115 : You saved us

"You asshole," the man that Hudson has punched staggered back to his feet, his eyes sparkling with anger.

"What the fuck?" the one standing in front of Bethel turned to Hudson, his eyebrows drawing closer to each other, every muscle of his face forming an expression that showed that he was pissed, his fingers had curled into a fist, he tightened them, taking a step closer to Hudson.

Bethel grabbed his shoulder, he tried to break free but he couldn't, forcing him to turn his head to face Bethel. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" he yelled and tried to yank his hands off him but Bethel's grip on him was tight, it didn't bulge. After seeing that Bethel's grip didn't bulge, he sent a punch to his face.

Bethel was forced to take off his grip from him and step back to evade the incoming punch. "Weak" he muttered under his breath, a frown making its way to his face to show his disappointment.

The big guy in front of him turned back and resumed what it was
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