Chapter 16 - profound humiliation
Blake backed away until his back hit the cold, soaked brick wall of the alley. The legs that once delivered championship kicks now trembled violently, unable to stand firm. He was completely paralyzed by fear.
Damon approached, his shadow stretching long under the dim streetlights, engulfing the cowering man. He didn't pick up a weapon, nor did he raise a hand to strike. He just stood there, looking down at Blake with the gaze of a grim reaper.
"I... I have money! I'll pay you whatever you want!" Blake stammered, his voice cracking with panic. He clutched his head, completely losing all the pride of a fighter, leaving only the most primal cowardice.
"I told you," Damon spoke, his pitch so low and cold that it froze the atmosphere. "Power without control is just a game for impulsive children. You are not a martial artist."
Damon slowly bent down, picking up the iron pipe left by the thugs. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the fatal blow that would end his life. But no pain descended upon his body.
The dry sound of clashing metal rang out. Damon had tossed the iron pipe aside. He stood up straight, his eyes holding ultimate contempt for the cowardly man groveling at his feet in the damp darkness.
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"You are not worth dirtying my hands," Damon said calmly. He turned his back, picked up his old tool bag, and prepared to leave the alley. The greatest punishment was letting him live in utter humiliation.
👉 read part 17 to see true justice served.
