Chapter 12 - the shadow of hatred
Silence enveloped the martial arts gym even though Damon and Evan had left long ago. The parents slowly lowered their phones, their eyes still clearly reflecting utter amazement.
Blake, the kickboxing champion, slowly crawled up from the blue mat. His face flushed red, not from physical pain, but from profound, humiliating disgrace. His arrogant ego had been crushed.
He had been taken down in mere seconds by a ragged plumber, in socks, who hadn't even bothered to throw a single punch. Around him, relentless whispers and gossip began to echo.
The students who once worshipped him now looked at him with apprehensive eyes. Blake clenched his teeth, a seething aura of anger boiling in his chest, making him feel so suffocated he could hardly breathe.
He could not accept that a lowly man dared to humiliate him. He dragged his feet into the locker room, swinging a fierce punch into the steel locker, completely denting it.
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"I will kill you," Blake hissed. He took out his phone and dialed a private number. On the other end were hardened gangsters. A despicable and dark revenge plan began to ignite with utter cruelty.
👉 read part 13 to see a warning from an old acquaintance.
