No More Knockouts

There were only two more men unharmed on the ground floor, and Euri's confidence in his physique was surging. He no longer felt like he was in danger.

In the third room, he defeated the opponent by choking him with a washcloth. The man had never imagined that this unarmed kid would suddenly use the wet piece of clothing in his hand to strangle him. He went down way too easily.

The last opponent on the floor was Fitch, the guy who had interacted with Euri the most. Recognizing Euri's silhouette in the dark, he started grilling him again for wandering around.

"Why the hell are you not sticking to your position—"

Euri threw the washcloth at his face, and took the half-second window created by the distraction to kick him in the guts.

However, Fitch seemed to have some experience in fighting. Despite being blinded for a moment, he managed to swing the metal rod in his hand to hit Euri's outstretched leg.

"Hngggh-!"

"Fuck!"