Chapter 3 - The Unbroken Composure
The heavy kick whistled through the air, but the mechanic didn't flinch.
With smooth, fluid precision, he pivoted his back foot just three inches, absorbing the impact against his outer hip with total composure. His dark eyes showed zero fear, zero hesitation, and zero anger—only cold, disciplined calculation.
"After today, you stay away from my daughter," the mechanic said in a low, firm tone that cut straight through the roaring crowd.
Travis blinked, stunned that his signature leg kick hadn't brought the older man to his knees.
"You got lucky, grease monkey!" Travis sneered, pulling his guard back and driving a heavy right hook directly toward the father's temple.
Before the glove could connect, the mechanic slipped under the punch with impossible speed, his calloused right hand snapping up like a steel trap around Travis's wrist.
The mechanic shifted his weight forward, executing a lightning-fast wrist lock and sweeping Travis's lead leg out from under him.
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Travis crashed heavily onto the grass, his shoulder popping as he was driven straight to his knees in the dirt.
👉 What classified past was the quiet auto mechanic keeping hidden from his own daughter?
