Hundred and Forty-One.

Michael’s fist clenched, he couldn’t believe that he really underestimated Lyon. His vision went blurry and his stomach tightened.

His muscles wouldn’t stop rippling and he wished he could go back in time to when the benefactor had told him to fight Lyon.

If he could turn back the hands of time, he would tell the benefactor that he needed more time to train regardless of how strong he thinks he is.

“Damn it,” Michael breathed as his fist came in contact with the ground, “DAMN IT!” He yelled loud enough that even Lyon and Chelsey stopped in their tracks.

“Do you want to go back there?” Chelsey asked, she has been watching him since he finished his fight with Michael and although she might not know anything of the history between them, she felt like Lyon pitied him.

He has been quiet ever since he told him to take his own life if the pain became too unbearable and she’s been meaning to say something since then.

“What makes you think I want to go back there?” Lyon laughed, hardening his
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