Chapter 8: Saving Benita

“You came right into a den of lion's !” The man snarled and raised his dagger to stab Andrew.

In a swift move , Andrew snatched the dagger from the man and stabbed it right into his shoulder.

“Owww!” The man groaned in pain, as he flung his wrist to Andrew's face, but before it could land.

Andrew effortlessly launched a powerful kick into the man's stomach and he was sent flying a few meters away, like a bag of weightless grass.

Silence befell the room once more as the men gawked at Andrew, their eyes wide open in shock.

“You have just dug your own grave!” A man yelled, and the rest stormed towards Andrew.

One by one Andrew dodged their weapons , his legs working hard in hard with his fists as he kicked and landed blows on any part of their body he came in contact with.

The men yelped and groaned in pain as they sprawled on the floor, each clutching onto a part of their body that had been badly battered.

After his little marathon, Andrew dug out his handkerchief and cleaned off