DAMON BLACKWELL
Alexander turned towards the sound of a voice and saw a young man, decked in luxurious clothing, holding a woman. Alexander didn't know the guy, so he frowned, wondering how he knew him.

The young man noticed Alexander's confusion and laughed. "You look lost, loser. Need some help finding your way?"

Alexander's frown deepened. "Excuse me, do we know each other?"

The young man sneered. "No, I don't know you. I can never know a loser like you."

The young man and the woman besides him burst into laughter.

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, I don't appreciate that kind of talk. Get out of my way."

The young man laughed. "Or what? You're going to hit me with that scrawny arm of yours?"

Alexander took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists and repeated his words. "I said, get out of the way now!!"

The young man smirked. "Make me."

That was all Alexander needed to hear. He lunged forward and landed a punch on the young man's nose, sending him reeling backwards. The woman n
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