Chapter 48. The Beating of His Life

“And I said, 'Do I look like your whore mother, sleeping around with different men? Huh? What are you going to do about that? Beat…'”

Even before Tyler completed those words, the guy already sprang into action, his clenched fist striking Tyler hard in the face like a thunderbolt from the heavens, delivering swift justice upon its target. Tyler, with his unbalanced feet, fell to the ground again like a felled tree in a storm, crashing down with a resounding thud.

When he fell to the ground, he struggled to flicker up to his feet again, like a struggling flame trying to reignite in a gust of wind. In doing this, he held onto the chairs in the lounge for support. Then he looked drunkenly at the guy and asked,

“Is that all you can do, you poor thing? Hahah, I wi…”

“Bang!” Another loud punch landed on his eyes, which made him fall back to the ground with full force once again.

"You f**ker, I am going to kill you!" The guy exploded at the top of his voice.