Chapter 68: Don’t start a fight if you are pussy

Arthur staggered after being punched. Normally, he would have dodged, but he was tired. Still, he held his fist up and glared at his enemy with murderous intent.

"Come on, you asshole! I’ll kill you!" he roared, his booming voice startling Kat.

Arthur was usually so composed and even-tempered that his imposing size hardly seemed intimidating. But at that moment, he was terrifying, like a beast unleashed.

Cole, the tall man, even stepped back at first, but he ultimately clenched his fists, getting into position for a fight. With a clumsy form, he stepped forward and swung his fist at his enemy.

Arthur smiled confidently and stepped inside, avoiding the strike. Getting into position, he hit Cole’s face with a quick jab, forcing the tall man to take one step back.

Around them, a crowd had formed a ring at a safe distance, and many phones were already recording the whole thing.

Anyway, Arthur didn’t give his enemy any time to reset. He caught the man’s wrist, turned it, and swept his legs out from under him. Cole went down onto the pavement on his hands and knees with a wet grunt.

In no time, Arthur was over him, pressing his knee against the man’s stomach and punching his face aggressively.

Arthur hit him in the face.

Cole would have been spanked if his last friend hadn’t approached, swinging his vodka bottle at Arthur’s head. Of course, he missed the target because Arthur dodged in time.

Arthur was forced to release Cole as he turned his attention to the drunk man. And with no mercy, Arthur rotated his body, aiming for the enemy with a powerful kick.

The blow landed beneath the man’s ribs, lifting his feet clean off the ground. He folded around Arthur’s boot like a hinge, the bottle slipping from his hand and shattering somewhere behind him in a spray of glass and spilled alcohol.

He stumbled backward, his vision blurring as his stomach lurched. Then Arthur’s fist slammed into the middle of his face, hard enough to draw blood.

The drunk man staggered, and a moment later, his stomach finally gave out. He doubled over and vomited onto the floor, splattering the concrete with the contents of his stomach.

Even then, he didn’t pass out, but he was in no condition to keep fighting. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the pavement, surrounded by broken glass and his own vomit.

Every inch of his body ached, and several tiny shards of glass had embedded themselves in his skin, causing more wounds. Besides, his fighting spirit was completely shattered.

Arthur finally turned his attention back to Cole, his expression twisted with barely restrained fury. Blood coated his knuckles, and a single drop trickled down his fist before falling onto the pavement.

His eyes were fixed on his enemy, like a predator looking at its prey. His generally calming smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he wore a confident smirk, as if daring anyone to come and fight him.

On the other hand, Cole had managed to get back to his feet, but he no longer seemed so eager to fight. Despite his tall, muscular build, he stood frozen, unable to shake the growing dread creeping into his chest. For the first time in his life, he was genuinely afraid of a fight.

And worse, he was afraid of the person standing in front of him.

"Okay... okay, okay. Enough." He was breathing hard, one hand held out flat, the other pressed to his ribs. "There’s no need for that. It was all a misunderstanding. I’m done, okay..."

Arthur looked down at him, then looked around. Some people had been cheering him on before, but their throats went dry as their eyes met his.

Finally, Arthur’s attention went back to Cole as he smiled. He was actually having fun with the exercise, even if his opponents were rather weak.

"Don’t start a fight," Arthur said, stepping closer with his guard down, "if you’re a pussy."

"Shut up!" Cole tried to punch him, but Arthur dodged easily, only moving his body to the side.

Then he stepped in again, grabbing the man’s collar and hitting his forehead with his own. He could end the fight in a more efficient way, but he was not sure he would have such a great punching bag any time soon.

"Besides, I’m having fun, you see," he mumbled into Cole’s ear. "So try holding yourself up for a while."

Before his opponent could say anything, Arthur pushed him away and punched his face again.

Cole felt dizzy and tried to get back on his feet, but Arthur punched him again. Then, just so the fight wouldn’t be so easy, he gave the man a few seconds to recover.

"Come on, try punching my face," Arthur whispered, lowering his guard.

Still, no matter how much Cole tried, he couldn’t hit Arthur. The man always dodged easily. So, in a last desperate attempt, Cole tried to grapple Arthur, trying to overpower him with strength.

Cole made one last desperate attempt to overpower Arthur, lunging forward and wrapping his arms around him. He intended to use his superior strength to bring the fight to an end.

For a moment, he thought he had him.

Then Arthur moved.

He caught Cole around the torso, planted his feet, and effortlessly reversed their positions. Before Cole could understand what was happening, Arthur had lifted him off balance and slammed him onto the pavement, pinning him down with sheer, overwhelming strength.

Cole struggled, pushing against Arthur’s arms, but it was like trying to move a wall. The more he fought, the more painfully obvious it became that he had no chance.

Arthur leaned closer, his confident smirk never fading.

Despite their similar height and Cole’s imposing build, the man suddenly felt tiny beneath him, as though he had somehow lost an entire foot in stature.

For the first time, Cole understood just how outmatched he really was.

Alan, who was watching everything, let out a soft sigh and chuckled, noticing how his friend was losing control. So he stepped closer and tapped Arthur’s shoulder.

"Enough, dude. You don’t want to end up in jail."

Surprisingly, those few words were enough to calm Arthur down. He released Cole and warned him not to do anything stupid.

Less than ten seconds later, the wail of approaching police sirens filled the air.

It was a good thing Alan had stepped in when he did. Arthur beating Cole into submission and toying with him would have been a terrible look, potentially even undermining his claim of self-defense.

The car door opened, and a cute, beautiful girl stepped out, her green eyes sparkling. She was relatively tall for a girl, but her slender frame and adorable features made her seem anything but authoritative.

Ange was a young officer. At 25, she was actually in her first year working as a policewoman. Before that, she had been stuck with boring office work.

They had sent her expecting nothing more than a minor scuffle. The man who’d called the police hadn’t done the best job of describing the situation, so the cheerful young officer nearly dropped her radio when she arrived at the scene.

One man was unconscious on the ground, looking half-dead, while two others were badly beaten. A crowd had gathered, and the situation already seemed completely out of control. Ange was struggling to make herself heard over all the people taking pictures and talking over one another.

"Listen up! Wh-what happened here?" she asked, stumbling over her words as she took in the scene.

The problem was that there were too many people, and a lot of them tried speaking at the same time. Ange’s efforts to organize the crowd were futile, too.

"Everyone, silence, please."

It was at that moment that a voice as powerful as thunder silenced the whole crowd in a second.

Looking back, the first thing Ange noticed was a pair of muscular arms straining against the sleeves of a simple white T-shirt. As a girl with a weakness for big muscles, she had to fight the urge to drool before reluctantly dragging her gaze upward.

Unfortunately for her composure, things only got worse the higher she looked.

The man had a handsome, rugged face, sharp eyes, and a strong jaw that seemed practically carved from stone.

There was a fresh bruise on his face, yet he seemed utterly unbothered by it, as if getting punched was little more than a minor inconvenience. Somehow, that only made him hotter in Ange’s eyes.

He was exactly the rough man she liked. And his voice being so powerful only made it better.

Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip, her heart racing.

"Can I have your name?" she asked, before her eyes finally noticed something. "Wait, is that blood?" She took his hands in hers.

"Yes, I believe I will need to talk," Arthur answered in a tired voice, fighting his body’s desire to just shut down now that the adrenaline was gone.

"Wait, did you just hit these guys?" Ange asked, her feelings conflicted over whether she wanted to step back or closer.

A man who could take three guys down sounded hot in her fantasies, but in real life... Was she supposed to arrest him?

"It was self-defense," someone in the crowd quickly said.