.
But he refused to give up. He charged at me again, his fists flying. I dodged and weaved, avoiding his blows with ease. I countered with a powerful hook, feeling the satisfying crunch of my fist connecting with his face.
The man stumbled back, his eyes widening in pain. He fell to the ground, his body battered and bruised.
I stood over him, my chest heaving with exertion. “It’s over,” I said.
But the fight wasn’t over yet. Marcel and Ryker were still battling Victor’s people. Marcel was taking down two men at once, his martial arts skills on full display.
He kicked one man in the stomach, sending him flying across the room. He punched the other man in the face, sending him crashing to the ground.
Ryker, on the other hand, was using his brute strength to take down his opponents. He picked up one man and slammed him into the wall, sending him crashing to the ground.
He punched another man in the face, sending him flying across the room. He kicked a third man in the stomach, sending him doubling over in pain.
Together, the three of us were unstoppable. We fought with precision and skill, taking down Victor’s people with ease.
But Victor’s people were relentless. They kept coming, no matter how many times we knocked them down. We fought for what felt like hours, our
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bodies battered and bruised.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the fight was over. Victor’s people lay defeated on the ground, their bodies battered and bruised.
We stood victorious, our chests heaving with exertion. We had won the fight, but we knew that the war was far from over.
I stood over him, my chest heaving with exertion. “It’s over,” I said.
The man looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and defeat. “You’ll pay for this,” he snarled.
I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “I’m shaking in my boots,” I said.
And with that, the fight was over. Marcel and Ryker stood beside me, their chests heaving with exertion.
“We should get out of here,” Marcel said. “More of Victor’s people could show up at any moment.”
I nodded, my eyes scanning the shadows. “You’re right,” I said. “Let’s go.”
And with that, we turned and walked away, leaving the battered and defeated man lying on the ground behind us.
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