Hundred and Ten.

Lyon had directed all of his anger into that punch and for a moment, even The Hawks were a little bit scared of him.

The one that had been sent flying finally got back to his feet, his anger brimming so hot that one wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between his and Lyon’s anger.

“I see you care about them so much,” the man smirked, part of his mask had broken and he was bleeding too.

“Seeing how they could die if you waste any more time, I’m guessing you’re not going to hold back.” He finished.

Another masked member of The Hawk dashed towards Lyon, punching him so hard without mercy that Lyon could swear that some of his facial bones broke.

He was pushed back by the force. Taking a look at his passed out friends, Lyon wiped their blood that was coming out of his nose as he lifted his gaze.

“I’m going to make you regret ever getting my friends involved in this.” Lyon threatened as he dashed towards the men.

He might have underestimated them, their fighting skills were out of the
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