No. 1, NO. 2

I locked eyes with him, our gazes burning like two tigers ready to pounce in a do-or-die battle for territory. Without hesitation, I threw a jab, then followed it with a hook from behind, aimed straight at his face.

JAP!

Dũng Châu recoiled reflexively, but I didn't stop. I surged forward like an arrow, launching a cross straight into the bridge of his nose. If that punch landed, he wouldn't be able to stand. But unexpectedly, he kicked me hard in the stomach.

BỐP!

I was flung back, my body feeling crushed. A searing pain tore through my guts, making me want to puke on the spot. Before I could catch my breath, he lunged at me, grabbing my hair and yanking me backward. The pain was so intense that tears welled up in my eyes. I roared, trying to use both hands to tear his fingers, his nails, even the very skin off my head. But the harder I tried, the tighter he gripped, until I felt every strand of hair being ripped from my scalp.

AAAAAAAA!

SINGLE TAKEDOWN!

A familiar shout echoed amid the nightmare. "Owl" suddenly appeared, charging straight into Dũng Châu's left leg, leaving him stunned. But he reacted too quickly—he grabbed me forcefully and hurled me toward Owl. We collided; Owl's head smashed hard into my back, leaving me numb with pain. I sat up, drenched and with a bitter tone:

"I'm sorry... I'm such a loser! I just blew our chance..."

Owl panted heavily but fixed me with a steadfast look:

"Chairman, it's okay! Life's long, and there will be plenty more chances. If we lose this round, we'll plan another!"

Dũng Châu got to his feet, twisting his neck and body as if he had only just warmed up. He smirked, then suddenly looked to his left:

"So, you finally showed up? Number 2, Number 3!"

I startled and spun in the direction he was looking. Amid the chaotic melee, two new guys appeared. One sported a bold tattoo of the number "2" on his shiny bald forehead, along with a fierce scar. The other, marked with "3," was heavily muscled, his arms crisscrossed with tattoos—especially two snakes coiled around his left and right arms.

I quickly grabbed Owl's arm, reminding him to focus on Dũng Châu. Owl understood immediately and shifted into a wrestling stance. Without hesitation, I charged at him. I couldn't win on my own, but with Owl's leg grabs and my own agility, I was sure Dũng Châu would fall!

BỐP!

A kick descended from the heavens, slamming into my face! I was hurled far away. Owl fared no better—he was grabbed tightly by Number 3 and then burst into mocking laughter:

"You fatso, and you dare to pick a fight? Ha ha, utterly ridiculous!"

He then delivered a knee strike to Owl's face. I realized—this was all a trap! Dũng Châu had deliberately lured us in so that these two could ambush us!

I staggered, trying to stand, my head pounding like a sledgehammer. Number 2 advanced, his eyes cold. Applause erupted from Dũng Châu, who laughed heartily:

"Good! Good!"

I instinctively assumed a defensive stance, my body trembling, my mind not quite functioning. I banged my head hard a few times to regain consciousness.

Bịch! Bịch! Bịch!

By the time my head was back to normal, it was too late. He had reached me. Number 2 began throwing a kick. In that moment, he planted his right foot as a base, raised his left foot into the air.

BỊCH!

I spat saliva right then and there. At that instant, he pulled his knee up high to my waist. His foot retracted near his hip, with his heel aimed at the target. He leaned slightly forward to maintain balance. His left leg, suspended in the air, then swept horizontally. At that moment, I couldn't block the blow. His leg struck my stomach like a cannon shot along a straight line. It was nothing like a roundhouse kick—the snapping force of his kick was unstoppable.

He calmly asked me:

"I thought you were dead! My Side Kick should've cracked a few of your ribs, right?"

I panted, eyes wide with panic. I felt like a trembling rabbit before a pack of wild wolves. I couldn't move a muscle. At this rate... I was going to shit my pants! 

I FEEL SCARED !!!

SUDDENLY!SMACK!

A kick flew straight into Number 2's thigh, making him grimace and stagger back. I cheered in delight:

"CAM!"