The Ultimate Revenge System

32. Bad Luck

"Is that so? Is there someone else with the same fighting style as me? It must be because we both idolise the same movie character," I replied, trying to find an excuse. I didn't immediately change my fighting stance, which would only make Lyan more suspicious. "So, who wants to feel my punches again?" I challenged, making a hand gesture for them to come forward.

Lyan stepped forward, followed by Terry. "Lucky for us, we can continue the fight that was postponed a few nights ago. I'm still curious about how my fists feel against your jaw," Terry said.

"Bash, you better prepare a body bag," added Lyan.

The two of them faced me together. From the information I had gathered, they had been practising boxing for a long time. It was no wonder their punches were so powerful.

Meanwhile, Bash, sitting on the couch, smiled casually, pouring bourbon into his snifter and tapping his foot. There was no hint of remorse for what he had done to his employee earlier. "Boys, don't disappoint me," he co