Chapter Sixty-Seven: His Fault.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: His Fault.

PAXTON hasn’t stood up yet when the man quickly kicks him. He rushed towards him and flash a punch on his right cheek making him feel dizzy. It was painful, but it was nothing because he had experienced worse than this. He let him punch him wherever and however he wants but he wouldn’t let him damage the part of his body where he was vulnerable the most.

Until the man stopped. “Look at you! That’s what you get from disrespecting me!” he yelled.

He spit blood, and while still coughing, he tried to lift his head to see the face of this man who he had already encountered before. Of course, he’s a Boss of a Mafia Organization and this man in front of him is a run man of his enemy.

“Are you done?” he asked, smirking.

Although he has a lot of bruises in his face and he also has cut on his eyebrow and lips, he doesn’t care. Nothing could beat his experiences for the last eleven years.

“What the fuck are you talking about? It’s still not enough for you? Then